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Try, try, try again.

The tension between the Pit and  their own home was thick enough to cut steel.

For a child there wasn’t much that Ikanadie could do, since they were of course a child.  It really fell under the circumstances of how things were going to fall out, since would  those bruts really hurt a child or prove some kind of notion that not everyone were as kind as they were expecting, that there will be others who strive on the notion of fear and terror.

The kitsune curious has ever mostly towards the other members of their overtakers? Overlords?  Bullies?  Some of them didn’t even look normal, well normal in their understanding.  Which made them even more curious, and that curious nature could get them killed or worse.

But what made them angry than anything else was the unwanted and really uncalled for injuries with the additional poisonous bite which added the insult to injury, at least in their opinion they see as that, but there was always a reason behind all this madness and they were only hoping that some kind of a revolt broke out in regards of having everything return back to normal, for this was clear and honest madness.

At least the least thing they could do which was harmless was attempt to draw, draw exactly would be whatever got in their general vision, hopefully it would something worthy to be drawn.  Who knows, but they were just drawing in a vacant journal they stumbled a upon.

The last thing they needed would be to startled.

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