[Jacob]

*Setting: The beast yawned and shook itself off. It had walked far and wide, hunting for food, looking for water. It was a Reptilian, a sleek black predator designed for running down its prey and sufficiently killing them. Scanning the area it looked for something to eat, for something to drink...anything would suffice it. And then it saw, saw a child. It was dark grey with a neon plume, a female. No older than 7. She was walking along a worn, traveller made track, towards a field of Corn and other crops. The hunter snarled. It was stood on a small mound that was situated infront of a large forest. Its eyes scanned the area, noting the quiet village and Berry trees scattered on the outskirts of it. Breathing gently it stepped forwards and was immediatly confronted by a mass of death. It shook its head, closed its eyes and grunted. Its head ached and the sharp, deadly claws on the beast retracted and unsheathed. It was an experience the creature had never felt before and as it looked up, through squinted eyes, it saw...saw the village burned to cinders. Saw the corpses of its Mudokon residents strewn on the ground, their bodies riddled with bullets. Saw the crops burned and oblitorated, the trees cut down, the soil raked up by some sort of vehicle and/or machine. Injin growled and backed away, knowing that this would, eventually, come true. And with a low bark he turned and ran into the forest, disappearing from all that could have viewed. He leapt over clumps of mud and fallen trees and branches. Quickly making his way away from the village and away from the danger it seemed to ooze...*

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*Setting: Gunshots rang out from outside the cave. Obitus sat intently on his rock-like thrown, cooing over the future that was nearing with increasing speed. The Orkhids were trying to reclaim the woodland that was currently populated by Reptilians. The current followers of Obitus were all safely in the cavern, hiding from the guns and Grenades that the Orkhids wielded. However the Orkhids were fighting something. Something they believed to be the enemy. Something that was nothing more than the power of the God himself. He was projecting the images of Reptilians out into the forest, making the Orkhids believe that they were fighting something. However, his plan was much more sinister than this, and as he closed his eyes and placed his Astral body in the woodland he looked on at the Orkhids attacking the magicly formed Reptilians. Since it was night time the hallucinations would drop to the ground and disperse without drawing much un-needed attention. The Orkhids were currently on foot, and moving through the woodland fireing at anything that moved. Obitus was making the hallucinations come from the West, thus drawing the troops away from the cave in which he currently resided in. But causing them to go into the direction of the Reptilian nesting grounds. He watched silently as the Orkhids moved towards the nesting grounds, unleashing torment upon, what they thought, were their enemies. With a low growl he allowed his Astral body to go back inside his physical one. His eyes slowly opened and he looked at his followers, his claws clenched tightly. Everything was going to plan...*