Dial Tone

The days all blend together for Enki with nothing ever really setting one apart from another. He keeps his head down, takes care of his bodily needs, and doesn’t disturb anyone. It is his best attempt at existing and, honestly, it is all he seems able to do lately. There was one day that stands out in his mind since the news of his mother’s death and that was when he met Ghoul. But other than that… nothing. He keeps himself in the tar pits, finding comfort in its familiarity as no longer feels the wanderlust that had keep his soul.

Today would have been just another one in the endless drudgery of life if not for the call Medusa issues. He immediately turns toward the call, already forgetting what he was doing, moves toward the call without even realizing he is movin. Even though he goes as quickly as he can, there are already others gathered in the meeting area. For a moment, his eyes land a Ghoul but they quickly slide over to the others. His gaze is void of… anything as he glances over them all. When he finds Medusa, he offers a small dip of his head, acknowledging the leader and her role in the pack in his own small way.

With that done, he lingers at the outskirts of the group, far from any other members. There, he settles onto his haunches and waits for the meeting to begin.


"Enki Klein"