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"and the birds and the bees.." a soft hum, watching as the multi-colored eye young boy relaxed and seemed at home within the fields that he stood in. his very own eyes - tracing down the white patch atop his tones and across the multi dimensional shades across his face. tone crossed with the ands and the cursed whispers of his mother. immigrant, slick back hair and dirt under his cheek-bone.

what was he doing here?

a flicker of the ears, first back, side wards, forwards in all a mere second as if embarrassed, lost. he didn't have a good answer, but he didn't necessarily need one. or want one - really. "enjoying my travels, its very green." he stated, eyes searching for the answer to the same question as ears finally settled, body relaxed for a moment as he looked beyond his shoulder at the roaring green hillscape within and beyond them. liquored and salted with his ancestry - chapped lips and sand in his hair. "i'm kurus"