Thinking back to home was a strange feeling when you didn't know if "home" even existed anymore. There was much that God could have done when that portal opened sucking those select few into this new world while leaving the rest to god only knows what fate. It wasn't that he really cared much about those who had been left behind per say, it was more on the fact that nothing about it was controlled. There was nothing that he could do to change things or return it to their former status, essentially he was useless to battle the forces at play and he was not liking it one bit. How could someone conquer a battle when there was no even playing field? These gods had magic well beyond anything he had ever seen before what other tricks did they have up their sleeves? The whole thought process was maddening and any solution that existed was well beyond their reach so how did they solve this dilemma?

Stopping briefly as his shoulder spasmed in pain he gritted his teeth together until the sensation died down. Whatever was in that stupid jerk's blood was causing damage despite the acid being gone! While it appeared to be slowly healing it still felt as if it had just occurred yesterday. Resisting the urge to tear at the wound further with his teeth he could only bear it by pushing himself onwards and trying to forget about the pain. It was damn near impossible when burns covered almost half your body but if he had managed to get this far there was no way he was going to let that bear win! Not now, not after they had slain his ass and those he tortured were free. Grunting with determination he powered on not knowing where the hell he was going but he was so beyond that at this point.

Each step was painful but the stag continued along refusing to show weakness or disability to any of those who may be watching. A rustling of grass halted the stallion drawing his ears forward and head to attention as he scanned the surrounding area for causes. Bicoloured optics narrowed as a strange looking white patch seemed to shudder and what sounded to be a sob was drawn from it. Some kind of monster? Back home it would have been likely but here? Boldly taking a number of steps forward he managed to make out the shape of a woman laying within the grass. What in the hell was with the strange inhabitants here? "Um.. excuse me.. but from where I come from laying in the middle of a field ain't exactly a smart choice." Refraining from explaining the numerous reasons he could only watch in wonder as black goop fell from the girl's eyes. "Well unless you wish to be eaten by god only knows what." Maybe he wasn't wrong in questioning if this was a monster?

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