Ouroboros Spine Ready, set, let's roll

Sitri was a quiet solitary being. He stayed to himself mostly. He talked to a few and he would talk if one happened upon him or vise versa. He did not seek out others though. He had once upon a time and she had left, just as all the others. So he didn't seek anyone out anymore.

Unlike many others, Sitri did not miss anyone, nor did he have anyone to miss him. He was on his own in this world, and probably in the next. He was a slave child, a bastard son, and he did not matter in the scheme of things, at least he thought so anyway.

Sitri slid up the mountainside with practiced ease. He was used to the terrain now, and he preferred the higher elevations. To look down on a world, was an amazing feeling, and he felt so large. Today though he was not alone and he chuffed quietly to get the other's attention. Not wanting to startle him to much and have him go spiraling to his doom.