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Token sat crouched in a hallway, head cocked to the side, ears perked for any sound. None came, nothing above the sound of wind through an empty hallway. He advanced slowly through the darkened hallway, wondering why this portion of the building was abandoned.

Today, the feral wore what he always wore: blue jeans that hung off his hips and a baggy, red-and-white striped t-shirt. Carefully, he pushed spikey, white strands of hair out of his eyes. Twitching independantly of themselves on either side of his head were two, rather large, brown ears, their bases firmly imbeded in the boy's crazy mane of hair. Swishing apprehensivly behind him was a matching brown tail, bushy in nature and held at an arrogant angle.

With a shrug, Token accepted the empty hallway as another human oddity. He just didn't understand these creatures that had forced themselves upon him. However, he'd taken to a few, and his loyalty to them had kept him close to this human infested school, rather than off where he longed to be. A window at the endof the hallway revealed the forest.

With a whine that echoed through the emptiness, he pulled himself up, looking out. The feral sighed, wishing with all his heart to be out there, amongst the trees, hunting his own food and relying on none but himself. But he'd been raised by wolves, wolves who shunned being alone. So, in his short time here, Token gathered a pack around himself, keeping close to them. He needed to protect his pack...

With a sigh, he turned his back on the view and skid to the ground, back resting agaisnt the wall beneath the window. He'd wait for a while, and enjoy the emptiness of the hallway...

The boy must have been still for at least three hours before stirring, not quite sleeping amongst the forgotten rooms, but choosing to take comfort in their soft murmurs and letting them draw him into a state of lulled bliss. He had come to escape the overbearing sounds of the main school, the whispers and cries of the objects around him becoming too intense for the young boy to stand. The soft sounds of the abandoned halls were a welcomed change and sooothing to his mind.

The walls whispered excitedly now, they spoke of visetors, two of them apparently. Curious, the boy lifted his head, dusty blond locks of hair falling forward and obscuring his vision for a few moments. His hair seemed more eratic then usual that day, some strands randomly stood on end while others seemed limp against his neck. Bright blue eyes peered out of the room he had taken haven in, catching the shadows that indicated others were near by.

Crawling forward the boy poked his head out the door, cautiously looking from one being to the other. Rising slowly he moved into the middle of the hall, still watching the other two. The boy wore less today then normal, rather then his usual layers all he had was a pair old dirty jeans that were were folded so he could walk properly, a simple red sweater and a blotchy, stained blue jacket. All of the clothes had been "borrowed" back when he lived in his vents and while he was offered newer, nicer clothes when he arrived, Izzy chose to keep what he brought with him.

He only stood in the hall for a few seconds, choosing instead to scuttle into the class across from the one he had just exited. A while back he had brought a few things in there, choosing to make that the place where he slept instead of any of the actual rooms that were provided. The place just made him think of the vents more then any of the dormatories ever could with their white walls and actual beds.

Settling himself right inside room, he remained quiet, choosing to instead take the time to study the other occupants of the hall. The walls around him were still whispering, questioning why any of them were there and occasionally asking him why he made to move to start conversaion. Izzy merely closed his eyes and ignred them.

Token looked up and narrowed his eyes at the female who stood in the hallway. He didn't always get along with females... And she was just... standing there. Usually, the people he'd come across so far, would've been talking his ear off in that annoying human laugage of their's.

Token, of course, could barely speak a word of english. He spoke another language, one that consisted mostly of body language. He'd learned it from the wolves who'd raised him. He stifled another sigh, oh how he wanted to be outside!, and flicked his ears back at the girl in something that clearly said 'Can I help you?' in the wolven language. Of course, unless this female could speak the body language of wolves and other four legged creatures, she most likly wouldn't have a clue as to what Token said. The feral, however, didn't realize this. He'd seen some humans here at this school who could understand him.

His ears perked, however, when he heard muffled shuffling. He cocked his head to the side and leaned over so that he could see into a room. He was about to crawl over and see what was inside when something scuttled out of the room. Token leaned back in surprise, he didn't know there was anyone up here! He leaned forward, eyebrows raised, about to try and speak to these two beings in that annoying human tongue, when the boy moved across the hall into another room. Shaking his head at the strangeness of two legs, he leaned back against the wall to glare at the girl once more.