starved down to skin and bone.

Sascha · 10-25-2010, 09:27 PM

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Sascha was in his room, quietly reading a book. He was always quiet. He couldn't talk. The only noise he would make was him blowing raspberries. Soon, he became bored of the book and decided to take a break from it. He rose from sitting Indian style on the floor and placed the book on the table by his bed. He stuck his tongue out and started blowing raspberries as he moved to the window. He opened it to let the breeze come in. He debated in going out as he stared out. Though, he hesitated. Going out would mean interacting with others. He heard the sudden call from a female. It was a familiar voice. It was the female he met when he first came to the Inferni. He debated in going. It didn't sound like a demand or anything. His working ear pivoted when he heard movement from next door followed by the sound of running feet. It was fading so he opened his door to see who it was. He was not surprised to see that it was Zak when he was leaving the building. He was probably headed for the call.

He figured since his brother/cousin was going, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if he went too. He gathered his belongings; books, a quill and ink, and his club that he always carried with him. With his tools for communicating in a bag and the club strapped to his back, he stepped out and closed the door. He left it unlocked, finding no reason to lock it when he wasn't there. He walked to the place where the call was made. It wasn't a leisure walk. He didn't want to be late to the point he would be interrupting. That would mean many eyes would be placed on him. Plus, that would be rude. That was what he would think. He wanted to avoid all of that. Since Zak had a better head start, he showed up long before him. It wasn't long before he would show up to find Izaak hugging the same who made the call. Kaena was it? He was sure that was her name. He remembered Cotl informing him of her name. His stance became even less confident than it was before, his stubby tail tucking between his leg (what little tail he had left). With his face in a scowl, he locked onto his brother. He wondered why he was clinging onto the female like he was. Though, that wasn't the reason he was scowling. He always scowled but it was mainly because he was surrounded by others he was unfamiliar with. It made him want to stand behind something. He wanted to hide. He stood in the back, feeling awkward. He grabbed his own arm, right at the elbow, as it wrapped around his abdomen. He wondered if his brother/cousin would see him. He remained quiet as he stared at his brother and his companion, keeping his eyes from wandering. He felt like eyes were on him but he didn't want to see if they were or not. He couldn't help but start blowing raspberries.

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