Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190903154219/@comment-5583506-20191009141721

Shanks smiled upon hearing the howling. He found it soothing, yet still felt an uncomfortable sensation of sadness somewhere within his chest. He liked to think of himself as still being human, but when animals accepted him more amidst their own kin than people, he felt as if he was just fooling himself.

Not that anyone else would know what it felt like. How could they? They were still them. And he ... he was neither animal or human. He was a freak. If he had been either he wouldn't have the ability to regenerate, to be immune to sickness and disease, to remain virtually eternal, to possess inhuman senses, strength and speed.

He adjusted the grip around the two legs over his shoulders and continued to head back, accompanied by the somber howling of the coyotes from behind.