It had been awhile since he’d wandered back over this way. How long? Hell if he knew…he didn’t keep track of things as trivial as time anymore. It didn’t matter to him anymore anyway, he lived apart from it, apart from everything - except this desert. This was his place. Hm…well, ok so it wasn’t really his if they were being technical about it. ‘He’ as in ‘Sahak Zahi’ didn’t really exist anymore save for a skin and a conscious. Everything else…everything that ‘mattered’…belonged to the entity using him as a vessel.
So really, he was just a walking talking container.
Hey, it had it’s perks. For one, he didn’t even feel the heat beating down on him, nor the scorching surface of the glass dunes he was currently traversing over. Dressed in naught but a ratty pair of brown pants, the vast majority of his dusty brown skin was visible. His hands, feet, and upper body were half-heartedly wrapped with lengths of gauze, the tattered ends fluttering in the oven-like air. All over his body were thick lines, somewhat paler than the rest of him, forming an interlocking design - the runes that bound the Guardian to this sack o’ flesh.
Setting his hands behind his head, he sighed and flipped his thick braid idly. He was here, he assumed, because the Guardian wanted to be. Sometimes his feet did that - carried him to places for the other creature’s benefit. He’d given up trying to fight it a long time ago, it was totally useless to resist that which owned your body.
As far as he could tell, this place was special to the Guardian. For all he knew, all this grass had been created by the Guardian long ago - who the hell knew why though. Still pondering useless things, he really wasn’t expecting what he saw when he crested the next wave of crystallized sand.
…Was that a giant glass bird?
Finally his legs let him stop walking. What…this? Was this what the Guardian made him walk all the way out here for? Eh, well, it was the only interesting thing out here anyway…
“Oy, you, giant bird thing!”