Seconds. Minutes. Hours. All those denominators that could measure the flow of time meant nothing to the Fallen Tyrfing who continued on his way. The next town was still far in his projections and would probably be camping into the nearby forests once more. Well, Xenith did not mind as he favored the soothing lullabies of the outside world. Moreover, when the darkness would envelope all the travesties of such a mundane life. It was an act he welcomes in his own enthusiastic manner. In addition, he had satiated his thirst earlier so his sleep would be more pleasant than before. All in all, this
should be a peaceful evening for him.
Yet, a large surge of wind passed his way. It was not dangerous or cumbersome to face. Regardless, Xenith stopped in his tracks and let strong breeze ruffled his attire and hair. Along with such passing, it brought certain petals that reminded the Tyrfing of blood. The crimson shade was prominent under such a dark illumination and it was such a beautiful sight to his eyes that are most accustomed to the darkness of the night. Reaching out his hand, he had managed to catch a lone petal. It was breathtakingly red that only reminded him of a subtle stirring of thirst from within. It was even more ignited when the scent of fresh blood tainted the aroma of the flowers.
Senses were immediately attuned to his surroundings. Eyes of silver looked at the focal direction where such an enticing scent had come from. Xenith could feel the tug of the beast inside him. He inwardly cursed it for the seemingly endless hunger that it has for the liquid of life. It was during these times he often wondered why he was born in such a way. He in all situations was simply an abomination. A being that should never exist. In any case, his feet began moving towards the area where the faint smell of blood teasingly lingered.
Upon arrival, Xenith witnessed a rather disgusting scene. Despite the sad excuse of a garment, the old man can still be considered naked. The man should be trialed for the crimes of obscenity and fashion. Yet, his attention shifted soon enough to another figure whose blood was like sweet nectar to him. The source was a cut on the left arm of what he could identify as a boy. However, there was a certain feeling that this was not simply a human. In any case, the event transpiring was none of his concern. It would only be right for him to ignore and be on his way. However...
"Human, this is my meal. Scatter."
The old man who was grinning from ear to ear to his seemingly unsung victory now wore a horrified expression on his face. Xenith was now before him with his back facing the degenerate excuse for a human. The Tyrfing used his body as some kind of a support to the boy who was losing the battle for his consciousness. He looked at boy's condition and took in a subtle aroma of poison. It was all he needed to understand what has caused such a weak stupor against a fumbling human. Looking over his shoulder, those silver eyes seemed to glow in an ethereal manner. It was hypnotizing yet at the same time frightening.
Knowing that the large man before him was not someone of his kind, the old man carefully regarded his situation. Yet, the lure of greed was much strong than the call of logic.
"That Kitsune is mine! Hands off you bastard!"
Rushing towards Xenith, the Tyrfing could only inwardly sigh about the ridiculous decision the human had made. The blade which was coated with poison irritated him to a certain degree and before the point of contact could be made to his form, he thrust his free arm forward to the old man. It pierced the human's throat and blood flowed much like water rushing out from a broken floodgate. Such a gesture was not that hard provided by his long limb and in consideration to the rather smaller human. Retrieving his hand, he licked his bloody hand and even his claws that made the transition of piercing effective. As for the man, he tumbled in agony as he panicky covered the injury done to his throat. Yet, there was no resolution for that and soon he dropped to the ground. The fate to be the food to worms awaited him.
When the blood staining his hand was taken care of, Xenith turned his attention to the boy who was still leaning on him. He could chose to abandon him right here, a Kitsune like him could try to test the fates once more. The stories surrounding such an existence had been passed to the Tyrfing for quite a long time. Yet again...
"Troublesome."
It was the last word that left Xenith's lips as he carried the Kitsune over his shoulder much like a sack of potatoes. But before leaving the area, he went towards the now lifeless corpse of the human. Examining for any pockets, he found one and inside was a small vial for the antidote. It was common logic for those who used poisons to bring the drug that would counteract with the toxin in case of an event, where they could be harmed by their own trickery. After doing so, he took his leave with the Kitsune in tow.
The scent of blood still lingered and teased his senses. Xenith inwardly seethed at this. He would need to do something about the Kitsune's wound and to create a good distance from the field where the pungent odor of the human's blood now filling it. When that was done, he would need to find a good place to serve as a camp site. Regardless, this night was not as peaceful as he hoped it would be. As he walked away, the faint light of the moon occasionally covered by the dark clouds shone upon the two of them. As if knowing, a secret destiny the two would soon share.