came out swinging

*Quintus* · (This post was last modified: 02-06-2014, 08:18 PM by Quintus.)

Quintus Nero was a strange boy. Part of him preferred solitude. His independence was a trait he had gained from both his parents -- and yet he was lonely, too, having grown up mostly among the company of his close family. He had not even met his aunts and uncles, his adoptive grandmother, many of his cousins. Perhaps someday he would, but when he was older, not now.

And yet his moment of loneliness would be shattered as the scent of a stranger reached his nose. The scent was not at all familiar, and so he would turn quickly and not at all gracefully, paws splashing among the water as he jerked to face the stranger. Further out in the water than himself, looking very much like she'd washed ashore.

Was she okay, he wondered? Warily he cocked his head to the side, calling out loudly, "You alright?" He was not always the kindest boy, nor the brightest, but he was not cruel and would not be the first to watch a stranger suffer.

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