Ann
Longing for any sort of living presence after awakening into an existence he never asked for, those whom saw the window into where the youths' heart should be often looked only surface deep. Horrified of the disfiguration that the boy had endured at the hands of the one whom finished off a boy garbed wearing dated rough robes adorned with symbolism from his people, they reacted only in fear warding off something they didn't dare understand with only violent scrutiny. Striking the boy deep into his absent heart making him feel just like a monster a horrifying creature; it hurt him so that the youth took great lengths to avoid any and all mirrors.

Swirling an elegant sway of blue and orange began to hold hand and hand swirling throughout the cavern whilst the shaken lad whose trust within others' began to wane; once a boy whom would carelessly enjoy the company of any stranger whom he may encounter with the exception of those that the boy discriminated against. Tucking his body inward the lad felt the gentle tails begin to swarm him a nervous little chortle erupted from the boys' spectral lungs finding a smidge of joy he had long since thought lost. "Truly? You doth believe you're tails be... Akin toward that of a might hydras' neck? B-b-but that doth may be that you're tails are truly weaky like a rotting old plank." The boy continued to jeer enjoying their play, he could be quite loud, but his voice was starting to wane, as the wolves' tails gathered around his body. "...C-clever a wolf may think they are, b-b-but upon times before w-wait like heroes of eld..."

Spontaneous a loud little "Hah ha!!" Erupted throughout the cavern as the boys' arms suddenly broke against the sleek tails that had swarmed him into a little prison. Using strength not even he knew he had young Fithora may have gone above and beyond trying to free himself; the water about them began to shift and rock from the amber creatures force. Surely the boy could and may doubt himself, but during times of play it was where the boy shone the most becoming wrapped within the simple joy of being near another whom enjoyed his brand of horseplay. No longer would harrowing thoughts weight the boy down from expressing what joy he felt speaking of stories he had heard from his parents, heroes whom fought a many headed beast... Why this was the same thing wasn't it? A many necked creatures' heads coming to swarm him all he needed to do was gather them in a

Bouquet and tear himself free. Yet a phrase that sung from Kibarus' joyful voice asked why he would run from a 'mere' boy slowed the boys movements; the undeads joyful smile waned falling away as his eyes' wandered upon his two outstretched arms... Arms that weren't his at least they didn't look like the ones he remembered from long ago. 

Palms gleamed within his dull grey stare, without even realizing it Kibaru had picked upon a dead scab left from all of those whom rejected the boy lost within an unfamiliar world. "I-I-Is it n-naught clear... Or art you blind..." Pain crept into the boys' eyes a slight amber like tear began to dribble down from its' socket as though the substance had intruded within every cell of his body. "F-f-fore those that jabbed me may be right I am n-naught a mere human... That was taken was it not? N-now I... Am unworthy in others' eyes something that mustn't show itself." Calling himself an 'it' clear as day the boy struggled with his new appearance allowing others criticisms to burrow a little too deep into his skin; it wasn't his fault he had become the very monster that stood before Kibaru was it?
Sharon
"Well, I'm not one that would reject one just on looks, it's the mind and soul that matters to me. It doesn't matter if you're a dragon baby or a human child, it does not matter whether you're alive or dead, you're still just a child to me."

*Kibaru saw that the boy had trouble excepting his new life, for Kibaru it was diffrent, he was always considered an outcast by others because of his tails and ears. Kibaru really wanted to cheer the boy up somehow for Kibaru hated seeing a sad or lonely child and he wanted to do something*
Ann
Rippling the waters' reverb settled from the youths energy, seeking to still itself just as the boy ceased his erratic motions bringing where once was energy to a brisk halt nearly as though a candle light blown by a gentle breath. Peering his dull eyes' looked through hands that once bore flesh... That trailed streaking with blood no longer could he move his fingers to reach out in vein for a smidge of hope someone would rescue the lad from his fatal fall. Wishing for his mother to be near where the youth fell to feel her hands reach for his... To be locked within her

Assuring grasp a gentle scent of tulips coming from her body whilst the pleasant scent of wildflowers mixed betwixt the fields of home.

