Life is full of uncertainty. In the midst of crowded people, you could find yourself, all alone, manifesting. The solitude of oneself could help him conquer the world. He can become powerful like a Phoenix or become like a wild dog. The choice is up to him, if decides on either one of them, he would end up somewhere. it's just a coin. Whether you choose head or tail, one side had to win.
The forest was roaring from its heart. The weather was chilly, bestowing a cold impact on Loki's weak body. The tingling lion that has stopped completely was carried by the person who hunted it. Loki was also holding up something. An unconscious body, A body of a white-skinned old man although he took a cart to carry him. The hunter brought a cart to transmit his prey but to help Loki he had given up that cart and was carrying his prey on his shoulder.
"You should be thankful that I have given you the cart to hold that weak man."
"Should I? Wait a second, Do you happen to have a disease that can be cured if you have been thanked in every hour?" Loki leaned forward to get his answer.
"That's rude," The hunter said with a bit of sarcasm. "Even if I have something like that, I wouldn't go to you for help. Helping you people has become a complete loss for me."
Hunter was not getting too much friendly with Loki. Perhaps it's his character that made Loki dislike him.
"How long have you been living here?" A rather simple question.
"Well... Let ms calculate. If you took the earlier days then it would be most likely five years although I had gone out here and there. "
"So, you don't permanently leave here?" Loki asked curiously. People are curious beings.
"Who would want to leave permanently here? They would be a fool."
Hearing that a certain memory flashed before Loki's eyes. "...Saliva.." He mumbled with a pause. For some people, the forest is a place to live and for some, it is a hunting ground. The hunter uses it as their hunting ground.
"So, you made a house here?" Loki asked.
"Nah, There's something like a secret base. It looks super spooky." He said with a weird expression.
"How long I have to walk? Wasn't it supposed to be near?" Loki snapped.
"Huh? Just walk, A mile or so left." Loki didn't know what to do. He felt a bit suspicious. He slowly held on to his pocket. The gun was right in his pocket. If that so-called Hunter did anything, he would go in 'bang' mode.
The forest was wet due to the rain. The dry leaves laid on the ground weren't dry anymore. It was enclosed with mud. Loki stepped onto them making his way forward. His eyes stared only at that Hunter. He was too conscious of him that he didn't even blink, if he blinks anything could happen. It's a matter of life and death.
"The house doesn't exist," Loki said with an unwavering tone.