Victor sat in absolute silence, shadows covering his face and his dark coat blending well with the dull and grim colours surrounding him. His face was impassive throughout the exchange, eyes alert, always searching. Victor merely basked in the throbbing anger and the pure anxiety associated with the forest. His new life was a constant exchange of pain and death. With nothing else to enjoy, he quickly resorted to his current state of psychological infirmity.<br/><br/>Victor was in complete confidence in his being chosen for the forest. He had fought and never let one survive. As he thought of wrapping his hands around a soft human throat and biting deeply, he let out an involuntary chortle, his well of sadism undying. He liked the look of the group he had here. A few females and a few enemies, seasoned and soft alike. Yes, this would be so enjoyable.