A face stared back into his grey pupils, they were eyes' of sky blue lush blonde hair cascading about skin filled with life gentle clouds drifted past his sullen expression; for what lay beneath the reflection was what truth the boy came to realize was his new body. Lifeless grey eyes' hair once filled with life now a dull wilted white "T-truly...? B-b-but some hath brought it upon themselves fore their looks may well be something one must worry, a warning much as mine mother taught m-m-me..." Knowing she warned the boy of orcin kind as people whom once ravaged their villages he didn't quite see Kibarus' wisdom as truth. "N-naught does it matter who... I may be f-fore I worry that mine own m-mother may see me n-naught more than a r-retched unworthy creature.." Slight orange began to cascade down the boys' eyes he had come here to seek his beloved parent hoping to bring her near, but seeing his reflection it hit Fithora harder than before seeing just what he had become; never had the youth dealt with being an outcast used to being accepted within the village he had once roamed. "T-twas why I played mine flute... I-in hopes she would find that I still yet live, but nay only a wolf doth come to mine cries."
Sharon
"Well sometimes you get what you need, not what you want" *Kibaru would answer him* "And you're mother would love you no matter what, it's their job to love their children and if they don't, then they are not a mother"

*Kibaru did not know what else to do other than to answer the boy that. After all, if Kibaru's mother could still love his older brother even though he is a thief. Same with his father, even though he acted asamed, he still worried. It may take some time for the boys mother to get use to it, but she would still love him with open arms*

*Kibaru then let go of the boy and grab some cloth from his bag, it was a long strip of thick white cloth.*
Ann
Dripping an orange drop broke the waters surface, shattering away an image of what had been still within a world that seemed brighter still held within her arms. That woman she was the only one he mentioned, not once bringing up the other whom likely rose the boy he missed her and had come here to seek her presence within the notes that harmonized throughout the cave until a boy whoes grace wasn't able to carry itself for long. Fumbling and falling off with a sour note toward the melodies end, believing heh ad gotten her melody wrong... But he knew whom would accept him no matter how horrendous his mistake may have been. No matter if the youth failed upon an important test of strength or even had been caught in a lie, gentle hands would caress his blonde locks whilst a calm feminine voice assured him it wasn't his fault that everything could bloom in the end if he just kept pushing through. She was his mother even if she didn't accept him wasn't she?

Clenching an amber fist he lifted his arm pounding his fist into the waters surface crying "Tis naught what I want!!! It is what I doth need!" Pitifully announcing he needed her mixing furry with sorrow, whilst his body went limp upon the waters surface. "S-she always knew what must be... H-how doth a stranger dare claim she's not a mother fore n-not even I would blame her for naught accepting mine appearance... I-I would never dare believe such a farse i-it twould be akin to sliding a dagger in her back to believe such farses' s-she twas mine only mother." Kibarus' words had struck the boy into his heart, it was clear he was a bit close to her not once mentioning his father; a fissure had formed from where the boy slammed his rock solid fists.
Sharon
*Kibaru had stood up and went to his knees in the water nect to the boy* "What you need is not your mother, but to continue this second chance you have been given, to make your own path" 

*Kibaru would say this calmly to the boy as he himself held a fist when he looked down at his reflection, as if angry at himself, but he would not punch his reflection instead he would just smile at himself* "You don't need your mother to know what to do..."
Ann
Labored breaths poured out from within a lifeless body that tried to be what it was no longer. Betwixt a once joyful boys' panting breath sung a tune as harrowing as the boys' harmonic woodwind except it was not played with the fife tucked within his tired white belt, it sung from subtle mournful cries that poured from the undead boys' throat. Instead of being mourned over, the dead cried for themselves wishing to grasp what had been stolen from their fingertips. A life that felt brighter than where he remained slumped against the dance of orange rain that fell from his eyes' into the shimmering shallows still surface. A young boy wished for something simple to have his mothers' hand near... To guide her lost child for she knew what was right for him and that's how it was always meant to be.

