Hidden in the Unknown

Czernobog thought himself a bit of a foolish liar at this point. 'I'll turn back soon' he'd told himself, and yet he had continued exploring through south, east and west. Shaking his large head, the brute chuckled ruefully at his own naiveté. Of course he would wander till his paws fell off, it was the damn nomad gene acting up again. He should have learned his lesson by now. If he didn't make himself turn around, he'd explore forever out of habit.

Before the rain came, he'd partially circled the Oasis, wondering if it was real or a mirage. It wasn't disappearing... As water fell form the heavens, his suspicions were confirmed. In all honesty he wasn't sure if he wanted to go there though. He wasn't too tired or thirsty- and just like that his stomach rumbled to crush his dreams of heading off on his merry way. Fine, then, food it was. Peering around with glittering gold eyes, the man approached. The rain was smugding his paint as usual, fading it in places as he trudged through the sand at an easy walk. No rush, right?

He was closing in on the oasis when he finally spotted the other male. Czern flicked a dark ear, debating striking up a conversation. He hadn't smelled prey yet, but if this guy had, perhaps they could work together and spit the spoils? Scraggly tail twitched thoughtfully.