s h r y k o s
and there's a madness that's just coursing right through me
He knows not of the changes wrought through the lands - all he knows is that he is here.
He has fallen prey to his own tendencies these past years, becoming little more than a lethal hunter throughout the lands. Never had he called a territory home, and so there was never any home - or family, he supposes - to miss. He knows he has a father and a sister, but once he had given himself up his more reptilian side, even they faded from his mind; forgotten like kingdoms and territories of old.
Shrykos isn’t sure what rouses him from his sleep, but perhaps it is the brightness in the middle of the night, illuminating the world around him as if it were midday. With a snarl on his draconic lips, he rises to his feet, the earth peeling away under his talons like flesh from bone. He stretches, blinking sleep from his eyes, and smells the blood before he turns the corner and finds himself before a lake shimmering with starlight.
It takes but a moment for his eyes to fall upon the bodies before the water, and hunger gnaws at him as he takes in the sight before him. Blood stains the water to near-black and he stalks toward the ruins of the two horses, focused on nothing but the seemingly free meal.
The bodies are pushed further from the lapping waves by a force Shrykos hadn’t noticed until that moment, and he pauses as he fully takes in the scene and the sprites darting about. As if satisfied that Shrykos has pulled his attention from the bodies, the sprites churn together suddenly, forming what can only be described as a portal, a curtain to somewhere else. Eyes narrowed, he moves towards it, the free meal forgotten as curiosity calls to him.
There is nothing for him to lose, he supposes, as he nudges his way through the gateway.