A strong wind blew around me, the wind holding as it shot through the area. I ignored it, as it battered at my form, trying to shift me, trying to move my hair or make me flinch. Despite the rage of the wind, I felt - nothing. Pressure, notably around my eyes more than anywhere else, but beyond that, nothing. I cursed under my breath as I kicked the ground, knocking a divot into the soft earth below me with my foot. I had purposefully planted myself in the path of an oncoming storm, to see if it would make me feel cold, but no. It didn't do anything other than make my hair lift up just slightly.

I cursed this damn body that I had been bound to. I had spent a long damn time trying to build myself a body that had the ability to feel, and that had been stripped from me, leaving me numb to everything. But - at least…

At least I wasn't there, any more. Even if the home I had carved out of that madness had been destroyed - I wasn't in that unending hell, not anymore. I was actually - in the real world. I was free, at long last. I was finally, finally free. Countless ages had passed in that bleak, battle torn, blood stained pit, and I would gladly take being numb, over being stuck there any longer. I still didn't know, if the beings that had cursed me, thrown me here, had been trying to punish me, or reward me.

But. I would - I would make the most of my life, now that I was here. I had a second chance, a new life. Very well. I would take it, grab it with both hands. This was my life, and I would face it head on. I started to look around, trying to decide where I would go from here. I had no idea what the landscape was, where I was, or what had happened while I was trapped in that blighted purgatory. The first thing I would need to do, now that I had decided to live this life, would be to gather information about what had changed while I was gone.

My body stiffened, as I finally realized I wasn't alone on the trail I had stopped on. Slowly, I turned around, my eyes narrowing as I took in the immediate surroundings. There were three of them, spreading out to surround me. Thin, wretched individuals, dressed in ragged, tattered clothes. They looked rather emaciated, skin tight and gaunt across their bodies. They did have bloated bellies - and a less experienced, or observant, person, might have thought that indicated these three were, while not in good shape, at least eating well. I knew that those bloated bellies were an indication of the exact opposite there - the men were likely starving, and their bodies rebelling against them.

“ ‘E looks good ‘nuff to eat, don’ ‘e?” The man who spoke was on my left now. His voice was thick, wretched, like he had to fight to speak. A mottled tongue flicked across blistered, chapped lips, as he looked me up and down. Did he - ah. A glance to the others, showed them also licking their lips as they examined me like a chunk of meat. So, these men were cannibals. Whether driven out of society for their actions, or driven to their actions by losing their place in society, it mattered not to me. What did, was that they clearly intended to kill, and consume, me.

Or, at least, try to consume me - if somehow they did kill me, I doubted my body would sate their hunger. Rather difficult to eat metal, after all. I heard a rasp of metal on metal, and looked back to the one who had spoken - he had drawn a cruel, jagged dagger from a sheathe in his belt. A moment of silence passed.

“Well. You have my gratitude. I was feeling a mite peckish myself.” I rolled my shoulders, and grinned viciously. Lunch had been so kindly delivered to me, it seemed.

I moved first, rushing for the man who had drawn a dagger. The other two were - inconsequential at the moment, taking the time to draw out their own weapons would buy me the time that I needed. The spokesman cannibal’s eyes widener and he stabbed his dagger at my gut, trying to impale me - and his face went deathly pale, as the blade skittered off of my ‘clothes’. Then I was on him, my fingers curling around his throat, and tightening implacably. I lifted him up, from the ground, and grinned at his as he struggled and beat his fists against me.

I felt none of it.