How Has It Come To This

N/A · 08-04-2015, 06:22 AM

The whispering Caves.

This place was dreary. The water from the skylights dripped from above, but maybe he had gotten used to it by now. The sound of his claws felt like the cave was inside his ears, but it didn't scare him anymore. It seemed like nothing scared him anymore, but what could someone say if they had lost their interaction? Lost their family? Lost their mother?

The obvious lack of food showed well on the boy's fragile frame, he wasn't taught to hunt; not yet at least. His mother always told her children that hunting the monsters was their drive. She had taken Toxin out on one of these "monster hunts" but Necrosis wasn't aware that the meat from these monsters was one of him. Well, even if he could see the being before it was skinned and made into a meal, it still wasn't one of his kind. He was different, obviously. His colors showed the most but even his brain churned a different way. Anyone could see it.

The black of his pelt blended decently with the floor of the cavern, but his back is what kept him from hiding. He had curled up against the wall where he slept, out of the passage way just in case someone decided to pass on by. And he hoped they wouldn't notice him on their endeavors; He was small enough to press against this specific wall and not by seen by travelers. He kept his said "den" under one of the skylights, and though it was morning the sun from above wasn't quite high enough to set the area as if it were daytime. Ruby eyes were opened softly as if he were tired, but that wasn't all true. Not sleeping for many hours had become a part of his routine.

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