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Onyx was wandering along the beach. These past two weeks or so she'd been bored out of her mind. She hadn't met anyone new, hadn't done anything amazing. She was just waiting for something to happen, when nothing was happening. So today she just walked alongide the shore, her spider-like legs practically tripping over eachother. To face it, Onyx was dumb for her age. She'd missed out on four months of her life where she should have been learning, not to mention she hadn't learned much on the isle or in Stavanger Bay! She had a lot of info to catch up on that other teenagers knew. She needed a teacher. The last time she'd had a real teacher was when she was four months old! Onyx intended to try and change this soon. It wasn't like she didn't know, she knew she was missing something. But she didn't know what. Several months of knowledge had gone down the drain. And also, it wasn't like she'd met a lot of wolves, but only one wolf had asked about what her life was like, and it hadn't been exstensive. Majesty had asked if her mother was deceased, and she'd said yes. That was it. Nobody knew she was an orphan ever since she was four months old, or that she had no living relatives she knew of, or that she felt like nobody liked her, or didn't know why she was alive. What was her purpose here? And if she didn't have a purpose, why was she alive? She wasn't helping anyone by staying around without a purpose.