The collapse he had made gave him a well deserved and unexpected sleep; as he laid on his side his mind shut himself into a strange bliss. No dreams just peace, for the first time in years. This very peace filled and gave defiance to his body, showing him a new emotion that could be used to fight for as well as with. Moaning he was rolled onto his back, only to feel a touch smooth over him. A foreign touch, something he was not accustomed to. It was odd to feel but honestly he didn't react much other than wincing in his rest, though his expression changed when the female spoke to him. His expression was now relaxed and not tensed, everyday he lived he never dropped the scowl unless alone. Eli, The Navy Thorn, soon began to dream- dream of things he would soon forget.Â<br/><br/>Waking up the male groaned and rolled onto his side and curled up before pushing onto his hands and knees and stood. Looking to the imprint where the female had been he blinked and rubbed his head, groaning he clutched his head before kneeling on the ground. Looking at the grass he felt the imprint and sat down, he felt disappointment. Sighing he stood and went to pick up his knife, sheathing it in it's place he looked around, "Where did the vixen go? I know she had been by me when I fell into that sleep but..." with a roll of his eyes he looked to the sky and muttered something before he went to the bar again. Slipping in the back he grabbed a bag and vanished for a few minutes, coming back he was dressed in what he normally wore and bolted. His slayer outfit was more comfortable as well as easier to move due to it being light. He had to find her, somehow his soul was telling him what direction, no matter what he was going to find her.Â<br/><br/>Eli wanted her, not just that but she gave him a "freedom" he never felt before. His desire was ruled by what she gave him, he desired to find her. All he wanted was to find her, so he ran, ran through the woods to find her. The Slayer just didn't know how he'd find her, he just had to follow what he felt, had to. He was determined to find her now, "I will find you. I swear it."