[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Late Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Near the River Kingdom
[b]Interaction with:[/b] O'Ner[sub][@Eviledd1984][/sub], Umber[sub][@FunnyGuy][/sub], Jack[sub][@Alivefalling][/sub] and Azriel[sub][@Tae][/sub][hr]Xenelith paused rather reluctantly for O’Ner. He was anxiously walking around the pyre he built. Fire already burned on a torch in his hand, ignited by the firepit. [b]“You won’t find anything. I’ve been thorough.”[/b] He said, trying to convince O’Ner to leave the home so he could reduce it to cinders. The longer they had to wait, the more something with Xenelith wanted him to not just burn the house. The whole forest should be consumed. Rotted and burned. Leaving the fertile fields for Dakka to cultivate. He suppressed it for now. Luckily both O’Ner and Xenelith’s attention was diverted by Jack’s arrival. All his comrades seemed to be on edge by his presence. Even his own pets were on guard. Xenelith was not. Though before he spoke he tossed the torch inside the house. The oil he had gathered from lamps and what not instantly ignited. Carrying the flame across the pyre and even to the walls.

Then his attention came back to Jack. Only now did Xenelith notice the corpse he was carrying. It was mangled horribly. A killer already? That was useful. So few people had a stomach for murder. Most found it to be an acquired taste and Xenelith had no time to teach. [b]“One dead human already. Impressive.”[/b] The calm words of Xenelith soothed his beasts. Ferra, who stood over Jean with her claws extended, ready to charge and pounce, settled down onto her snack again. The wolves who bolted for the shadows and had secretly surrounded Jack slowly trot back into the clearing. Though they kept their distance from Jack. [b]“Tell me, how many have you killed before?”[/b]