Do what they think that they must

Anyones welcome to jump on board here, just toying with May's personality a bit, results may vary

Yellow eyes rolled as the dark behemoth dragged himself along, his slow, deliberate trudging along between the undergrowth. Massive paws offering no regard to anything they fell on, sticks, leaves and insects alike being crushed under his weight. He headed in no particular direction or with any particular destination, low growls escaped the beast every few steps as his mind continued to press the insistent lies that someone, something; was watching, waiting.

A slow, quiet laugh escaped him between growls. Can't beat me now He growled in no particular direction. He moved towards a nearby tree and proceeded to use the wooden growth to scratch an apparent itch along the giants side. Stopping abruptly his cold yellow eyes darted around. Another quiet growl escaped. Who is it? he questioned the apparently empty soroundings.