“The trees... they can see us all through them...” His eyes frantically searched about the town as he muttered to himself in a panicked hush. His disposition leaked suspicion. His posture was hunched, his frame thin and age teetered between two and three decades of life within the ravaged lands of Earthland.
He had a bag in tow and made his way into a building. It was a total of four stories and despite its appearance, much like the other structures about it – time-weathered and shoddy – it did appear to be a place of work. Though, as he passed through the first level, a humble restaurant, he ventured upstairs. The upper levels appeared to be purposed for apartments.
He scrambled into his own and closed the door. As if overtaken by lunacy, he plunged his thumb into a vial of liquid. Red with the faint scent of metal, he began tracing runic symbols across a floor already riddled with them.
“They can't get to me – not now...” he rambled and all the while, a cat of black and white, rather large for the domesticated variety by comparison – it sat at the edge of this town looking rather... commonplace despite the somewhat odd fur pattern.Ankh Khonsu