It was a tall guant young man: very pale and thin with dark hair haphazardly flopping about on his head as he turned it side-to-side. His wide brown eyes grew wider with fear as he trembled and mewled like a frightened new born.
Ann just stared at the thing in confusion and its eyes again darted away, mewling once again. This time the thing's fear came more from the strange feeling of something warm running down its leg, as he had peed himself and started to cry, quiet, infantile tears in a soft voice that were verying fitting for a new life.
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