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A hero, a legend, an adventurer. A king, a demigod, the leader of an empire. Aeneas, founder of Rome. Though I'm definitely not as notable as my namesake, I hope that my life entertains you a bit more than an old Latin manuscript.

My name is Aeneas Lopez, a bit of a difficult name to grow up with, but nevertheless, pretty awesome. I'll give my parents credit for that. I'm a wolf, and an interesting-looking one at that, but my almost regal appearance is quite the contrast from who I really am.

To introduce myself, I'm a high school upperclassman in the city and I always have my eyes set on the future. You could say I'm a bit of a dreamer, thinking about greener pastures ahead of me instead of where I am now. Once I get out of here, I'm hoping that I can be a bit more confident and all, but for now, I'm comfortable enough where I am.

I'm not so sure how comfortable I am anymore: my perspective on my life might change very soon. Today was a crazy day. I'm not exactly sure how "life-changing" it'll be, but it's definitely a step in the right direction for me. I sure hope it ends up being as momentous as I think it was. I guess I'll start by setting the scene, skipping through the unimportant stuff, if you don't mind. It all started as just the end of another day in school, marked by an impossible exam in my English class and a whole lot of homework that I'll need to start doing soon...

Walking over to my locker as per my daily routine, I grabbed my stuff and ran over to the nearby bathroom to wash my paws, checking out my fur in the process. With the predominant blue fur on my face and full torso, the black fur covering most of my limbs (except for the underside which is the aforementioned blue), and the now-concealed portion of blue-grey around my sensitives all in order and looking somewhat clean, I turned off the faucet and headed out.

You know, I guess that I'm not as bad looking as I usually think I am. I don't think that highly of myself because I look so different than most of my peers. There aren't too many blue-furred wolves roaming around. It's the most memorable attribute of my body, except for maybe my unruly black hair. I guess it's not that important though, I go to an all-boys school. Not caring about your looks is basically the norm around here.

I handle myself well: I have a group of friends who I game with and some guys that I do schoolwork with and not too many so called "enemies". I just kinda exist; I try not to bother people and a underweight guy like me doesn't entirely command attention. If anything, people look up at me for a sec because of my fur, although it makes me feel like a freak-of-nature every time they do.

Anyway, getting back to my story, it ended like any other day. I walked outside into the sunshine, put my earphones on, and grinned. It was Friday: the week was finally over. Putting on my favorite mix of rock and alternative songs, I walked down the street (with my hoodie up) to the subway. I'm usually a "lone wolf" if you can excuse the pun, so I wasn't going to wait up for someone, especially when I can get home earlier than usual.

Seeing a few of my friends around the station platform, but a bit shy, I waited around by the turnstile for a little before finally walking up to them. They're a pretty diverse group: foxes, cats, lions, tigers, and me, of course. Coincidentally, the train came just as I arrived and we hopped on together.

Our conversation as we rode the train wasn't the most thought-provoking, but it was certainly enjoyable. It reflects the usual bantering that entertains us. We were debating about certain aspects of our favorite games, making obvious Internet references, talking about the new character that's going to come out this weekend, and laughing.

After one of my friend's humorous stories about random people on the Internet, my hood happened to fall off of my head and I saw her smiling in the corner of my eye. The wolf that I saw made me fall instantly in love and that's not a common thing for me. To be honest, I've never felt that way about someone even when I've had crushes and thought I was in love. Something about her made her special in my eyes.

Her eyes looked like diamonds, her short white hair was majestic, her body was as perfect as a sculpture, her smile as charismatic as a princess's. I lost myself in her angelic white fur for a good ten seconds before she noticed and I turned away into my group of friends, still silenced by her beauty.

As my friends arrived at their stop, they all shook my hand and told me to text them later. I waved to them and stayed on the train as they disappeared from view. Being alone again, I raised my hoodie and turned on my music, facing the door so that no one could see me.

