Ember glow from the rays of the sun peaked in through the makeshift den he used for the night. Though he hadn't been in these lands for too long, perhaps a week or two, he couldn't really remember time- much less some of the faces he'd known back home. Albeit, this place held a certain heavenly wonder to it. As the last ounce of darkness slowly began to be snuffed out by the great light itself, he couldn't help but shake a certain feeling about things.
Whether he was in an afterlife, a new life entirely; he did know one thing for certain: he had escaped that hellish place, the tyrannical leader he once took orders from. His heart leapt at the thought as he chuckled to himself. He prayed that he'd never have to see him and his ugly mug again. The amount of lives that were taken just for power... For 'progress' as his dear leader so 'kindly' put it... It was a shame to say the least. A lot of lives being innocent, that didn't do anything to him. But his hunger and cravings for power and domination became too great, and Magen wasn't going to sit idly by and watch things spiral out of control like before... He couldn't... Not again...
His ears flicked to the sudden sound of movement within the brush. The leaves rustling caused him to be on alert; his tired and focused expression never wavering as his ears perked up to full attention. As far as the brute knew he was alone; but again just when he thought he had some answers, some time to himself and reminensce about 'old times', life threw another surprise at him. His keen gaze watched the brush with interest.
"I heard you moving around... Show yourself."
His tone controlled, calm, hackles never raising as if he had the whole situation under control. Did he? Magen wasn't so sure but he wasn't about to let the stranger that waltzed in on, somewhat unannounced, know that. Regardless, what did he have to lose anyways? He was alone, tired, and like everyone else here, he assumed, trying to find a new purpose in this life for himself.
Whether he was in an afterlife, a new life entirely; he did know one thing for certain: he had escaped that hellish place, the tyrannical leader he once took orders from. His heart leapt at the thought as he chuckled to himself. He prayed that he'd never have to see him and his ugly mug again. The amount of lives that were taken just for power... For 'progress' as his dear leader so 'kindly' put it... It was a shame to say the least. A lot of lives being innocent, that didn't do anything to him. But his hunger and cravings for power and domination became too great, and Magen wasn't going to sit idly by and watch things spiral out of control like before... He couldn't... Not again...
His ears flicked to the sudden sound of movement within the brush. The leaves rustling caused him to be on alert; his tired and focused expression never wavering as his ears perked up to full attention. As far as the brute knew he was alone; but again just when he thought he had some answers, some time to himself and reminensce about 'old times', life threw another surprise at him. His keen gaze watched the brush with interest.
"I heard you moving around... Show yourself."