Herbalists' Cache lamb to the slaughter

@Vivian :)

 

The leviathan roams southeast, carrying with him the bittersweet burden of being required to return when he was done. An outlier at heart, Vaati had been the most content he had ever truly been when he simply travelled, moving on from place to place without ever having to face reprecautions. Of course, he had returned for a reason -- being without focus had become stale and he knew that. But yet, the man had been free to kill as he liked. He could not do so now without running the risk of war, for if he was to wreak havoc on the scale he had done before, there would be a price to pay. Irked him, drove him mad in silence as he lived without the adrenaline rush of inflicting pain and prolonging the suffering of others at his own claw, at his own discretion. Neither could he deny that there was a whispering voice within, beckoning him closer to tell him things his subconscious wanted to hear. It relayed to him that picking up old ways would be of no consequence to anyone, if he played his cards right. Vaati almost begins to listen. 

Trudging on into no-mans land, he does not expect to encounter anyone. His coat blends well enough into the landscape if one does not look too closely, otherwise, the clash of his scars indicate that something dangerous looms on the horizon.