Silently he padded his way through the ruined lands and yet his eyes lit up with wonder and curiosity and the twisted beauty of the place that surrounded him. Despite all his wanderings he had truly believed that the lands changed little; that everything was the same thing repeated, just those that lived there changed. But the scared lands he walked, burnt, ruined and desperately trying to rebuild themselves once more stood out in stark contrast to everywhere he'd been and especially the place he had begrudgingly grown to call home.

Maybe it was because so much had been lost or maybe it was the smell of burning and death that still seemed to linger in the air, whatever the reason Buck had refused to follow him from Anathema to these dead lands and so he'd left the stallion behind; it didn't worry him to leave the thoroughbred on his own, for he knew the stallion would throw anyone but him off, would find his way home is stolen or run like hell if something threatened him. His shoulders raised as he breathed out a near silent sigh, the absent of his only true, trustworthy companion was painful, the horses absence made him fell strangely on edge as if disaster was due to befall him at any given moment.

Before separating with Buck the young Nishant had removed currently empty shoulder bag and brought it along with him, for he knew whenever he wondered such a place of interest, objects of interest would soon end up in his hands unintentionally. Or was it? The lad had made a point to steal from others before so maybe it was an engraved instinct to take what he likes, but then the times he'd stolen things of no value or all that interest to him flittered through his mind... on such occasions he hadn't even realised he'd done it and upon looking at the object he felt no attachment to it. It wasn't like him to internally cant about the moral values of theft and whether he was right or wrong, whether his actions intentional or not but with the grey, almost dead looking sky cast above his head and the burnt ruined buildings surrounding him it seemed as if there was nothing else for him to do.

Stepping forward something hard crumbled beneath his oversized paw drawing green eyes downwards in surprise, his body flinching and tensing slightly as if a monster would jump out and get him at any second. Breath quickly and sharply he remained there frozen until enough time had passed that he had convinced himself that no one was going to jump out and get him. A nervous laugh escaped his lips, a grey coloured hand gingerly pushed stray strands of hair away from his face as he stepped back and crouched down to examine what he'd stepped on. From first glance it looked like some kind of tooth but where the dirt and fires hadn't tarnished, shimmers of shiny silver metal could be seen. Reaching out he hesitantly picked it up, rolling it between padded fingers as he mused about it's weight and what it was made of; clearly some metal, but what purpose would a metal canine tooth be and why was it in some human ruins?

Curiosity burned brightly within him, the tooth like object a mystery to the young lad and without a seconds thought he dropped it into his bag with the intention to ponder and solve the puzzle of the tooth-thing when he returned home. With a groan he stood up, stretching his legs quickly and then continuing on his way, eyeing up the destruction that surrounded him with more attention now. Not that he expected to find anything of value or beneficial use within the dead city, for clearly it had been plundered and emptied many times before and then the fire would no doubt have ruined anything of use.

Roughly two hours later or what the white boy guessed was about the length of time, he had made his way into the heart of the place, surrounded by brick and metal building remains. Human construction seemed so strange, impossible in some cases and yet cities such as these simply proved of the humans once greatness and capability of construction. Picking his way carefully he wondered over to the front of what appeared to have been a domestic house at some point or so he guessed; the second floor had caved in, taking some of the lower levels walls with it and from a glance he could see within was nothing more then fallen brick and other such debris; the front of the building seemed to be in better quality than the back he also noted. Standing before where the door had most probably once been and staring into the building he stepped forward without checking his footing; a foolish pup move that he knew better than to do. But nonetheless, his paw slipped and he blindly reached for the remains of the wall for support. Pale hands grasped the rough brick and he managed to just about prevent himself from falling over. Remaining deathly still for a tense moment he waited for everything to come crumbling down but there was nothing but silence. A nervous smile broke into his expression, a breath he had unknowingly held eased it's way from him and his tensed muscles began to relax; that's when the crumbling and cracking sounds started.

Heart hammering he jumped back, not caring where he stood, simply fixated upon the task of getting away from whatever was about to happen, each step was clumsy and inevitably he eventually tripped, landing hard with a yelp, arms flung forward to protect his head as he awaited for the front of the house to collapse and crush him to death. For minutes he kept his defensive position upon the ground until his straining ears could hear nothing but silence, lowering his arms slightly he peered out nervously towards the building and then lowered his arms completely; a few bricks had fallen but overall it didn't seem as if it was going to fall upon him that instant.

A whimper escaped his throat and his arms fell limp at his sides, every part of him relaxed as he stared blankly at the house whilst he tried to calm his thundering heart. That was when he heard the laughter, the sound slick and grating upon his nerves; throaty, as if the voice was purring at the same time. Yet again fear struck him, his heart relocated to his throat, all thought draining from him as he fell into blind panic. Unable to contain both his whimpers and his shaking body he knew he looked pathetic, easy pickings to any hunter; he was prey, unarmed and too damn scared to do anything at that moment. Before him it emerged, as if it was part of the shadows cast in this dead place, a black form; it's darkness consuming and seemingly draining any light from the area around it. Bright yellow eyes stared at him and he couldn't help himself; he whimpered loudly and called up Mum, Aya, Al! his voice was barely a squeak but the dark thing heard him and laughed again, causing the lads shaking to increased further. He wanted to move, to run, but his body refused to cooperate, Somebody, please he begged, his voice even less audible then before.

The dark thing stepped closer again, it's movement eerily silent. Closing his eyes tightly he waited for it to jump out and finish him off. Counting the seconds he reached twenty and no strike came and so he opened one eye to see the thing sat down before him, staring at him was barely contained amusement. Only, the thing wasn't a thing; it was a very large cat. Well. Clearly you have nerves of steel there. Something we'll need to work on; aswell as common sense. Going near that building, smart move that was kid. like the laughter before, the cats voice was held that deep purring like note to it and it took the young hunter a moment to process the cats words. What are you? he finally managed to say. I'm A demon. the cats voice was laced with sarcasm and yet Ahiga simply blinked then stared nervously at the self proclaimed demon for a moment. Seriously, what do you think I am? Pups these days the cat shook it's head slightly as if disgusted, the actions unnatural looking to the boy. Understanding dawned on the cat that his joke was being taken a little to seriously. You're gullible too it observed.

The black cat sighed and raised to it's paws, stretching itself out, it's long dark tail curling with the movement. I'm your guide and i'd like to recommend we leave now before you cause more buildings to crumble. without waiting for the lads response the cat began to make it's way out of the area, leaving him with little choice but to follow behind. Since i'm assuming you're a little slow aswell, lemme make this clear. I'm a black Jaguar, you're spirit guide. Name's Lokni, nice to meetcha dumbly, the lad simply nodded in response, completely dumbfounded by the various events of the day. Ahiga, Ahiga Nishnat. Nice to meetcha his stole a glance at his new-found guide; the big black cat.