Exhausted mentally from weeks worth of traveling and tracking, Varus was relieved to at least be on Ionian land once more. He breathed a slow sigh to empty his lungs and cast his pale gaze over the familiar lands as he traversed. There was some distance still, until he would be in the sanctuary of his ruined village, but at least Ionia was beautiful and peaceful. Not filled with bloodthirsty monsters that liked to claim themselves human.
His movements were graceful, fluid as he made his way through the land, in search of home. He was relaxed, his bow nowhere to be seen on his person for the moment, comfortably resting within his hand where he could coalesce it at will. It was unneeded for the moment.
A strange noise fell upon his ears, the clear sound of something slinking through the wooded area. He turned towards the sound, his stance lowering. Amid the trees, his pallor stood out, but he did not fear whatever might be lurking among the trees. It didn’t sound like an animal, though. The sound was too measured, too even, not the scampering rustle or lumbering steps of a creature. Whether this stranger was friend or foe, was yet to be determined as he couldn’t see them amid the varied colors of flora about him.
He thought he saw a glimpse of vibrant scarlet.
“If you’re here to try to kill me, you may as well show yourself. If you’re not here to kill me, then I’d still prefer you to reveal yourself. It makes a man rather reactive to have something stalking around that he can’t see. I don’t want to end up putting an arrow through you if you have no ill intent.”
And are not a filthy Noxian.