Starglow Basin ícaro

Ocho

This was the only name he knew, here in this land of savagery and monsters. Simple as they were, words, and not the sort that were dripping with imminent threat or mockery, offered him a small glimmer of hope; though he'd learned by now not to show such things. 

Not to show, well, anything, really. Recipe for disaster.

The boy tried to adjust his leg comfortably, still bound in tight bandage and the pungeant scent of herb and sick skin. He looked up at the man, kept his voice quiet. Nokh..t.

Still, he couldn't shake this feeling of unease that had haunted him since the day he'd been caught chasing beetles. Instinct.

If he was their leader, he too was unsafe.