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The mudokon stopped, looking at the tracks on the forest floor. It consisted of three toe-marks, the foot of a Mudokon. He was on the right trail.

Nevjuul was not an ordinary Mudokon. He wore more than just a loincloth, but a full cloak of balck leather. His hand was upon a Tomahawk, a long and thin one, like a walking stick. There was no jewel in the middle of the tomahawk, but a round orb of polished onyx.

The mudokon's eyes were silver, not yellow like ordinary muds. Nevjuul also had upon his face a scar, a long thin silver tattoo upon his cheeck.

Judging from the tracks, it was a full two-day journey to the Mudokon, and that was if he didn't sleep. Journeying on, Nevjuul followed the footprints, snaking through the forest.

He would find his prey, he would find them...