10-21-2018, 10:52 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]Rodion knew what it was life to want to be happy, but sorrow always had a stronger pull. While he was happy here, the constant reminder of his absent mother always chased the happiness away sooner or later. As for his father, well, he remember very little of his father. According to rumors, his father had been attacked by dogs, killed only a few days after he was born. While he wished he knew his father, the sadness was little to nonexistent. It was hard to miss someone you do not remember. Rodion always swore to avenge his father, but all he knew were rumors. When he questioned his mother, she always told him that he was too young and that she would tell him when he was older. Now being an orphan, he would never know. Maybe he had a distant relative who knew what happened, but he was clueless about where to start.
"Hello," the child greeted with a rather hushed voice. He could sense the sorrow in the air, and he was not sure what to say or how to act. Pale blue eyes looked over the pictures, his ears pinning back ever so slightly. From what he could gather, he was not the only orphan here who missed his parents. Jaws agape, he returned his gaze to the unfamiliar groupmate. "I'm Rodi."
"Hello," the child greeted with a rather hushed voice. He could sense the sorrow in the air, and he was not sure what to say or how to act. Pale blue eyes looked over the pictures, his ears pinning back ever so slightly. From what he could gather, he was not the only orphan here who missed his parents. Jaws agape, he returned his gaze to the unfamiliar groupmate. "I'm Rodi."