You don't own me
05-25-2015, 10:50 AM
These caves, they whispered all sorts of words to the young male. As crystalline blue eyes scanned the walls, shadows danced across it like nothing else. Maybe over time, he had learned to ignore the strange voices and other things in his head. He would just go on his daily or nightly business, whatever that was. His solid black tail moving behind him, tucked a little below himself as his head held level with his neck. This was how he always was, and despite feeling fine for now. A permanent sad type face was plastered over his eyes and muzzle. The male had grown up that way, and the past seemed like a fuzzy memory he just wanted to leave behind. New lands, new life, at least he supposed.
Kaerf's ears pulled forward, he could hear something scratching against the wall. For a moment it would scare him, until he sat down near the entrance of the caverns. Suddenly deciding that it would be a bad idea to venture forth. If he got lost, who knew what would happen to him. How the world treated him was so cruel. Sometimes he couldn't even tell what was real and what wasn't real. In order not to hurt others, perhaps it was okay to be alone. |
This character is prone to unpredictable acts of violence, he suffers from Schizophrenia and blood is a trigger to his violent fits.