OOC:This is a serious character and I do not mean to offend anyone. If anyone is offended to a certain extent that they can not bare it, please PM me. Liaf is mentally challenged and I'm playing him as so. If there is anything else that I'm missing please notify me.

Dark maroon eyes settled on a body of water...water...it was water right? Yes! Yes! His brain confirmed. Liaf had gone fishing in water before, yes yes. Slowly approaching the body of water the yearling sniffed the ground as his light gray speckled ears perked up. Looking around wildly the boy's fur rose up on end. Others, others...no others? No, no hurt, no pain, no is best. Hitting, biting, over and over and over. Liaf's ears pinned against his head for a moment before deciding he wanted to touch the water. Walking up to it's edge a light speckled gray paw dipped into the water. He watched the circle things spread out after he touched the water. Circle things...he saw those out further in the lake. Maybe the fish made the circle things? A twitch in his neck made Liaf's head jerk sideways. An eerie giggle left his lips as Liaf sat down on his haunches. Control, he needed control. No, control was gone today...control would come back another day....but who was here to stay? Dark maroon eyes watched a light gray speckled paw rise up and down then stomp into the earthen ground. The young man had gotten used to this...when his body moved without him commanding it to. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. Why was it so much harder to speak now? Ever since Fael's death the boy's sickness had gotten worse. He needed his medicine, he needed those green things. But there were so many green things out here. Maybe one of these green things was his medicine?

Slowly standing up onto all fours the male wobbles over to a bush. Staring at it for a moment he then but off a green thingy and started to chew it. Swallowing it wasn't hard but it made his stomach gurgle. Looking around him the wolf scrambled to the water. He hasn't even made it a few steps before throwing up onto the ground. His throat burned from the bile that came up with his lunch; and he felt like he had to get sick again but nothing came up. Walking back over to the water to take a drink, Liaf let his throat cool. Sitting down on his haunches once more Liaf opened his mouth half expecting words to flow from his tongue. Only a mumble or moan escaped. With a look of dismay he looked bak down at his foreleg. It started to shake...and as it shook Liaf had fallen over onto his side as his entire body shook. His tongue fell out of his mouth as the boy closed his eyes. A whimper escaped his mouth as the seizure racked his entire body. Constant, he thought, these were becoming constant again. Help, he needed help. Fael, no Fael to help him anywhere. Dead was sister...sister dead? Yes, dead. What was happening to him? As Liaf settled down and the seizure subsided the male lay there forba moment before sitting back up again. Fallen, fallen angel. Why did they describe him as such? No, sister had his wings. Sister had them safe. But when would he fly again? Fly, fly in education, fly in self control, fly into the future, a better one.

"F-f-fl-y, f-fly" he said out loud with much effort to speak one word.

Rocking back and forth the young male smiled as he did so. Fun, this was fun. No, Liaf wasn't thinking, Fail was. Who was Fail, everyone called him Fail when they thought he couldn't hear them. Secretly! Mean! Mean! Mean! A stomp of his foot signaled his attitude and agitation. Why must they not like him? Just because he was different? Were they scared of him? Light gray speckled ears lay flat against his head as the boy let out another whine. No one, no one now. Others? No others. No hurt....hurt still come, pain reappears. Others be mean, others bring pain. Why? Why to Liaf? Why to Fail?

A groan left Liaf's lips as he stopped rocking back and forth. Itchy...itchy. Tuning down to bite his forepaw with the rash the brute relieved the itch. Itch never goes, itch stays. Itch less constant...where did itch go? The itch...friend with medicine. Itch come with medicine. No medicine...less itch? With a bark the boy lay back and rolled around on the ground. His legs shook as his forepaws swayed back and forth in the air. Abruptly stopping did the male sit up and go towards the water for another drink. Letting out a sigh Liaf waited by the water for a sigh if what he should do next. Maybe he should keep on moving? No more bad wolf, no more hit. No more master, no more bad life. But bad life follow...bad life follow of Liaf let it follow....

The silent warrior trekked through the land, seeking out something to take his mind off of nothing. He was tired of sitting around with nothing, and though he was normally so cold and so detached from the world, he secretly wanted a friend. Though he wanted much more then that, it just wasn't in him to go seeking out friendship oh no, instead he would push everyone away without really meaning to. It was just who he was, and he wasn't sure if that about himself would change. He trotted swiftly to the shore of the lake, stopping barely at the edge of the water as he lowered his muzzle to drink. Lifting his head, he would swipe his salmon colored tongue over chocolate lips, taking away the water that accumulated onto his maw. If only some memories were as easy to swipe away... Sighing, he would turn around as he tried to forget about his long lost adopted sister, Ellone. Wondering if she was okay, wondering if she was even still alive. At the same time, he thought of Loccian...wondering if she too was okay, or whether her depression would drive her to do something reckless while he was not around to help. Loccian...that name always struck a chord, though Squall didn't know which one exactly. He had vowed to help her through the darkness, but how could he when he himself struggled with it? It was then that a strange scent caught his attention, abruptly pulling him from the thoughts as he furrowed his brows. He wondered who was nearby, and so he would seek out the scent and investigate. Within moments, he had come across a young wolf. Squall watched from afar, as first he seemed alright...and then all of a sudden he would drop in uncontrolled spasms. Squall watched in concern as the young boy seemed to be having some sort of seizure, and as soon as it had come it was gone. He watched the boy intently, wondering if it would happen again. But it seemed he was alright, seeing as how the boy seemed to be able to stand and drink water on his own. It was then that something unknown to the warrior would draw him forward, to make sure the boy was okay. Carefully he approached, stopping a yard or two behind the male. "Hey, are you alright?" Speech Thoughts Others