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A bloody corpse had been dragged to the main island. Its throat had been ripped out and it looked like the death had been painful. The body was Crashboompaw's. And next to the body stood the child himself.
Crashboompaw had only recently turned six months old. He was now old enough to be a Drang, but that thought didn't excite him very much.
The child had been gone for weeks, months even. His anger issues and paranoia were getting worse by the day, and avoiding his clanmates wasn't helping. The shapeshifter hadn't seen his family in ages. Recently something had happened to him, though. As he found out about his multiple possessions power, he had possessed a wolf and tested the body out.
Originally he was going to be killed by a character named Chara, but the thread died down so instead his wolf body died by the hands of a NPC. As the body died, Crashboompaw's spirit went back to his original body. It was quite a traumatic event for the young boy, and he was still having nightmares about it.
Now he wanted to come back to his Clan. He didn't want to be alone for any longer, it was frightening and painful. Still... He was feeling dreadful. He hated interacting with other people and only liked their attention. He was very conflicted.
Crashboompaw stood quietly next to the rotten corpse, staring blankly at it. He was waiting for someone to come to him, he didn't feel like seeking out people by himself.
