little-lost-hare

[little-lost-hare]

<he points at himself and shakes his head and he points at someone’s house. He decides to try writing again>

<trying to say he doesn’t have anywhere to go… he takes the bread and gives a small nod to the large man. He tries to make some more guestures to convey he doesn’t have anywhere to go>

<one day while he’s out shopping, Flouride notices a small looking kid on the street, he doesn’t seem to be with anyone. He’s darting from ally to ally and seems a bit lost. He’s wearing tattered clothes and a hood. He has wide blue eyes and seems rather frighted>

@little-lost-hare

Flouride was a little... dizzy.

Despite that, he blended into the overwhelming crowd, shoving his way through the ever-growing crowded streets. It was a high noon, and it felt awfully crowded at the wrong time.

His head hurt... but Yvette had asked for some things, so he'd get them. Flouride wouldn't let the lady go out on her own with the sheer amount of kids she had anyways.

That doesn't mean he wasn't attentive. In Zaun, being unaware of your surroundings was just an invitation to get robbed. So despite how much he'd rather tune out every single stimuli that threatened his sanity, he didn't. Which meant he saw the kid out on the street.

Tiny people and yordles weren't uncommon here. It should've been his immediate reaction to not investigate- this was Zaun after all. Flouride wished his common sense wasn't clouded as it was, but whatever. Kids move in a specific way, tiny people and yordles don't have those big eyes either.

Worst case scenario, he'd have to kill someone who was trying to use the kid as bait.

Best case scenario, he gets a genuine excuse to use with Yvette as to why he only has half of the requested items.

That entire thought process is how he ended up within one of the alleyways, following the kid and extending a piece of bread... with one hand absolutely ready to take his gun out and shoot anyone should he hear anyone else approaching.. but not on the gun.

"Saw you eyein' the stalls. Are you lost?"

[little-lost-hare]

Ooc/// this is what Polaris properly looks like, he’s about 3.3 feet tall

[little-lost-hare]

<it’s always odd hearing your name in a different language, he sniffles and nods rubbing his face to clear the tears… he starts to relax slightly. His stomach rumbles again… it’s started to get dark out and he has nowhere to go>

<Polaris thinks hard, his face scrunching up. He points at himself, points at the darkening surroundings and shakes his head. Hoping to convey he had no where to go>

<one day while he’s out shopping, Flouride notices a small looking kid on the street, he doesn’t seem to be with anyone. He’s darting from ally to ally and seems a bit lost. He’s wearing tattered clothes and a hood. He has wide blue eyes and seems rather frighted>

@little-lost-hare

Flouride was a little... dizzy.

Despite that, he blended into the overwhelming crowd, shoving his way through the ever-growing crowded streets. It was a high noon, and it felt awfully crowded at the wrong time.

His head hurt... but Yvette had asked for some things, so he'd get them. Flouride wouldn't let the lady go out on her own with the sheer amount of kids she had anyways.

That doesn't mean he wasn't attentive. In Zaun, being unaware of your surroundings was just an invitation to get robbed. So despite how much he'd rather tune out every single stimuli that threatened his sanity, he didn't. Which meant he saw the kid out on the street.

Tiny people and yordles weren't uncommon here. It should've been his immediate reaction to not investigate- this was Zaun after all. Flouride wished his common sense wasn't clouded as it was, but whatever. Kids move in a specific way, tiny people and yordles don't have those big eyes either.

Worst case scenario, he'd have to kill someone who was trying to use the kid as bait.

Best case scenario, he gets a genuine excuse to use with Yvette as to why he only has half of the requested items.

That entire thought process is how he ended up within one of the alleyways, following the kid and extending a piece of bread... with one hand absolutely ready to take his gun out and shoot anyone should he hear anyone else approaching.. but not on the gun.

"Saw you eyein' the stalls. Are you lost?"

[little-lost-hare]

<he tilts his head to the side… long ears twitching… who names someone flour? Well… it’s not his place to judge this place is strange enough as it is. He writes>

(P-O-L-A-R-I-S)

<and points at himself sniffling as he try’s to stop crying>

<one day while he’s out shopping, Flouride notices a small looking kid on the street, he doesn’t seem to be with anyone. He’s darting from ally to ally and seems a bit lost. He’s wearing tattered clothes and a hood. He has wide blue eyes and seems rather frighted>

@little-lost-hare

Flouride was a little... dizzy.

Despite that, he blended into the overwhelming crowd, shoving his way through the ever-growing crowded streets. It was a high noon, and it felt awfully crowded at the wrong time.

His head hurt... but Yvette had asked for some things, so he'd get them. Flouride wouldn't let the lady go out on her own with the sheer amount of kids she had anyways.

That doesn't mean he wasn't attentive. In Zaun, being unaware of your surroundings was just an invitation to get robbed. So despite how much he'd rather tune out every single stimuli that threatened his sanity, he didn't. Which meant he saw the kid out on the street.

