Blue gray black eye gleamed under burgundy cloth, piercing the distance from sparse wooden area missing the creepy crawlies and wholesome animals of life. The desolate promise of magical intervention and bare substance as a result, the history of a land, it’s people broken down in a single tree lucky to have survived such torment and rape of land. The soot floor beneath the figures soft padded leather feeling of dead soil and strained nature, feeling the pain she felt, the calling of the wind to resurrect beauty and promise. Time heals, newborn bushes of yellow green coloring will flourish and trees will spring from the ground in delight, drinking sun rays, filling themselves with supplement.
The single eye moved from foliage to trails of unknown creatures, most ruthless unfeeling entities of the night and darkness. A whisper of death felt comforting and the figure proceeded through these trails among nature, coming upon a makeshift cottage, rather large and primitive of structure.
“Hail!” a serene voice called, handsome and comforting, the way of creatures to lull their supper into a humble stupor. The blue gray eye inspected the rotting vegetables in a dirt patch a few meters to the left of it’s structure, the right holding a wooden, gated crop of corn, one of the few persisting sources of food such a decimated land had to offer, little would grow without the help of magic, this fellow had succeeded, evidently.
A figure staggered from a doorway behind the horribly made structure, he could hear the man of short burley nature hobble back and forth in a subtle struggle to gain control of movements, and the fat mans breath battled against self to suck in the life stuff of air, with more than little trouble. Voice impatiently demanding, “Hail man, what business does ye have wit meh?” stopping his waddle more than a few meters from him, closer to his own doorway, scared and cautious.
The pudgy fellow recognized the one eyed figure, at least in essence, and turned to waddle back into his stingy residence. “I havin no part of you there!”
The robe wearing beautiful creature persisted in a hail and strode the distance between the two, hand coveting it’s doorway before the fellow could enter his domain. “Words, are all I require…” the one eyed figure exclaimed, kind and gentle.
The pudgy mans breathing quickened and his eyes grew wider, answering in a stuttering tone “I-eh-uh-gah-ar-aar-alright.” Ducking beneath the figures outstretched arm, feather like tattooing adorning a glow like skin.
The inside of the small mans house proved unbalanced compared to his land, hinting to wealth, possible hidden in a chest or closet. Fine polished wood decorated the whole inside, of expensive quality, tables, chairs, even a luxurious sofa sat about his less than humble abode.
“Mind the mess, I uhm, don’t be gettin out much…” he waddled and stashed figurines lying about his living table, tucking trinkets into his pouches within a bloody apron he wore. The fellow sweat like a roasting piggy, beads beading from brow and nose, he wiped with the apron streaking red stuff over his face.
The stench disagreed with the one eyed figure.
“Who be yee man, comin to my home, an, intimidating meh so.” He chuckled as if to imply a joke.
“I am Stojan.” Not amused.