Summer 509 av 50th
Voreasos, an young Symenestra, slowly moved in the forest. He stood about 5'10, silver hair falling past his neck amethyst eyes watching the trails in front of him. His white grey skin being warped around in a black cloak. His arms were a bit longer then a normal human's with larger hands that had black claws.
He was in the mood for food, a craving that he had put off for a bit of time. His senses were telling him that he had to find some food even if he had to kill. Killing was not a big deal for him nor his kind. Even at birth they killed there mothers at some point most of the time.
A soft sigh leaving his soft lips as his hands trailing in his hair as he walked on an trail. He had no where to really go really. Just a walking lost soul missing home but could there be more to what he was missing then just a simple nest and web of family?
He did not know what he wanted right now. His stomach told him to find food and in that maybe find something else. He wanted to have more meaning in his life yet for now he was just walking along and doing nothing in his life. Maybe he would know one day.