Invisible

He had been swept into the waters shortly after the quakes, lost at sea for an unknown time after being thrown onto the beaches of an unknown island. Mako had somehow made it back to the mainland, though not by choice. For he was caught in the middle of a rogue storm, and once again the small timid male had found himself in yet another spot of trouble. Why did life treat him in such a way? Was he so hated and determined for misery that even life wanted him dead? He lied there, weak and cold from the waters he had barely dragged himself from. The Kamui Delta had been relentless with it's hold on him, unwilling to relinquish its helpless victim. But alas, he had managed to claw his way out of its grasp, the boy gasping for air as water expelled from his lungs.



He had pulled himself onto the damp bank, curled up in a ball of sodden fur as his skinny frame shivered violently. He knew not how to hunt, and due to such a pitiful lack of knowledge, lacked the nutrition one of his age and stature needed. Although it was not new to him, for he mostly managed on carrion and left overs from other predators. Now, however, he had not eaten in several days, and his strength was near depletion. He had not been in this part of Alacritia before, and so wondered if he was still on the same continent.




"Speech"