[AW] The Gods are dead and we are all that remains

[Jarek]

JAREK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the frayed, we are the torn We are the beaten and the scorned And now you’ve forced the beast to bare its teeth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Standing in the shadows of a tree he watched the other creature suffering. Walking as though the troubles of this place had sipped his life from him. He seemed to shamble onwards, head hanging low and hooves dragging with each movement. The creature had seen battles before, he could see scars across his flesh. Perhaps this one would be of use. He would need allies in this world. This vulnerability may make this stallion easier to recruit.  He watched the other stop and talk in a language he could not understand. This was something he hadn’t calculated. What if this creature didn’t speak any reasonable languages? It would all be a wasted effort. Perhaps the stallion could tell him more about this place he had journeyed to. It had been a long and challenging trek to the plains. He stepped from the shadows, his breath visible in soft huffs. Blue icy eyes focused on the stallion as Jarek aimed to close the gap between them a little. “Hello Stranger, You appear to have seen better days. Are you ok?” He said smoothly with a friendly demeanor.  He channeled inner calm, attempting to quell building anxiety that he would not be understood. “I am Jarek.” he added softly. He left some distance between them in an attempt to lessen the intimidation of being approached whilst seemingly wounded in the dark. His ears remained pointed, focused on the other creature listening for a reply. He was unsure what the natural inhabitants of his land would be like. He hoped that soon the old desert gods would recommence their discussion with him. They had previously helped guide him here. But since his arrival they had been surprisingly absent. He was sure that this discovery would please them, that he was in the right place. However they remained silent. Perhaps it was that they were finished with him, that he had arrived and now it was in his discretion how he completed their goals and desires. The memory of their hunger still gnawed at his insides. OOC: <3 Poor Mannon