A good hunter knows restraint.

It let out an annoyed grunt as It finished deciding. Just because It was in a new place doesn't mean it should throw away the rules It lived by. It took a deep breath before drawing the sword from the ground and leaving the ruin. Those four would have been good prey, yes, but It needed to be disciplined. If It was to live the life It wished, It had to know restraint, It had to know when and how to hunt. Now what not the time, for It did not know how.

Heaving the greatsword up, It inspected Its new weapon. The blade was most certainly unique, it had one side that was almost perfectly straight, being the sharpened side. The other curved inwards at the bottom before changing directions halfway up to whing out, creating a form of spike on the back. The top of the blade was almost flat, being ever so slightly curved with the inside facing the handle. The handle itself was mostly plain, a bit ornate but no gems or ornaments aside from shapes formed in the metal.

It was very critical of the weapon. The sword seemed good enough, but Its weapon of choice had always been the crossbow. With a crossbow, ammunition was easier to make, maintenance was simple, and you didn't have to sharpen it. This sword, however, gave it a feeling that it would not have to be fixed and sharpened. For some reason It knew the weapon was durable and did not dull. It nodded at the sword approvingly, satisfied with it. After all, It felt like It was carrying a giant cleaver, which was a fun sensation.

It let out a large breath that echoed in Its helmet before It began to leave. Walking to the edge of the clearing, It found a path in the direction the four humans had come from. Deciding this path would lead to either a good location or good prey, It started to travel down it. While walking, It noticed that It made an unreasonable low amount of noise, especially for someone in armor. It was capable of making more noise if It made the effort to, but while simply walking It was as if It was tiptoeing. It decided to accept this fact, It would gain nothing from questioning Its newfound stealth, and had much to gain by using this ability.

It walked down the pathway for a very long time, no events getting Its attention. It did not grow bored, It was used to long treks in the woods, this was a welcome return to Its environment after being stuck in those structures the last humans had trapped it in for so long. It loathed those humans, they acted so self gratifyingly, while being such hypocrites. They punished It for killing humans, by killing It, who was a human. By Its understanding of their laws, all of them should have to be **** into that vile room now, and then the ones who **** them in must be **** in themselves.

It was not that It disliked them for killing It, It understood the right of the strong to kill the weak. It despised them for acting like they were better than It in the way they went about killing It. They chained It up and **** It to sit in a room while they talked about It killing Its prey. It didn't understand why they did that, where they trying to give it some memory jog of Its huntings before they killed It? The other thing that angered It about them was that the ones who killed It weren't the strong ones. It would have had a much happier **** if the ones wearing the outfit of the hunters that had captured It were the ones to kill It, but instead the human who killed them was one of the frail looking ones, in an outfit similar to the one Father used to wear often.

After It snapped out of Its inner rant of annoyance, It noticed the sunlight turning orange. Night was coming, and It knew that no matter where you are, night is very rarely safer than day. It stepped to the side of the road, and began setting up a makeshift shelter in an area that was on the other side of heavy foliage from the path. After getting a structure set up that was good enough, It decided to lay a trap on the pathway. It was a simple snare, nothing complicated, and one that relied on accidental encountering as It did not gave any bait.

It settled down within Its shelter as the sunlight faded. It did not care if It didn't need to sleep, there was no reason to risk traveling at night in a land It did not know. While resting, It found Itself capable of a dream like state, though It was still aware of Its surroundings. It allowed Itself to lay back and somewhat relax while waiting for the night to pass.

Once it was well into Its rest, It began to think about what It would do with this newfound life. It had no reason to live any differently, yet It also had no reason to live the same. It could choose a very different path for Itself if It so wished, but deep down, It knew It didn't wish for that. While It was a respectful and worthy hunter, It knew It delighted in the hunt. There was nothing wrong with that, of course, It simply knew that It could not live like the others had. This, was far more home than any building built of rock and metal could be.

It was snapped out of Its thoughts when It heard a noise pierce through the night. It readied Itself, preparing for any dangers It may face.