- Jul 3, 2016
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A week, he'd been in these strange woods a week, found a cave to call home, hunted and survived. In that week he never once saw someone, never once seen evidence to indicate that sapient life existed here. So the shadow demon known as Vos was out and about, tracking prey. Standing upon a branch, his nose picking up the scents of the forest, when he picked up an unfamiliar one.
He didn't know what realm he was in, so he'd hoped to avoid exposure to anything, or anyone he didn't know, but curiosity won out. Soon he was moving towards the unfamiliar scent, from tree to tree, shadow to shadow.
Finally he'd spot the source of the scent, a child, looked human he supposed, he remained hidden in a shadow as he watched. They seemed to have their arm snared, a group wolves circling and moving in. In his home hell such a child would be told to survive, to kill the wolves these, but he wasn't in that hell anymore, and he no longer wished to live like that.
He'd move quickly, appearing from one of the wolves's shadow, he'd despatch it with a swipe of his blade. One of the animal's packmates would turn, leap at him, it'd find Vos's sword through its heart, though it's fangs did briefly sink into the shadow demon's arm. The remaining wolf would growl, but turn and back away into the forest.
Vos took a breath, his shadow sword vanishing as he turned to look at the small child. He'd look then over, "you should not be here," stepping to them he'd free their arm. "You hardly look like hunter," pulling a cloth from inside his cloak he'd begin to bind his own injury, "luck brought me to your aid, luck is almost never kind twice."
