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Action for Fayren
[If you go out in the woods today, you better... not be a small to medium sized, non-sapient animal, because it's gonna be rough for you, buddy.
The thing prowling the woods isn't exactly new to Fayren, nor is this even the first time he's even assumed this shape to hunt.
He might be just a little less concerned about being spotted today though, apparently just a little more peckish than usual.
Elias wasn't exactly looking like his usual self at the moment. There was no real distress here, at least, nothing frantic or pressing, other than the need to eat.
Well over ten feet, the beast could be found near the outskirts of the city proper, either stalking a meal or...
Well eating. Eating isn't the nicest scene in the world, the average doe was akin to the size of a small dog to him, and anyone stumbling upon the hungry creature would find him very involved with his lunch. Slicked in blood, the cracking of the doe's bones as numerous as the snapping of twigs underfoot, he seemed quite careless about the mess he was making, the occasional satisfied rumble at least indicating he wasn't in any foul mood.
That's good, right?]
The thing prowling the woods isn't exactly new to Fayren, nor is this even the first time he's even assumed this shape to hunt.
He might be just a little less concerned about being spotted today though, apparently just a little more peckish than usual.
Elias wasn't exactly looking like his usual self at the moment. There was no real distress here, at least, nothing frantic or pressing, other than the need to eat.
Well over ten feet, the beast could be found near the outskirts of the city proper, either stalking a meal or...
Well eating. Eating isn't the nicest scene in the world, the average doe was akin to the size of a small dog to him, and anyone stumbling upon the hungry creature would find him very involved with his lunch. Slicked in blood, the cracking of the doe's bones as numerous as the snapping of twigs underfoot, he seemed quite careless about the mess he was making, the occasional satisfied rumble at least indicating he wasn't in any foul mood.
That's good, right?]