Thunder Dome abandoned—a legion of dust

the grey hellhound ventures south still, rooting and traversing his way to teekon's heart. it's his favorite part of any kill, it's where the strength lies and he applies this thought process to these lands. the behemoth is in no real hurry though. no, he takes his time, exploring the wilds at his own pace. winter is a demanding mistress, no doubt, pushing him through his paces without mercy but he is well adapted at taking care of himself and surviving. against the odds he and saul had survived circumstances that had seemed impossible growing up. harsh conditions made for harsher men and karn is cut from the cloth of nightmares. where parents would have instilled morals to guide him in life karn was left to develop without that compass ...and if he does have one it is certainly too broken to be used.

there is a shiver of heat, the shiver of electricity along the tendrils at his nape and the sharp zap of lightning as it races up to the sky. it blinds karn for a moment as he makes his way towards the space betwixt emberflame ridge and thunder dome, frowning at the smoldering tree that had taken the bolt for him. he'd seen a few like it throughout the forest of the ridge and seeks shelter in a yawning cave mouth, side-stepping the stalagmites that guard it's entrance like the fearsome teeth of some ancient and brutal beast.