The Outcast

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Distantly, he sat there twisting his long, blond hair as the world seemed to rush by. His breath was slow and deep; the same as his current thought-process. He slowly analyzed everything surrounding him, not missing a detail. Bright, quick, blue eyes jumped from spot to spot around the room as he sat there, with a golden lock wrapped around his finger. He seemed oddly calm in a room that was in such an uproar. The boisterous clan of savages around him hooted and screamed over whom had been mating with each other. One of the savages was louder than the rest, beating his chest in a show of false dominance that he thought would make the rest of the clan respect him.

Suddenly, another male questioned his dominance, which sent the creature reeling into a show of how many males he had beaten in battle, and how many females with which we copulated, and vulgarly spoke of the size of their breasts. The honey-haired sapient watched in disgust as the beasts flaunted their private interactions with one another. He watched and wondered how they could make him an outsider and then speak and participate in acts so vile and barbaric. He smiled and gladly accepted himself as an outcast, because he believed he would rather be odd, strange and foreign, than join the group of savages who surrounded him. This was a choice, already made, in his first class of the semester.

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