Lonely is a Crowd

It was hard. Surviving in the toskal world, especially when you couldn't hide. For one family, an albino pup was too much a burden. So they left him, tucked in and bundled up, at the base of a tree. Left to die. All alone. Bino started crying immediately and tried to chase after his parents. He could only crawl so they were gone long before he got very far. Still, he kept moving.

The tiny mans had no idea the danger he was drawing toward himself, he was clueless, even after a fab albino scooped him up and disappeared into the swamp. He was never aware of the grinner that had been closing. The albino that saved him was another young pup that was named Djinn, he took Bino to a small cave where a far older tosk resided, his pelt a gentle blue with bone like marks, and blinded eyes.

He grew up with that group. They were misfits. They were friends. They were family. Bino was scrawny, lanky and small. He sometimes struggled to keep up with Djinn but, idolized him. He loved hos older brother and often went as far as mimicking him, trying to be cool like him. Of course he wasn't as good at it as Djinn, but he definitely tried.

The little man took to painting rocks he found. He often gave his favorites to his brothers. He would always beam happily before bouncing away to paint another. He had a small pile himself, and made his own paints. It was the one thing he excelled in and he loved showing it to his family and they accepted his goofy gifts every time.