Meadowlark Prairie you dream, some nights, of a labyrinth deep underground

He felt defeated, belittled and used.

He felt defeated, dumb and blind.

Kalganov should have known better than to help anyone. Maegi, Mou, the fiery captive. Redhawg. That was all he had left to remember and it tasted bitter in his mouth, he was consumed by fire at night. He paced the corners of his home where she should have been but...she was gone. For good most likely. He didn't blame her one bit but that didn't wash away the bitterness or kill the fire within him.

So he slipped out into a place where he wouldn't feel consumed by fast made memories. What he spotted was strange though. A build like nothing he had ever witnessed and it almost made him uncomfortable. So he stood out in the open, able to be seen as he watched the creature with sharp acid eyes.