Foran looked up, he was still lost in thought and did put his attention fully into the area around him. He was being asked a question wasn't he?<b> “What are you mister?” </b>Finally registered in his brain and his eyes focused on the little bird girl in front of him. She was only about up to his knee cap, He or she could have only been a child, unless they only grew to be the size of those little fox people.<br/><br/>In the first second of seeing what he guessed was a girl with gold feathers all over her body instinct took over and he flex ed his claws, preparing to rip through the soft flesh and satiate his growing hunger. This would be his third or so day without meat. His heart rate picked up, this all happening in the matter of a few seconds. He wanted to be sick once his rational thoughts took over. He was disgusted with the thought that he could do such a thing.<br/><br/><b>“Me?</b>” He asked just to make sure. When the small bird nodded and looked so innocent and happily at him he felt his heart break. Maybe he should have said, a monster, a demon. Being dramatic to a child would help no one.<br/><br/><b>“I'm a Ramen, We're kinda like humans” </b>He could have tried to explain he was a defect of human making, that he was born in a race that never should have existed. Again, telling this to a child would help nothing.<br/><br/>He kept sitting and looked up at the other bird people who were still flying around, he wondered if any of them were scared that a child was talking to him, were they scared of him and that's why they didn't talk to him? He had seen others flock like buzzards to a corpse, to the others. Ironic, however that he was a walking corpse, or at least looked like one<br/><br/>Maybe he should have told the little girl that, told her all the names he'd been called over the years? It wouldn't have been pretty but he wasn't exactly either. 'Freak, monster, walking corpse, zombie, cursed animal, beast.' all of those might have put a little confusion in those big bird eyes.<br/><br/>He thought about once when he was in a cage, back when he was a slave. A child handed him half a slice of bread through the bars. Before he could reach for it and thank the child, it's mother pulled it away and called him a monster. He halted the memory as it only made him feel worse. He put on a fake smile. If you can even call it that on him with his torn apart lips.<br/><b><br/>
	“Hey, whats your name little one? Should you be so far away from your mommy, You don't want her to worry about you.” </b>He stood up and offers the little thing a hand.<b> “Here I'll Make sure you get home safely.”</b>Though the little thing could not reach his hand so he simple offered her his longest finger and let her hold it as such.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>