Everything felt jagged. The edges all shattered, like glass that had been hit too hard, too often. The world was strange and he lived, walking through it with purpose. His family, his sire, forgotten, his mother a fading image and he remember her, his Gobeline and his son Dardanos in some bizarre haze.
It was hidden behind a shield, a protective barrier, and S’gath the shadow lived once more. He walked without purpose, marred with scarring of a life long fought against those who would have seen him fall for their own gain. He beat them down, smashing them into the earth when needed - most inflicted by others of his kind but some from those canines who had threatened his family.
No one threatened them and lived.
Blood had dripped and painted the rocks and trees by the time he had been done, theirs and his intermingling.
He was without purpose, beyond one single thought - a need to find and make his mark, and secure his position in this land. S’gath knew this world, having walked it before many years ago and then he had been a young, foolish creature. Now he was stronger, older and wiser, knowing there was more than his narrowminded desires of old.
So when he saw the bright figure with the dark head, standing alone in the cold and battered from life, his eye was drawn.
He walked to him.
“See anything interesting?” He asks in a deep and sombre voice, as his dark eyes watched closely.