The subway began to move again and I kept thinking about that attractive wolf. I'm not one to lust over, but I was really hoping that she'd look at me the same way that I looked at her. Suddenly, I felt someone pull my hoodie off and I turned around, saying, "I thought you guys all left...". The female wolf was standing right in front of me and we were now eye to eye.

She was a slight bit taller than me and her eyes were even more beautiful up close. I resisted the urge to howl as I tried to stay calm, my tail wagging and betraying my feelings for her, "Hello". She answered promptly and seriously, as if wanting to intimidate me, "Hi. Were you the guy who was staring at me before?". I felt really stupid about it and apologized, "I swear I didn't mean anything by it. I can leave you alone if you want. Honest".

I started walking away to leave her, kicking myself for leaving such a bad impression on her, but she grabbed my shoulder, "Wait a sec. Why are you acting so shy now? I thought that you'd be more confrontational by the way you look". "Looks can be deceiving, I guess", I chuckled nervously, "That's just how I am". She observed, "You were acting pretty rowdy back when you were with your friends". I couldn't pull one over on her.

"Yeah, that's how I am once you get to know me", I realized that I was talking to her like a friend, "Sorry. You probably don't want to hear me ramble about myself". She smiled at me and made me feel amazing, "I might. My name's Sophia, what's yours?". I was utterly shocked that a girl would talk to me, much less tell me her name. I finally mustered up the strength to respond, "That's a cool name. It means wisdom in Greek, right? Oh, almost forgot, I'm Aeneas".

At that point, I should have probably should have thought: "Aeneas is a really strange name to most people. Maybe I should explain it", but I didn't. I need to brush up on my people skills. She looked at me as if I was important in some way, "Wow! I knew you looked special! Are you like royalty or something, Aeneas?". I laughed, "No, I'm just a regular guy with a weird name. You, however, are a completely different story".

She understood the compliment, "Thanks. I like your fur. That Prussian blue is quite dramatic and looks great on your face". I smiled nervously, wondering how many colors she's familiar with if she can describe my fur so specifically, "Uhh...thanks, but I think that your fur is much better". We gazed into each other's eyes for a long time as I thought about what she even saw in me that she might've liked. At least, I was really hoping she saw something in me that she liked. The train screeched as it approached the destination station.

The subway stopped violently when it finally opened its doors and I saw her trip over her leg as she stepped backwards to balance herself. Springing into action, I grabbed her to prevent her from falling. I had just caught her in the nick of time. I'll admit that I froze after realizing that I was holding her around her waist and my head was resting in her chest. In my panic, I held on for a bit longer than necessary. Letting her go as soon as I realized that I probably shouldn't keep holding her, I brushed off her clothes and muttered, "I'm sorry for grabbing you. I probably should have asked or something".

She decided to hug me officially (as opposed to my stolen embrace in order to keep her from tripping) and complimented me, "Are you kidding? You just saved me from falling, you silly wolf! You have more in common with your namesake than you think, Aeneas". I was surprised she knew about the mythological figure I was named after.

I walked out of the subway with her paw in mine, "Thanks, Sophia". She unexpectedly snatched my phone from my exposed pocket and her bright smile radiated as she typed, "Please call me Sophie. There's my number when you want to contact me. I'm free all weekend if you want to hang out. Well, call me soon, my hero!". She scribbled my phone number on her palm, giving the phone back to me.

Just before she left, she kissed me right on the muzzle and I stood there, shocked and unable to compel myself to kiss her back. I mean, she's obviously out of my league and she can't actually be serious about wanting to meet up again, right? She waved as she walked away, unaware how much her kiss meant to me.

And that's how I got here, standing alone in a subway station for a good two or three hours with a bit of red lipstick on my muzzle, still thinking about my first real kiss. She's really cute, but should I go after her? Shrugging, I run outside into the rain, sincerely hoping that her kiss was the first of many and the confusion that I was feeling was a sign of a change in my life. For better or for worse, I was a new me.