The nefarious beast within had already begun to emerge.
Already, he was finding reasons for hating everything. His mind no longer saw the world as new and exciting, but as dull and a place where they lived only to be killed. He knew he would either be the slayer or the slain, and the desire to kill grew daily in him. It had sprouted arms, now, ready to grab out and crush the life from smaller animals, such as the tiny crabs that wandered the beach. He usually kept to the sands, not entirely sure how to deal with things like mountains and not fond of the closed-in feeling of the forest. It was not the freedom or the openness of the beach that he craved, but the way the sun glinted off of the water and reminded him that everything was dangerous. Everything was born of fire.
He, too, was born of fire. It was a different kind of fire than the sun's, but it had ignited in his mother and wayward father, and it had been the beginning of he and his lesser siblings. All of them were lesser; most of them were older, but the majority were not at all important to him. Andre believed they were simply pawns there for the purpose of making sure he was safe until he was old enough to turn on them and kill them all. The one beast he would spare was Hybrid, for he actually respected the wolf-hating 'yote. His determination to either wipe them all out or have them on their knees also grew with the day, so that now, even his expression was malignant, and even his eyes showed a heavy sort of negativity that clearly displayed his desire to hate and hurt everything.
He was a sadist in the making, and he was wandering towards the water, baby blues still showing the dangerous beast that slept inside of him. It had begun to stir, but it would be some time before it would wake up and show the world what it really was; for now, it had to stay asleep, and then drowzy. His eyes caught the building of Die Bohrung rising in the distance, and the horizon image of Thunder Island, but none of it mattered; he had no destination, and only knew that it was not back home. It was not where he'd walked there from.