The blood from his hand dripped down and splattered on the ground. Unlike the blood from sheep and cows his blood splattered in a pattern moved and formed a single pool.
And as quickly as it formed that the ground sucked it much more quickly. A frown formed on Xior's face as his blood was sucked quicker than other blood. Was it because he was a human?
He thought as the cut on his palm closed and the ground became dry as if his blood never dropped on it.
He sat on a rock formation which felt as if it was carved that way and used as a place to sit. He was currently on the opposite side of the mountain, in front of him was a small patch of grass and after that was a beach which stretched to each side connecting with the main one.
Xior got up from it and walked towards the beach, the waves crashing against the sand slowly. It was peaceful, finally.
On the sea the water felt as if it rejected them, the waves rose to devour them and threw things at them one after the other.
