Xing's head lulled back and forth, nodding to an unmarked rhythm that drifted through his head. He had been in the library for quite some time now, taking up to reading whatever sparked his interest during the time he was spending in the large book-filled room. Currently Xing had been caught in a book on ancient folklore, werewolves to be exact, which was a tad ironic for him being in the situation that he was currently in. The literature amused him with the faulty stories and myths that lined it. None of the pages were actually accurate in describing a werewolf's behavior and such, which added to his petty enjoyment. Yes, Xing /had/ been enjoying the book, but now, it was dragging on with a boring monotony, causing him to start drifting off into a light slumber.