Snippet #2161307

A tall blonde boy walked down the street of a city of moderate size. His stride was long because of his above average height. The boy wore long and slim black dress pants along with a white button up shirt that had the top button loose, revealing his collar bone. The boy walked along the side walk with the rest of the pedestrians, making their daily routes. Besides for the boy's delinquent look, this would look like an average scene to any passerby. However, none of those around the boy could see him. The boy no longer belonged to the world of humans, so why would he even walk with them? Could he possibly be a wolf among sheep; trying to use the humans as a disguise to make himself look nothing out of the ordinary? Or could it be that the boy keeps closer to the humans almost to keep his own humanity?

"What a lonesome thought," The boy said aloud, a wry smile on his face as he broke the fourth wall, "But I don't think I'm so weak that I would need to rely on humans. Such would be a tragedy worth lamenting."

This boy has lived in this world for three years now, his heart shutting off every moment he stays in this place. He is a member of The Outcasts.

Just then, the sound of a few sets of patting feet could be heard. Shaw's eyes darted to his side as two beasts ran by, as if they had a scent of something. "Lost ones? What're they after?" Shaw asked himself as the beasts had ignored the boy. "Maybe they're searching for something." Shaw then smiled with a devious grin. "I wonder if I can find what they're looking for first."

The boy then sped after the animals, which would seem idiotic to most in this world; generally speaking, people run away from the "lost ones".