Tiny people and yordles weren't uncommon here. It should've been his immediate reaction to not investigate- this was Zaun after all. Flouride wished his common sense wasn't clouded as it was, but whatever. Kids move in a specific way, tiny people and yordles don't have those big eyes either.

Worst case scenario, he'd have to kill someone who was trying to use the kid as bait.

Best case scenario, he gets a genuine excuse to use with Yvette as to why he only has half of the requested items.

That entire thought process is how he ended up within one of the alleyways, following the kid and extending a piece of bread... with one hand absolutely ready to take his gun out and shoot anyone should he hear anyone else approaching.. but not on the gun.

"Saw you eyein' the stalls. Are you lost?"

[little-lost-hare]

<he takes the pen and begins to write… it’s in the only language he knows. His dad had told him he would teach him the common tongue and writing in the next month… it might have helped. He grabs a piece of metal and writes in the dirt>

<he looks up expectantly but… when he sees no understanding tears slowly start to fall from his eyes>

<one day while he’s out shopping, Flouride notices a small looking kid on the street, he doesn’t seem to be with anyone. He’s darting from ally to ally and seems a bit lost. He’s wearing tattered clothes and a hood. He has wide blue eyes and seems rather frighted>

@little-lost-hare

Flouride was a little... dizzy.

Despite that, he blended into the overwhelming crowd, shoving his way through the ever-growing crowded streets. It was a high noon, and it felt awfully crowded at the wrong time.

His head hurt... but Yvette had asked for some things, so he'd get them. Flouride wouldn't let the lady go out on her own with the sheer amount of kids she had anyways.

That doesn't mean he wasn't attentive. In Zaun, being unaware of your surroundings was just an invitation to get robbed. So despite how much he'd rather tune out every single stimuli that threatened his sanity, he didn't. Which meant he saw the kid out on the street.

Tiny people and yordles weren't uncommon here. It should've been his immediate reaction to not investigate- this was Zaun after all. Flouride wished his common sense wasn't clouded as it was, but whatever. Kids move in a specific way, tiny people and yordles don't have those big eyes either.

Worst case scenario, he'd have to kill someone who was trying to use the kid as bait.

Best case scenario, he gets a genuine excuse to use with Yvette as to why he only has half of the requested items.

That entire thought process is how he ended up within one of the alleyways, following the kid and extending a piece of bread... with one hand absolutely ready to take his gun out and shoot anyone should he hear anyone else approaching.. but not on the gun.

"Saw you eyein' the stalls. Are you lost?"

[little-lost-hare]

<his ears twitch as he figures out what the big man is trying to say. He cautiously and slowly takes the bread before quickly pulling his hands away. He takes a small bite and decides to try and ask something again>

ᚹᚺᛁ… ᚷᛁᚢᛖ ᛗᛖ ᚠᛟᛟᛞ?…..

<his ears droop as he realizes that this person can’t understand him. Almost comically pouts>

ᛁ ᚹᚨᚾᚾᚨ ᚷᛟ ᚺᛟᛗᛖ!… ᚦᛁᛊ ᛈᛚᚨᚲᛖ ᛁᛊ ᚲᛟᚾᚠᚢᛊᛁᛜ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛊᚲᚨᚱᛁ…

<one day while he’s out shopping, Flouride notices a small looking kid on the street, he doesn’t seem to be with anyone. He’s darting from ally to ally and seems a bit lost. He’s wearing tattered clothes and a hood. He has wide blue eyes and seems rather frighted>

@little-lost-hare

Flouride was a little... dizzy.

Despite that, he blended into the overwhelming crowd, shoving his way through the ever-growing crowded streets. It was a high noon, and it felt awfully crowded at the wrong time.

His head hurt... but Yvette had asked for some things, so he'd get them. Flouride wouldn't let the lady go out on her own with the sheer amount of kids she had anyways.

That doesn't mean he wasn't attentive. In Zaun, being unaware of your surroundings was just an invitation to get robbed. So despite how much he'd rather tune out every single stimuli that threatened his sanity, he didn't. Which meant he saw the kid out on the street.

Tiny people and yordles weren't uncommon here. It should've been his immediate reaction to not investigate- this was Zaun after all. Flouride wished his common sense wasn't clouded as it was, but whatever. Kids move in a specific way, tiny people and yordles don't have those big eyes either.

Worst case scenario, he'd have to kill someone who was trying to use the kid as bait.

Best case scenario, he gets a genuine excuse to use with Yvette as to why he only has half of the requested items.

That entire thought process is how he ended up within one of the alleyways, following the kid and extending a piece of bread... with one hand absolutely ready to take his gun out and shoot anyone should he hear anyone else approaching.. but not on the gun.

"Saw you eyein' the stalls. Are you lost?"

