HydrokuhnaA tall, skinny, teenage boy with snow-pale skin and fluffy, electric blue hair sat on a wooden bench on the side of the trash-covered street. A cold breeze blew down the street and the boy's hair ruffled like a dandelion puff. Poseidon wasn't an ordinary teenage boy though, as could be seen by two, fluffy, electric blue, tails that moved slowly behind him. As the wind ruffled his hair, Posidon adjusted his striped scarf around his neck and pulled a matching hat onto his head and over his freezing ears. I wonder where Arkuni is, Poseidon thought. His light blue eyes scanned the street in hopes of seeing her familiar face. He sat back with a sigh, his breath forming small clouds that dissipated quickly, and checked his watch. I hope I haven't missed her, he said to himself.
