Haunted Wood I dont give a f*ck what anyone thinks of me

They waste energy to hunt. We eat. We heal. Then, we hunt them. Those were the words that kept him tied down to earth. So simple and blunt and yet so promising. One day Orochi would be back to full health and on that day he would make Valour pay. But that day wasn't today. Patience was what he needed now. That and control. It was hard, but the dragon was able to keep himself under control for now.

I came here to eat, he snapped, I didn't even know you were here. Come to think of it, why was he here? Why wasn't he back at Shadewood. Orochi's blood boiled at the thought. Here he was begging to be back at that familiar forest and Valour was way down here running with a bunch of airheads. It was suiting for him he supposed.