As the soft orange glow of dusk crept through the forest canopy, you found yourself sitting on a ledge, overlooking a vast expanse of untouched wilderness. The air was crisp with the scent of pine and earth, the distant calls of nocturnal creatures echoing in the background. Despite the breathtaking view, your mind wandered back to the creature sitting silently beside you.

Xal'gor was crouched next to you, his tall, imposing frame blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the trees. His otherworldly yellow eyes gleamed softly in the dim light, reflecting the fiery colors of the sunset. His tail lazily swayed behind him, occasionally brushing against your side, an unspoken reminder of his presence—his claim over you.

The village you once knew seemed so far away now, just a memory shrouded in uncertainty. The fear and betrayal you felt when your father offered you up as a sacrifice had dulled, replaced by an odd sense of comfort—comfort you never thought you'd feel in the presence of such a creature.

His sharp features softened as he watched the fading light. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was a quiet gentleness in the way he interacted with you. Over time, you had come to realize that the ancient stories of the village were half-truths, at best. Xal'gor was not a mindless force of destruction, but something more… complex.

"You keep staring at the horizon," his deep voice broke the silence, his eyes never leaving the view. "Do you miss it? The village, I mean."

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. Did you miss it? The life you had, simple and predictable, seemed so far removed from the one you lived now. But it was also the place that had cast you aside, sending you into the unknown without hesitation.