Torok continued to meditate for some time, the vines, shrubs, and flowers consuming his form until he was simply a bush. The boy had little control over it, he seemed to do it on a subconscious level in order to effectively hide while he meditated. The bush soon stopped growing as soon as he was consumed by it. He couldn’t hear what was going on around him anymore, as memories flashed through his mind.

  These memories held no value at first, black and white images soon turned into motion pictures and muted colors with deafening silence. Before long, he was reliving days long past running through the forest or, so he thought. Slowly the images began to become clear slowly he could see himself running towards some great monster in the distance, devouring trees and destroying a place he thought of as home. He knew it was bad his instincts told him to run the other way but his anger drove him forward. The hill was just in front of him, yet he still tried to hold himself back. The top of the ridge was flooded with a bright light and as the boy reached the top of the ridge, and he was enveloped in light he opened his eyes.

  His strange deep dark eyes faded and cleared adjusting to the warmth and fractured light of the sun making its way through the brush. Sound was slow to make its way back to him, the chatter and laughter of the campers in the hall nearby began again, and he could hear others walking past. A sigh escaped him, sweat dripped off his face, and he slowly regained control of his breathing through several deep breaths. He hated that, whenever he was stressed that memory would always slither its way back into his mind. He couldn’t remember how or what he did, but he was told of what he did by his mother and father. Somehow he returned to that location once last year and could sense the bones deep in the earth, it really had happened, and he couldn’t remember.

  With a slight adjustment of himself he stood up from the bush, the bush slowly withered down and away no longer did it have its source of life within its grasp. He stood there in the grass for a moment regaining his sense of surroundings. He decided after a few more moments that maybe retrieving some food wasn’t that bad of an idea. So he walked back up to the mess hall, most of the other students were already eating their food while it seemed some had returned for seconds. He wasn’t picky and wasted no time making a couple ham sandwiches with veggies, he was also quick to eat said sandwiches as well.

  He was about to go back outside and find where he was going to be staying yet, he couldn’t help but over hear a conversation near bye. Now Torok wasn’t known to be an eave's dropper, but he couldn’t help his keen senses at times, and one of the voices was familiar. Subtly his dark eyes glanced around only to find the source of the voice being Tempest, he remembered her. The girl he spent the last two years in classes with, she was attractive, but he never spoke to her or bothered her. Yet, he found himself curious as to if she would recognize him after his 6 inch growth spurt. The girl seemed to be talking to the lighter haired fellow who had interrupted him earlier and two smaller children at their feet. Those possessed dolls where strange yet most here are, the female one did look cute and in a way the boy reminded him of himself last year, a bit timid. Still, he couldn’t help but over hear them talk about monsters and for him it struck an unseen cord.

  Still, he pushed down his slight anxiety and stepped up to the four of them, black eyes glanced at all of them for a moment. His look was stern and his deep voice was rather monotone as he spoke, [color=39b54a]“Tempest is right, you will not find any monsters here in looks or ability.” [/color]He didn’t seem to care that he was butting in to their conversation, slowly he looked away from Tempest and to the light haired boy. [color=39b54a]“However, you will find that myself and some others are monsters for the things we have done, whether we chose to or not.”[/color] The last bit seemed to hold just the slightest bit of sorrow. Again he paused for a moment looking around at all the happy campers and once more at all of them, “[color=39b54a]you all remind me of my sister”[/color] he turned and began to walk away whispering quietly [color=39b54a]“innocent”[/color] before exiting the mess hall and walking toward the cabins.

   [@tenma tendo] [@tybalt capulet]  [@candlelitcraft]

  Torok was quite aware that what he said to them and Tempest was more than likely the first thing he has ever said at this place. He figured it was long enough, he had to prove at least some rumors about him were false. Him being a mute was one, he knew there were others, he did over hear one once where he was some kind of murderer. The truth wasn’t too far off. He didn’t always like being mature or cold, but people tend to mature quickly when their innocence is wasted. Traumatic events tend to do that to people.