i know nothing - kratos/any

[Aneku]

The frosty ground was crisp underfoot, leaving the harsh crack and hiss burning into the fire one's ears. It had taken days for him for walk the Tundra, days for him to watch, to listen. Aneku was very much a surveyor of sorts. He listened, he watched. Cold, black eyes an endless oblivion that took hold of each and every thing. A sparse little bit of tree that he took to munching on aimlessly. The twigs rough against his tongue, gave him little sustenance but gave him the need to chew. For a sharp instant he had flashes of his past. The twigs were tough, rough against his tongue, sharp against his tender mouth. It reminded him very little of the flesh of life, but also reminded him immensely of the need to chew, but no need for hunger. His hunger was a different sort. The chestnut steed was ambling, but popping here, popping up there. Teleportation gave a little snap to walking the Tundra. He'd see an incline, a sheet of ice, he saw a bush with tasty looking berries, his dark mind may not have registered, but he popped up there, like a flame he dazzled in the white backdrop, but like a shadow he lurked, silent, unmoving. A watchful golem, keeping an eye on the boundaries of a land he knew very little about, but he joined. He was still in minds what to do; he'd popped up at the meeting, listened and spoke little, but he was growing to enjoy the cold touch of the eternal winterland. Perhaps he would join, become a brother properly. Perhaps not. he too was in many minds, all he knew wha he wanted, was to gather knowledge. knowledge was power and could vanquish many things. Aneku was planning on vanquishing something in his lifetime, what that was, he didn't know, yet. but for now, he would vanquish the need to accompany a stranger, a stranger that looked as out of place in this wintry wonderland as he, and who looked as though a torn mind was a new fashion accessory to wear. The chestnut popped in front of him, a cloud of fire and flame, a dark shadow burning underneath his eyes. He studied the young man, with a curious gaze, a long, deliberating scrutiny, sort of like a predator eyeing up whether or not they were hungry, or whether or not they just wanted the thrill of the hunt. For now it was neither. "You look out of place." his words were a baritone, low, deep. his dark eyes remained ever watchful on the dark coloured stallion infront of him. Dead eyes may look out of a dark, eternally damned soul, but there was a small cinder burning from dying embers within. Soon. Soon he would find out the things he was after, but for now he would bide the eternal thing that everyone was trying to escape. to conquer. Time. "Lost?" the demon breathed a fiery breath, and let the first slighter of emotion touch his vacant facade, a smirk. carnage x jinca • teleportation • death god of The Tundra

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