They were getting close enough.  Destroyyoutoo wiped his bloody hands on his legs, so he could get a better grip on his staff.  After a brief pause, they broke into a light jog.  They ran faster the closer they got to him.  This was it.  Destroyyoutoo could feel his blood pumping, blisters forming; his hands covered in red.  All his senses were intensified.  He was born for this.

In just over a minute he was asleep. His mind sharp for the ringing in the distance; the addition of some makeshift bells to his contraptions was a good idea. Made from a pendant and a metal cup that he bend, or rather crushed into the right position. The first sun set when Arocalex woke at the sound of a bell.
The trees gained a different glow now as the second sun was emitting a slightly redder glow. Arocalex always thought the world changed with every change in colour. The noblemen would rule the streets during the day and do whatever they do. Visit fancy dress parties, tea parties. And frankly Arocalex could care less about them. His people came out during the red faze, when the noblemen retreated to their homes and the guards in the streets halved. Better, gamblers, little children selling loot and so on. At night, for those 4 hours that they were the real dark people: assassins, gangs, serial killers and the likes came out the play and claim the night.

The rabbits however, tasted delicious over a fire and that was all that mattered to him this day.