@bloodytortures
The air was crisp and the smell of more was all that greeted him as he walked the soil once again, golden yellow eyes scanning the area as hands twitched, nails digging into the decaying bark of tree’s. He could smell him, and it was driving every single little part of his body into overdrive, wanting nothing more than to track him down and slam him against a wall, and dare to ask him why he had been gone for so long but he’d wait. Instead the god pacing himself, making his way towards the humble abode.













