Sas was trying to do what his father wanted, he really was. However, stepping out of the safety of his room proved to himself that it was harder than he thought it would be. He found himself never leaving the building without his club strapped to his back and constantly watching for any signs of dangers. It didn't get better; even though he pushed himself out of his room and managed to stay out there longer than checking up on Blitzen, he still had the urge to hide behind whatever he could find when it came to talking to strangers. It would be a miracle if the boy became brave enough to do an everyday thing such as conversing with unknown people. Though one would never know, perhaps that day would come and he wouldn't be so lonely as he was now. Not that he felt that way, but the only people he knew well were Blitzen and Cotl. Most others would probably consider that sad but really the Ulrich never thought much about that.
Pushing himself even more, not only was he out and about for no reason but to try and be less of a hermit, he even pushed himself passed the borders of Inferni. He has done it once before but this time, he was planning to do so for a longer period. He rode on top of Blitzen, something he has been doing for a while now, trying to get use to it. Unbeknownst to him, he was traveling in Drifter Bay where ruby eyes scanned the ground. Eventually, instead of straining his eyes, he decided to remove himself from his albino reindeer and take a closer look. His clawed feet hit the ground and after a few seconds and stooped down to run his hand across the earth. A rock found his fingers and he chose to inspect it more, picking it up and studying it with both sight and touch.
After realizing it was nothing more than an ordinary rock he tossed it aside. As he rose, the sent of the ocean caught his attention and so he drifted to that direction. Soon paws landed on a more sandy surface, the ground giving way a bit with each step. The sight of the water before him did not call to him now, instead it was what laid in the sand before it. With Blitzen close behind, Sascha ventured closer to the water but stopping before making physical contact. The scarred boy stooped down again, repeating the process of sliding his fingers through the sand in search of anything to hold his gaze long enough for capture.
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