One Lost Lamb
It’s not quite the normal sight, a masked and mostly cloaked troll roaming the streets frantically. Alone and pacing the semi sleepy upper class part of town. It would be a wonder if someone didn’t call in a Drone to check on the silent skulking figure. A piece of paper in hand with a crudely drawn image on it.
At first Zeus had taken his own advice and simply searched for his missing lusus without outside help. But after a solid hour with no sign of the sheep he continued to follow the path that he has last been with the sheep. He only took his eyes off his traveling companion for a moment.
By now he had garnered attention from those who lived in the area. His attire not quite the blending in with the rest of the current populous. And the fact he was shaking and shambling up to anyone who looked his way and pointed frantically at the crudely drawn image of his lusus. Without his companion he was without a voice.
When highbloods showed up he tried to keep his head down, hands clung to the paper and his limp more evident. He looked like cull bait, easy pickings, and might have been if not for the constant little sparks that jumped between his twin horns.
