#aiolus

Jubith -- A rich, blue planet at the edge of the galaxy that was flooded with beautiful oceans and vibrant grasslands -- all which were now dust in space. Minorii could remember it clearly. Just seconds after the evacuation ship reached the farthest ring of their solar system, there was a flash of red before the blue dot he called home was vaporized, leaving behind a powerful cloud of memories.

That was, however, several months before Minorii and the 8 million Hydrans were finally docked on the planet of Auren. There was some talk about a governmental agreement between eight separate planets in the cased of an emergency much like this. But it didn't change the feeling of betrayal that was clearly portrayed in the faces of his people. Many people were separated from their families and stationed into small dorm-filled communities. Even Minorii found it difficult to function naturally without the fear of being targeted again. There was a sense of helplessness, as if being a type one wasn't bad enough. 

But, at least the town just some blocks away wasn't so bad. Though the faces he passed seemed rather bitter and aggressive toward him, it didn't bother him as much. He had grown tolerant to it ever since he hit puberty. But his footsteps along the dirt roads were still filled with caution. His blue eyes skimmed their vision across the scenery, absorbing the fine details of each patch of grass, the smallest of pebbles and the stay each stalk made against the cool breeze. The stores and houses were somewhat similar to the homes on Jubith -- Though most homes there always had a coral garden theme. These didn't have that. They were plain... lifeless.

'Ey, you kid.'

This is Aiolus, aka Aio, bka Windybuttcheek, cka Fart.