Damien was sitting on the ground, his tail swishing against the dusty ground. He is wiping his axe from the blood, sniffing the air around him instinctively. He killed many lives today, which was the only thing he's good at. He wipes the axe without much care, seeing his own reflection in the sharp head. His messy black curls, white vitiligo spots on his grey skin. Dark, orange eyes that glow in the dark. He looks more like a wild beast, than a tiefling. His tail pats the ground and he lets out a huff with his nose, releasing some steam from his nostrils. His huge form barely fits on the fallen log he's sitting on, and he suddenly senses someone's presence. He turns his head to the side, looking at the smaller figure that approached him.

"What?" He asks, his voice doesn't sound really smart, but he got obviously tense.