Ever since The ship had been broken upon within the warp, deamons descending in Slaughter. His body flung through one of the breaks in the ship, tossed into the warp and surely never to be seen again. Konerar felt nothing but rage, anger as he was ripped from the fighting and soon to die.

Or…that's what he thought. Death is what he expected, but it is not what he woke to.

He woke to green, lush, grass upon his body, the sounds of critters running and playing about, cheerful, sweet noises. And most of all others. Other creatures staring down at him, concern, confusion and…compassion upon their faces.

Their faces which Were…different, abhumans, a mix between rabbit and human. A sight that usually would have made the butcher's nails throb inches head. Wanting to take The innocence they displayed. Yet…at that moment he felt…peace. No painful feeling upon his head, just…calm.

Something he didn't know, the thing that got him here.

Now patiently waiting for a signal, ready to pull a wagon full of crops from the farmers within the field. He was working, but not a slave, he didn't need to work if he didn't want to but he'd grown to like this. To like living and working among these creatures,  Something about them. The way they acted around him, how they accepted him and lived so peacefully. A sight that would have once made him flare With rage was now his life, and he…enjoyed it.

Once one of the older abhumans gave a signal Konerar began pulling, easily moving the wagon with his muscles that he’d devolved from years of fighting, war, and serving Khrone. Bringing them back to the town, so that they may be collected, cleaned, and eaten later.

Only stopping when one of the little ones came up with one more crop to put into the wagon. Stopping to make it easier for their small frame, before beginning once more.