The end does not always justify the means

Feral rested on the Park ground. He was quick to learn the habits of the shadows and where they most commonly liked to linger. Although still on guard, Feral took out a roll of bandage wraps that were stored in his pockets. He had long learned to carry ointment and bandages with him at all times. after all it wasn't uncommon for him to get scratched up now and then, but he only used them when he was concerned that they would get infected. After taking off his hoodie and rolling up his sleeve, Feral applied a small amount of ointment and wrapped a bandage around his arm, which had been bitten by a shadow dog, before putting the ointment and bandages away. Not having much to do, Feral just sat there with a calm dazed look in his eyes. He wasn't quit sure on what to do, being alone meant he had no worries, other then death. There was no reason for him to worrier about others, but at times he did find himself helping others that were in trouble. But it all made no difference, eventually they would die.

Chelsea was walking around on the street next to the park. She glanced over at the park and saw the person sitting sitting there. Who is that? She thought to herself taking out her bow and slowly walked over. She had her bow ready but not aimed. When she was close enough, she asked, "Who are you?"

Hearing the sudden sound of feet crunching the grass, Feral glanced towards the sound and wasn't at all surprised by what he saw, although he thought he would more likely run into a shadow instead. Feral glanced at her bow in her hand before glancing back up to her face. He was unsure at what to do at the moment, so he stared up at her with a plan calm face. Unlike the others that were on the street, this girl was actually threatening him in a way, even if she didn't know it.

"I asked who you were. Why are you not answering?" She said then saw him glance at her bow. "For all I know your could be an evil Half blood." She said again. She still did not aim her bow but ready for an attack if there was going to be one. She glanced up and saw a shadow. She drew the bow back and aim at the shadow and shot the arrow barely missing his head. The arrow hit the shadow and the shadow dissolved into nothing.

Feral glanced up at her sadly and turned his head slightly away from her. He watched as she drew her arrow,but did not flinch as it past his head. He could see a small glimpse of the shadow she had shot, it was quit mysterious what happened to the shadows after they were destroyed,after all they would have to go somewhere. Realizing that he had got caught in his thoughts, Feral glanced back up at the girl with his head still slightly away from her. His hand calmly went up to his throat and pulled down part of the turtle neck shirt that covered his neck, revealing a large scar that cover almost half of his throat.

She looked down and saw the large scar. She sat down and asked "What happened to you?" She completely forgot the fact of asking who he was or what he was. Why won't he talk? she asked her self.

Feral turned his face back towards her, after hearing the question Feral gave her a blank expression before giving her a smug look that had the word Really all over it. He would hope after showing his scar that she would realize that he could not talk, but maybe after a while she would catch on. After all he could not tell her, the scar enabled him to speak.

"You can't speak?" She sighed and gave herself an imaginary face palm. She put down her bow and put the arrow up. She wrote a word in the dirt and asked "Could you talk like this?"

Feral watched as she began to write in the dirt. He felt somewhat more revealed, but still held the same somewhat sad expression. Although anothers company was nice now and then, Feral truly liked being alone. He didn't have to worry about others, but it had always been like that for him, so he didn't truly understand. Once she had finished writing in the dirt, Feral nodded his head. Although he didn't understand why she had to write in the dirt, he could clearly understand her words. After all, he was mute, not deaf.

Chelsea looked up and waited for him to put something down. "Go ahead don't be shy." She prompted him. This was the first time in a while she wasn't alone, but sometimes she preferred to be. She took off her hat and brushed her hair back and put it back on.

Feral gave her a stubborn look and crossed his arms,but didn't fold them. It was quit clear what he was gesturing, Feral had rejected to write in the dirt. After all there was nothing for him to write, he didn't feel like starting a conversation just yet and just purely didn't feel like writing in the dirt. After putting his hands down, Feral gave her a Now What look as he waited for her to do something else.

She decided to draw in the dirt, after all she didn't bring any paper. It started out as a long slender thing and turned into her favorite drawing a dragon wrapped around a Cherry Blossom Tree. Memories flooded her mind of her old friend and a tear rolled down her face and landed in the dirt on the dragon's tail tip. She quickly whipped more tears away and smiled at him.

Feral glanced down at the dirt and watched as she began to draw. A sudden drop of water caught his eye, at first he that that maybe it was going to rain. But once he looked up he could see that the girl was crying. He gave her the same old sad expression before he began to write in the dirt next to her drawing. Поэтому плакать he wrought before glancing back up at her.

She had no Idea what it meant. She let out a long sigh and drew another picture in the dirt. This time it was a tiger. She felt even more sad because it was her parents favorite picture. This time no tears fell, but she still felt that pang of sadness.

Suddenly realizing that he had wrought in a different language, Feral slapped himself on his forehead before shifting the dirt around, clearing away his words. The words Why cry were quickly replaced. Hoping that he had gotten the words right, Feral glanced back up at the girl and pointed at his words in the dirt.

"Because that is my Friends favorite Picture and She moved. Then two days later I heard that there was a shooting at her new house and they couldn't identify the bodies" She said letting two more tears roll down her face. She put her hands over her face and started to cry.

Feral rested his hands on his knees as he listened to the girl talk, he was unsure on what to do. It was quit clear that this girl had suffered through some hard times. Feral soon found himself in a situation he did not like as he watched the girl begin to tear up again. His eyes quickly widened in shock once the girl started to cry. Not knowing what to do, Feral waved both of his hands, trying to catch her attention.

She looked up and sniffled. She calmed down her tears and looked at him. "What?" She asked keeping back her tears waiting for a reply from her silent friend even though she didn't even know his name.

Feral quickly looked around his surroundings as he tried to find something that would make her feel better. It didn't take him very look before he spotted a small stick.Not seeing anything else to use, Feral picked up the stick and waved it back and forth in front of her before throwing it towards a broken swing. Realizing what he just did, Feral glanced towards the girl with a apathetic look on his face.

She gave him a confused look."Whats with the stick?" She asked through sniffling. Her blue eyes where soft and blurry from tears she had held back trying not to cry.
She muttered something to her self in a different language "Watashi wa inorituzukeru"

Still not knowing what to do, Feral decided to play along with his stick idea. Once the girl asked him about the stick, Feral pointed towards it with a stubborn look on his face before furiously pointing towards the stick again. Hoping she would get the idea.

She got up and grab the stick "Do you want the stick?" She asked bringi back over to him and sitting down again still sniffling a bit. She took of her hat and brushed her hair back out of her face and and put the hat back on.

Somewhat confused that she actually going to go get the stick, Feral waited for her to return. Once she did a smirk appeared in his face as he picked up the stick again and waved it around before throwing it again in almost the same spot. After it hit the ground Feral glanced back at her and pointed at the stick with the same stern look as before.

She got up again and got it "Next time you get it"She said only having one sniffle. She handed him the stick and sat down. She keep singing the same quote in her head. Never missing a word in it.

Feral watched yet again as the girl got up and retrieved the stick. He was actually finding this situation quit fun and was quit happy to play his little game, although he wished she would catch on to what he was playing at. Once again Feral picked up the stick and waved it around before throwing it,yet again. Just like last time, Feral pointed towards the stick with a stern look, but this time with a sly smirk on his face.