[Jacob]

Otto was in full possession of Jake's body, the wound in his hosts stomach was merely a scratch to him as he sneered at the other members of the Saurian clan.

Saurian #4: "What da Hell!? H-How!?"

Otto smirked cracking his neck, he rolled back his shoulders and nodded his head towards the Saurian who asked the question.

Otto: "Ooohh, how exiting...no?"

He Raised a cloven paw, watching as the Saurian's feet slowly rose off of the ground. Its whole body sustained in mid air, it struggled. Trying to break free of this force that was doing such a thing. The other Saurians merely stared in awe at what was happening. One rubbing the plume of feathers on its head in pure anxiety and puzzlement. The Saurian who had plunged the knife deep into Jakes body moved forwards, snarling.

Saurian #1: "Y-You piece of sh*t...you little pile of st..."

Its voice was full of frustration and anger, it had attempted to kill its prey but had obviously failed. Humiliating itself in the process. The knife seemed to leap forwards, hurtling towards Jakes face. A lone left arm shot up, grasping the knifes searing blade. The paw of Otto's host tightened around the blade, drawing blood.

Otto: "We really shouldn't fight...i smell Reptilian in you."

The Saurian tried pulling the knife back, failing. Its cohorts backed away, their eyes filled with fear. They could smell something...something enraged and powerful. The Saurian that was once floating in the air had now been dropped to the ground, picking itself up slowly it growled lowly to itself.

Saurian #1: "So...i smell dead-asshole walking. Whats your point?"

Otto tutted. Shaking his head in disappointment.

Otto: "You really dont know your history do you? Reptilians are the desendants of Dragons. I could...empower you(!) Make you so powerful that you could hunt and kill anything you can imagine."

Otto purred, hoping that these sinister words would make his opposers, allies.

Otto: "So...whad'dya say? Allies?"

The Saurian sniggered and then shook his head.

Saurian #1: "Hell no...take him."

Its last two words were directed at the rest of the posse behind him, they moved towards Otto with alarming speed. Disregarding their dying friend on the floor. Who was slowly choking on more and more of his blood. Otto shook his head slowly.

Otto: "Shame. Ahhh well. Not my loss, eh?"

He winked at the druggie and then let go of the knife. His eyes glowed bright red and then his true voice could be heard. Deep and raspy. It was filled with hatred and death.

Otto: "See you."

He flung his head up towards the sky, his eyes shining brightly, even out shining the stars. His arms jotted out to the sides and a ring of red smoke was quickly emitted from him. It hit all objects and persons that surrounded his pressence. Immediatly cutting through them and decomposing their mid section. The Saurian who he had been addressing looked at him, wide eyed.

Saurian #1: "W-Why? How...?"

Otto: "Why? Because i can. How...Because i am the God of Death, the true taker of lives...Obitus."

A single red flame seemed to appear in his right eye as he said this. And he watched, amused as the bodies slowly hit the ground. Blood spilling out of their decayed mid-sections. And then he walked...walked away from it all. Walked in the direction of the Countryside...the Native land. Mudos.

~End~

(OOC: Blaaaaaahhhhh!!)