Blackfeather Woods you're a mercurial man john

maaaaybe @Kotake?

He wakes up to white-hot agony striking his face, knowing exactly what causes it. The gash has reopened once again, and he sniffs about his current den for the herbs his mother prescribed to him for the pain. Without it, he has never felt something more excruciatingly painful and dulling out the pain to a bearable level has been his routine since the blemish occurred. It has made him weak, in a sense, but it has not slowed him from conducting business per usual. What he means is, it will not stop him from exacting the revenge that is due to the three women who opposed him that day, regardless of any theory that he is broken; he is not. The gash itself oozes out a blood-filled pus, the result of a tamed infection that he can only wait out its course. He is yet to explain to many exactly how he earned the crack in his visage, but yet, he is hesitant to do so. He would not even boast pride over defeating Rannoch; it was a mistake he paid for and was unwilling to recount in full. What mattered now was to simply wait, wait for what the Three Fates had next. He is sure that with diligence, Hydra (though he does not know her name) would be able to find his home, and that is what concerned him. There were those he cared for within the dark woods, those who he insists will not be touched by the bounty set out on him alone. But he knows simply wishing they will not return for what is left of him does nothing to stop them, and so he prepares himself, promising that this next time, he will not be bested upon his own borders. They will have to dare to enter the dark woods if they wish for a fight, and if they are stupid enough to do so, the advantage will be at his hand.