[little-lost-hare]

<he looks up at the large man… he isn’t used to this many kinds of people… especially not giant ones with sharp teeth and green eyes. He doesn’t understand what the man is saying to him, he does understand the bread though… and that this man had followed him into the alley. His ears twitch and flatten to his head and he tilts his head to the side before cautiously saying>

ᚢᚺᚺ… ᚹᚺᛟ ᚨᚱᛖᛁᛟᚢ?… ᚹᚺᛁ ᛞᛁᛞᛁᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᛚᛚᛟᚹᛗᛖ?… ᚹᚺᛁ ᚨᚱᛖᛁᛟᚢ ᛊᛟ ᛒᛁᚷ…?

<it doesn’t appear that the man understood him… no one here seems to. And suddenly he feels very small, and very overwhelmed he feels himself fighting back tears. He must be further from home than he thought. he looks up at the man, his hood falls back revealing long rabbit ears, they stick up and twitch every so often changing direction to listen around him>

<one day while he’s out shopping, Flouride notices a small looking kid on the street, he doesn’t seem to be with anyone. He’s darting from ally to ally and seems a bit lost. He’s wearing tattered clothes and a hood. He has wide blue eyes and seems rather frighted>

@little-lost-hare

Flouride was a little... dizzy.

Despite that, he blended into the overwhelming crowd, shoving his way through the ever-growing crowded streets. It was a high noon, and it felt awfully crowded at the wrong time.

His head hurt... but Yvette had asked for some things, so he'd get them. Flouride wouldn't let the lady go out on her own with the sheer amount of kids she had anyways.

That doesn't mean he wasn't attentive. In Zaun, being unaware of your surroundings was just an invitation to get robbed. So despite how much he'd rather tune out every single stimuli that threatened his sanity, he didn't. Which meant he saw the kid out on the street.

Tiny people and yordles weren't uncommon here. It should've been his immediate reaction to not investigate- this was Zaun after all. Flouride wished his common sense wasn't clouded as it was, but whatever. Kids move in a specific way, tiny people and yordles don't have those big eyes either.

Worst case scenario, he'd have to kill someone who was trying to use the kid as bait.

Best case scenario, he gets a genuine excuse to use with Yvette as to why he only has half of the requested items.

That entire thought process is how he ended up within one of the alleyways, following the kid and extending a piece of bread... with one hand absolutely ready to take his gun out and shoot anyone should he hear anyone else approaching.. but not on the gun.

"Saw you eyein' the stalls. Are you lost?"

[little-lost-hare]

ᛁ ᛗᛁᛊᛊ ᛊᛖᛖᛁᛜ ᚨᚾᛁᛗᚨᛚᛊ ᛚᛁᚲᛖ ᚦᛁᛊ ᛁᚾ ᚦᛖ ᚠᛟᚱᛖᛊᛏᛊ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛒᛃ ᚦᛖ ᛊᛖᚨ… ᛖᚢᛖᚱᛃᚦᛁᛜ ᚺᛖᚱᛖ ᛁᛊ ᛊᛟ ᚠᛟᚱᛖᛁᚷᚾ..

[little-lost-hare]

ᚹᚺᚤ ᛞᛟᛖᛋ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛈᛚᚨᚲᛖ ᛋᛗᛖᛚᛚ ᛋᛟ ᚹᛖᛁᚱᛞ? ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛚᚨᚾᚷᚢᚨᚷᛖ ᚨᛚᛋᛟ ᛋᛟᚢᚾᛞᛋ ᛚᛁᚴᛖ ᚷᛁᛒᛒᛖᚱᛁᛋᚺ…

[little-lost-hare]

ᛁᛗ ᛈᛟᛚᚨᚱᛁᛋ, ᚺᛖ/ᚺᛁᛗ ᛈᚱᛟᚾᛟᚢᛋ. ᛁᛗ 10 ᛃᛖᚨᚱᛋ ᛟᛚᛞ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁᛗ ᚾᛟᚢ ᚨᚱᛟᚢᚾᛞ ᚺᛖᚨ… ᛒᚨᛞ ᛗᛖᚾ ᛏᛟᚲ ᛗᛖ ᛏᛟ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛋᛁᛏᛁ ᛏᚺᛖᚾ ᛁ ᛖᛋᚲᚨᛈᛖᛞ…ᛁᚡᛖ ᛒᛖᚾ ᚺᛁᛞᛁᚾᚷ ᛖᚡᛖᚱ ᛋᛁᚾᚲᛖ… ᛖᚢᛖᚱᚢᛟᚾ ᚺᛖᚱᛖ ᛁᛊ ᛋᛟ ᛋᛏᚱᚨᚾᚷᛖ.

Translation: (I’m Polaris, he/him pronouns. I’m 10 years old and I’m new around here… bad men took me to this city then I escaped… I’ve been hiding ever since… everyone here is so strange.)

Ooc// this character doesn’t speak English really a it’s not their first or second language.

No nsfw!