"T-t-tis naught asking much... To wish she were here naught once did I ask for this chance t-to be hefted by forces not even I understand..." Tumbling words fell from the sorrowful ancient boy wishing for her presence and seeing this chance as something forced;

His trembling fists lay against the crack that had formed from his emotional outburst whilst tendrils of yellow light began to travel across his body. "N-nay what path doth you speak of...? T-t-tis naught but grey skies p-places I hath never seen... T-tis nowhere I can roam.. M-mayhaps mine path tis to find mind home, b-but what doth I know? S-she would... She would be certain." The boy Kibaru found himself near was lost little hope still remained within his soul to wish to carry himself forward; if he knew this lad before he had once been filled with an unending spirit feeling the will to persevere no matter what obstacle imposed upon his path.
Sharon
"Isn't that fun in a way? To know nothing of a new word and to explore it and make new friends and make memories?" *Kibaru did not want to sit in the water as his tails would get wet, so he remained on one knee and looked at the child* 

"I for one think your mother would be happy knowing her son has goten a second life to live after he was rob of his time at such an early age" *Kibaru did not know how else to treat the boys heart, the only way he knew is time, that was the only thing that helped him when both his parents died* "I mean, how old are you even?"
Ann
Caressing water damped the boys' dragging cloth whilst his tears began to piddle into a meager drizzle, its' orange color spread their color across its' width. As though someone whom fell from high above began to travel across the worlds wide berth; seeking places neglected by time itself hidden within a world that spanned far beyond ones comfort; causing the young boys' mind to feel the distance between he and his homeland further... Spanning that sea where it once lay a place he had once roamed yearning to return and see his beloved parent; though she was someone important to the boy playing an integral role within his life. Influencing him and perhaps holding his hand a little

Too tight, there was still unfinished business within his homeland passions the boy had been robbed of; his hands still stretched reaching out to grasp these lost dreams of his without them he felt trapped behind a 'mirror' upon the other side of the mirror was where his previous existence lay.

Picking his body from the floor where he had keeled over ready to toss this second chance he had never wished for, young Fithoras' fluorescent eyes' pushed away what dark surrounded the "N-nay tis wide so many places I hath naught seen... Whilst people doth seem only to wish to rid of me like an illness.." Scraping his fingers acros the earthen floor the boys' hands clenched within the waters surface "I-it doth terrify me.. F-f-falling d-down to feel thine end I-I doth did not believe it twere true, but before all turned dark n-narry do I wish to remember such a feeling.." A dull smile peered across his lips announcing "Mayhaps it tis true... N-nay would I nor she w-wish m-mine body to feel s-s-s-such.."

Tremoring the boys' head began to duck down, squeezing his skinny malnourished body his body began to tremble whilst his head swept back and forther forming a gesture that meant 'no'.

A wet tear gently cut through his cheek it terrified the young boy whoes life had been whisked away to recall such a moment within his life he could just about feel a foreign presence tear into his chest; its' rocks grated against his flesh whilst his body impaled into its' wide body. Instant black surrounded him there was nothing left, neither could he remember quite what happened before who... Took his life almost as though a boulder in the road.

A quiet whimper pressed through his lips as his lips trembled open "...E-e-even if they doth treat me as naught one worthy of the living; t-twould be cruel t-to naught finish what I hath promised h-her. N-neither... C-could I ever dare to feel such once more p-perhaps t-there doth be others w-whom seem to be wolfs, yet s-show naught their rabid stupidity." Kirabus' question upon his age seemed out of place toward the boy whom hugged himself, why his people measured age not by years but through trial. "S-still naught, but a cub.. F-fore I hath yet passed mine t-test, b-b-but that doth matter l-little... I-I w-wish to b-b-bring m-mine m-mind far from t-those cold walls t-to make a new path that t-tis what you meant? M-mine unfinshed w-words to her..." Squeezing himself tighter the youth attempted to remind himself he was still here, recalling what fragments remained of his death terrified the boy wishing to feel her near the boy would dedicate himself to her promise. By the way he spoke his age was likely near adulthood speaking of a trial that would make it official within the eyes' of his people.