The proximity of Gull had became a visage painted straight from Hell itself. Never had such a great amount of bwgan gathered together and worked in such an organized and constructive (yet terrifyingly so) manner. It was like a circle of the abyss had been transported to surround the town, trapping and condemning it. More surprising was the fact that the townspeople had yet to suffer any casualties. In this world, where meeting a bwgan usually meant dying, the notion of a town in which one had only to gaze out their window to spot at least ten of these hellish creatures in the distance was unfathomable. Certainly, there had to be a great power at work to keep their aggressive and murdering instincts from acting up on the poor civilians, who still failed to understand how they were still alive. So far, only one person had gathered the courage to try and break through the circle of bwgan and rumor had it he had been attacked during his escape. Whatever mysterious force controlling the creatures was, it obviously didn't intend to let the town free that easily.
Despite the organized circular path that the bwgan had followed around the town, there were still times when one of them would enter the urban area and even walk around the buildings for one reason or another (sometimes they took materials from the citizens, but they hadn't attacked them so far). At those times, the tension turned so dense it became hard to breathe and the weaker of heart would even fall to their knees and cry. Unfortunately, this would prove to be one of those dreadful days, as the figure of a tall man clad in dark grey skin and spikes protruding from his back had ventured in the center of the town. He carried two logs roughly three times his size on his back with as much effort as a normal person would display from carrying a teen pig, and his fully white eyes scanned the area with ominous apathy. Considering the creature already had materials for the tower on his self, one could only wonder what Ged, The Grey-skinned Bwgan, was seeking in the fear-filled Gull.
Suddenly noticing something that drew his attention, the High bwgan changed the direction of his path and dropped the large logs in front of a store. Unexpectedly, rather than destroying the place down, he gently opened the door and entered, even going through the trouble of trying not to damage the door with the dangerous-looking spikes on his back. Inside the store, three people, including the clerk, looked back at him from the ground with wide eyes and expressions that seemed the very picture of terror. Upon confirming his presence, one of the men lowered his head to the ground, covering it with his hands and crying in desperation; the other man simply kept staring at Ged, too afraid to say or do anything, while the store clerk was the only one who managed to remain on her feet, albeit completely frozen. The bwgan thought to himself that the reaction was only natural; in fact, most likely all of the townspeople were like this, hiding inside their houses until he decided to leave the village.
Completely ignoring the terror in their faces, Ged walked up to the counter with slow and calm steps, which only served to further enervate the shoppers. Once he was standing at less than a meter from the store clerk with only a wooden table separating them, she finally seemed to be snapping as the demon-like bwgan looked down on her with his white eyes. She still couldn't get her body to move, but her eyes began to shed tears and her expression suggested she might as well have seen a meteor falling on her. There was no way she could have seen the next instance coming. Again with vague movements, Ged reached to one of the sides of his garments and pulled out a bota bag, which he dropped on the counter in front of her.
"Fill this with honey... please", he ordered in a calm manner which only served to further confuse the clerk. It had been a long time since he talked to humans in a casual manner, so he had to force himself to remember to say 'please'.
There was no instantaneous response; the store clerk remained static, gazing at the leather bag as if she hadn't understood what to do with it. When she realized she was making him (a bwgan) wait, she quickly took the bota bag and disappear under the counter to look for the honey. The silence and tension remained even after Ged had received his honey-filled bag, paid for it, took the logs on his back again and left in the same way he had appeared.
This is why no other member of his species managed to understand him; Ged was such a whimsical and unpredictable creature that he sometimes would appear like a walking set of contradictions. Despite his actions, he actually disliked humans (in fact, the money he had used to pay for the honey was most likely from one of his victims), but to him that didn't mean he should massacre, rob and torment them without a reason. Even if that reason was something as meaningless as finding them annoying, so long as he had one that was enough, and that was what differentiated him from his siblings. True, it had earned him an infamous reputation even among his own species, but he was at a point in his life in which he was no longer willing to let his actions be dictated by a majority consisting of mindless beasts. Besides, not like it made any difference, but ever since the appearance of the Corrupted Solace and the moment he started hanging around her, the other Bwgan began to tone down their criticism towards him, as if they feared he would influence her. For his part, Ged didn't understand the reasoning behind that fear; he was well aware that, to the Corrupted Solace, he was simply another bwgan who happened to appear around her quite often. The time he had spent following her had only served to further confirm this time and again: regardless of a bwgan's shape, age, power or intelligence, they were all trained dogs to her eyes. The most any of them could hope to achieve was to be considered more useful than the rest, which was as pitiful as it sounded. However, that had been an established fact from the get-go to Ged, and he didn't care what rank he was given so long as he got to serve her. He had his own reasons, and even if the Corrupted Solace's mind distorted beyond recognition time and again until none of whatever sanity she had ever had was left, it would all be well so long as he could still follow her.
Nonetheless, he had to admit that it had gotten boring ever since they had arrived in Gull. All he and the vast majority of other bwgan did all day was transport construction materials from one place to another, all for a ritual that (evidently) none of them had been filled in about. He no longer got to wander aimlessly like always and, while he wouldn't change his situation, he no longer got to meet any interesting individuals anymore. Only a few of the bwgan there even had the ability to talk, and none had anything interesting to say. The only High bwgan in the tower aside from himself was Fray, who didn't seem to have a very developed mind (which wasn't unbecoming of her, considering she was nine years old) and usually rambling on about evil. As if something as basic as good or evil existed in a grey world like this one. He actually didn't mind her childish vision of the world nor the fact that calling herself 'evil' gave away how rotten she was on the inside, but he did find her lack of work in the tower annoying. Even at that moment, she was probably jumping around, eager to kill Solaces or anything while the rest of them built the tower. 'You'd think dogs would be good at finding sticks', he would usually think to himself while carrying the large logs to and from the tower. As entertaining as she could be for short-term conversations, when he imagined what it would be like to babysit her, he suddenly felt exhausted.
Now that he had been working for several hours, he was about to finish his daily amount of work and had earned a rest, so his main concern at that moment was on what to do next. He would probably be issued another job from the Corrupted Solace the moment he finished his work either way, though. As he pondered on exactly what to do once he dropped the logs in the tower, he opened the bota bag with his free hand and sipped on its contents. He grunted in a displeasing manner; the honey was far too sour. Lamenting that he hadn't bought sugar while he was still in town, he silently continued along his path.
