He had continued to travel around Arda, mostly lost in thought, overlooking the world that was about to enter in the war of wars. Light against Dark, Evil against Good... End of Days to Glory Days. He sighed, his light blonde hair whipping free of its tie and flying wildly around his face. The sand of the somewhat mild sandstorm seemed to fly everywhere around him, but never at him. He let out a groan and eased his tired, muscle fatigued body to the ground. He lay down on the sand and stared up to the sun, not a cloud in the sky. His eyes turned to deep pools of gold light as he began to slip back into heavy thought.

His lips moved but no words escaped his lips.

Famine could sense the presence of some one on his land. This cannot go unforgiven! Famine came up upon a man, who was lying in the hot sand. The rauko had left his warg at his faction territory, because of the wounds he had sustained earlier. Famine walked up to the man, readying himself for the kill.

He heard someone approach and closed his eyes quickly, when he opened them they were back to the same heavanly blue color of his earthly form.

He didn't move at all, not looking at the man who approached. "Please... just leave me to think..." he said softly, not ordering... more pleading. "I have alot on my mind, it would be great... please Sir..."

He continued to lay still.

The rauko heard the man's plee.
"And what makes you think you can survive in this desert anyway? I would be doing a favor." Famine said as he raised his spear and continued to walk towards the man.

He wouldnt tell the man who he wasn if he didn't already know. "Trust me on this," he said, his voice strained with exhaustion, "I can more than just survive this desert." He took a slow breath, a lock of gold hair blowing across his face, "Juat leave me be."

He still didn't move, "And if worst does come, I would very much rather die at my own hands.... via starvation or dehydration."

Famine was now close enough to get a good look on the man. The demon automatically recognized the god.
"You again! You stabbed my warg!" Famine shouted as he brought the spear to where the man's head was.
"Say goodbye!" He said while getting ready to deal the final blow to the god's head.

His lips slipped into a smile, his white teeth flashing against his tanned skin. He couldn't help but be amused at the nievness of the cloaked man.

"Goodbye then," he said with a small chuckle.

You can't kill a God... he thought to himself, his tired blue eyes flashing in a spark of gold.

Nalinè had been flying. Flying unceasingly. It was noon, and she was suddenly distracted from her thoughts when she realised that the sun was beating down on her. She stopped and hovered in the air, drinking from her flask, and looked down. She saw sand, and two men. One seemed to be ready to kill the other. 'Czhy, rìszh do tamœnœ szhù yed?' [blink]<<****, what is going on here?>>[/blink]

She flew down. Without thinking, she gathered a handful of fire, and spoke to them in her native Ràsàde.

"...Dœtzhù...? Rìszh do ckhal?" she asked, hovering just above the sand. She suddenly realised what language she had spoken in, and translated, knowing they would have no idea what she said.

"...Hello...? What is this?

Chimara still remained on his back in the sand, his eyes now slightly open to take in the newcomer. He surpressed a groan and tucked his arms behind his head.

"Nothing really is going on," he said softly, "I'm just exhausted and want to think... in peace."

His lips drew back into another dashing smile, exposing flashing white teeth once more. He recognized her fire elemental and let out a sigh, this should get interesting he thought to himself, closing his eyes once more, listening to what would go on.

Nalinè landed on the sand, and her wings sank into her back.

"If it is nothing, then how is there a spear at your head?"

With a swift movement, she grabbed the spear, and held it by her side. She directed her next words to the man who, until seconds ago, had held the spear.

"Is there a reason you would like to kill this man?"

"The fact that he is the God of Light, and he severely injured my warg!" Famine said while directing his attention to the woman.
"And I think I'll be taking my spear back now!" The demon shouted as he quickly snatched the spear back.
"Unless you want to die, I suggest you leave now, and let me finish off the god."

Chimara closed his eyes once more and returned to the comfort and warmth of the desert sand. "Yes, it would be wise to leave, unless you want to risk your death."

He let out a broad smile, "Come on," he directed his speech to the cloaked man, "Can't you just leave me here to think?"

Famine knew not why he was doing this. It came to him that it was idiotic, and just a waste of energy. He hadn't been thinking about the fact the he can't kill a god, or that it served no purpose to kill this one. The God of Darkness was his enemy, not Chimara.
"Fine then, I suppose you aren't my enemy. I shall save my energy for Raku." He said, turning his attention to the girl that had snatched his spear from him.
"And woman, you are lucky I am in a forgiving mood. Otherwise, you would be nothing but a carcus right now." He stated, turning in the opposite direction, and walking back to the faction.