Agate's brow creased as he uncomfortably moved away from the cold slithering thing around his arm, slowly realising something. His eyes opened wide awake in shock as he grasped the cold, blue hands snaking around his arm. Sitting up in high alert, his usual amber eyes turned bright golden, as he calmly glanced back at the thing he had caught. The long, elastic limb, paired with a slender, faceless figure, now trembled, feeling the chilling air around it. Despite the aching feeling around his chest, he refused to sweat a bit, instead focusing on his prey.
Prey? This question echoed subtly in his subconsciousness, as he very naturally started to absorb the cold energy emitting from the faceless, which could not even scream in agony or protest against him before dissipating slowly as its last bit of energy was drained from it.
Only after that, Agate seemed to have gotten back his reasoning as he blankly looked at his surroundings. Confused, he tried to stand up from the hard ground where he had lain his bedding before, but quickly stopped his action, as he hissed in pain.
He looked down at his reopened wound, dark red blood slowly oozing out from the gaps of poorly wrapped bandages, and then the reality dawned on him. He had been exiled, almost killed by his own father.
He chuckled slowly, while self-depreciatingly thinking to himself, Good, now he had only himself to defend from what his fate still had stored for him.
He slowly reached out to the straps of his side bag, taking out the last bit of the bandage, roughly patching up his wound again.
After taking care of his wound, did he manage to remember again about the previous incident. What was that thing? How did he manage to absorb it into nothing? He was confused and, most importantly, could not figure out where he was.
The surroundings were dead silent and dark, despite it hardly being nighttime. He remembered leaving Aisling yesterday, then what? What happened in between? How did he end up here?
Where is this place? It was as if there was no living soul far, far from here except him, even the house looked dilapidated, like shabby sheds, not only the place where he had woken up, but the sparse buildings were all low-rise buildings, so that each of them looked as if it could tumble down in a strong wind.
Cautiously, he looked around; he could not catch a glimpse of another shadow around him, not even the faceless thing which had approached him.
All he could think was how weird this place was. It gave him an unsettling amount of reassurance, which was not a good thing. This was a totally new environment for him, so how could he make the mistake of letting his guard down? But there was something oddly harmonious about this place's energy and him; it was too comforting here.