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*Torin* · 02-27-2017, 03:07 AM

Torin wears a pallor that isn't something that's mirrored within his siblings. Leucistic. Stands out like a ghost. That's the thing, riptide in the gene pool. It was strange. From his mother? His eyes. From his father? His build. Other than that? It was hard to feel close to his siblings. He's large, but not the largest. Athletic. Weird, honestly. Everything is weird.

It's the middle of the night, but Torin can't sleep. He has a hard time processing, the sleepless and strange feeling inside his stomach. Troubled, maybe? Is that okay? He's not sure. He moves from the den, from where they all sleep in a pile of fur. Too warm. Torin is too warm lumped in with everyone, and he's too awake to sleep anyway. Shuddering slightly, moving through the tall grass, dew clinging to his sides. It's okay. She was okay, overall.

A boy with red eyes catches the eyes of the winterborn. It's interesting. He is interested, head cocked openly to the side as the runs at the rabbit. "Usually they're faster than we are, at least... until we're grown." Torin's tone is serious as a judge, but maybe he's kidding. Maybe there's a little glimmer of humor. He's trying, trying fairly hard. Tail wagging as he greets the other child, about his age.

TORiN
bet you'd be disappointed

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