[Jacob]

The excitement had worn off and once again fatigue had taken over. The Reptilian licked his lips and searched around for a patch of soft grass or mud to rest in. He had treked for a good few miles and was now eager to rest his head and sleep. Yawning he stumbled towards a tree and grasped onto the bark with his claws, he clambered up it readily, slowly disappearing amongst the leaves and branches. Once up into the tree he leapt to a thick, over-hung branch and positioned himself so that he could lay down on it without falling off. A yawn escaped his tired muzzle and his eyes gently closed.

***

Obitus: "He is getting closer..."

*Setting: The God was pacing back and forth in his lair. His followers were bowed around him, with only Melik stood. He had his hands crossed over his stomach and was looking down. Showing respect.*

Obitus: "Soon he will be in my grasp and i shall be able to storm the Dracconic realm...and beat those lowly Gods down as i reclaim my place there."

Melik glanced upwards and mumbled agreeingly, this was closley followed by the others mumbling, agreeing to all their God stated.

Obitus: "And this bracelet is the key..."

He growled lowly raising his arm to view the silver bracelet.

Melik: "My-my Lord, how exaaactly is the child going to help our caaause?"

He glanced upwards briefly before once more casting his eyeline down.

Obitus: "Allow me to show you, come."

His servant stepped forwards. Towards the outstretched arm of Obitus, his hand raised and met the Gods. Immediatly there was a surge of red electricity and Melik's body juttered ferociously, he tried to pull away but Obitus grasped his hand harder, pumping more and more of his power into the being. Images flashed before Melik's eyes...

Vision:
Black beasts soared across the night sky, dipping in and out of the moonlit clouds, brandishing scythes and other assault weapons. Red pin-pricks could be seen from the distance, pressumably where their eyes were. Cawing came from all around him, he turned, seeing more of these beasts emerge from the shadow, striking down warriors whom were trying to beat them away, stop them from proceeding, halt their progress. And then one of these winged-terrors landed. Its feet bandaged and its body muscly. Its legs were straight and smooth, its tail brandishing spines on the end. Its eyes were pointed and red, like that of a shard of glass. Its snout was long and its teeth sharp, it called out. Called into the darkness. Its wings beat and the beasts large, pointy ears twitched (think of Freya's ears from FF9). Turning from side to side. Its arms flexed and the rippled as it called out. Then darkness...

Melik: "Wha...Whaaat waaas thaaat?!?"

The beast was obviously shocked and looked up at the smirking face of Obitus.

Obitus: "That was the future..."

(OOC: Blarg)