Rhys caught up with him some time after that. He sat down by him and the female companion he had gained. He recognized her from Kita. He never saw her before this point, but here she was sitting silently by him. It was a bit unsettling. Would his madness allow him to take up hand against her or was that not possible. He knew very little of how they worked. He was staring at that damn column again. Rhys was hoping he would have left it alone, but the fascination was there.
Take a look around
At this earth we call home
As beautiful as she is
She is slowly dying
Can you not hear her pleas
The day will come
When we will no longer be able to retrace our steps
And fix this mistake
Listen to the animals for they are also crying out to you
For help
Heed the warning and help mother nature be restored.
He tried to be social today.
He wondered how the creatures of the forest saw him.
Probably as a deer.
They were simple like that.
So he shambled his way from the ruins and sat down by the first deer he had set eyes on.
He did nothing.
He said nothing.
They ran.
Figures he'd find a 'clicky' timid deer.
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Picto:The Power Below the Grave Gender: Male Age: Fawn Orientation: Asexual Antlers: None Pelt: None Mask: None. Voice: His words are colored in #CDB38B.
Blame boredom and curiosity.
In the past three days I have posted more than seven short stories featuring a character known only as '..?'
I want to see what you make out of him.
It seemed that the boy's attraction to the ruins had not waned even in his madness. Rhys watched silently as the figure clawed it's way around the ruins trying to dislodge any untouched stone he could move. It was so very queer and he could not find the motive behind it. The place was already a shell of it's former self. Then again, so was he.