[Jacob]

Whispers amongst the prisoners gave Obitus that immense feeling of power. He did not know why he felt so powerful when creatures began to whisper and he didn't really care. So long as the feeling was there nothing else mattered. They were 38 prisoners in all. Many more had been captured, the Black Mudokons were a specie that seemed plentiful but very scarce. Obitus himself had never encountered such beings and he doubted that any other of the Mudokons had either. But these Muds were a magnificent sight, their black skin gave them a look of evil. However, from the way they were acting now he knew that, they too, were just like other mortals. Powerless and afraid of things superior. Most of them sat quietly, awaiting their fate. Others clutched to their crying children and some clutched each other. Cooeing reasuring messages into the others ear. The Dracconic God was monitoring them all from a heightened boulder. His Reptilian guards were keeping them in check, keen to have this power all over the world of Odd. The Dominant male of the pack was stood, on hind legs, at the side of Obitus. Its Purply-Blue head trills set back as if gelled.

Obitus: "I hear you allowed a child to escape...Tell me more."

Reptilian Lord: "It waaas nothing. Just aaa newborn. We got the Mudokon who aaattempted the escaaape aaalso. He waaas deaaalt with aaaccordingly."

Obitus turned his head to see the Reptile's eyes. The body of his host was decaying rapidly, although it could not be physically seen, Obitus could sure as Hell feel it and he needed his body soon. Getting the body he was in now took him a long time to do so, this weakened his spiritual essence and thus forced him to do what he did back in the City. Force death.

Obitus: "Melik, you understand that if i dont have a substantial amount of blood and souls then the entire Reptilian race will suffer and slowly, but surely, die out."

The Reptilian Lord bowed its head in shame, its tail swished slowly from side to side.

Melik: "I understaaand sire. But it is haaard, it is haaard when your followers moraaale goes down becaaause of aaa setbaaack including a mere Crossbreed."

It wasn't meant to sound as rebellious and snide as Melik had intended it to sound. But it did, and thus it insulted the God of Death. Turning abruptly Obitus snarled. His face was inches, possibly centimeters from that of Melik's.

Obitus: "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF SUCH A TIME. THAT WAS NOT MY WRONG DOING, BUT THE BASTARD ORKHIDS WHO SHOT HIMSELF!! DONT DARE BRING THAT UP AGAIN MELIK...I WARN YOU, DONT DARE..."

Quite taken back the Reptilian nodded, muttering the word 'Sire'. Its races savior was nothing like the Mudokons...But so long as he got the job done, who cared.

Obitus: "REPTILES AND MUDOKONS ALIKE...IT IS TIME!!"

Obitus had turned to face the crowd of prisoners and addressed both them and the Reptilians. Screeches and whoops from the Reptile race made the Mudokons increasingly weary and nervous. And slowly the Mudokons were lined up against the stone wall, some sitting, some standing. For what was to be the bloodiest and devasting ritual known to Mudos. The 'Blood Feed'.