Chimera Fields (;*´Д`)ﾉ

A voice.

He jumped.

Startled beyond what anyone might consider normal, Kubo’s legs locked up and he slid to a stop. With ears splayed out sideways, he swung his head around to look at the one that spoke out. Did he know him? Had they met before? He was certain they didn’t and that they hadn’t. But if they were not familiar with one another, then why did the male call to him?

It didn’t make sense. But, then again, had anything made much sense since he’d set off on his own?

“Nothing,” he suddenly shot back, surprising even himself.

Calm down, boy...

Ah, there it was again—that feeling. For now, he had no other choice but to ignore it.

“I’ve never been here before,” he added, quieter this time. His previous outburst originated from a place he knew nothing of—Kubo knew only that he was in no position to behave in such a way, neither mentally nor physically. Months had gone by now, and he was still without another. Still alone but still surviving, living off of scraps which, of course, had ultimately resulted in his less-than-slim figure.

But that was life.