Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150820044317/@comment-5518614-20150907094206

As the screams of the men filled the night sky, Nor felt an intense fear clutch at her heart. She was in the woods with a monster. Even though Cyrus apparently 'knew' her scent, it did little to quell her terror.

She had her sword in hand, staff in the other, but they seemed like a petty defense against a lion man, who could tear someone limb from limb with little effort.

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The men's blood adorned Cyrus's face, a mask of red. As he torn flesh and organs from the man's body, a gutteral roar erupted from his mouth, spitting viscera onto a nearby tree. He was on a hunt for blood, and nothing could stop him now.