The streets of the city had become more familiar to the young sabrian kid who still seemed to resemble the "normal" person in this society and had yet to have taken the appearance of his ancestry that he had yet to tell anyone of yet. It was because he knew of the feeling of hate that the people here held towards his kind.
Walking down the street his eyes instinctively observing everyone that came a few feet from him. He was dressed in a pair of loose fitting pants that where ripped at the knees and a black shirt that fit loosely on the htin frame of the young boy who was barely the age of a teen.
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