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Owsla Hall

Owsla watched the three from the trees, melting back into view as she clicked in response to the situation. She tilted her head to the side, as she bounded around the group on all fours. The suit forced her onto all fours, looking more like a hybrid between a deer, feline and human and made her footsteps sound like nothing was even there at all. But the constant electronic noises and clicking made it sound otherwise.

It sounded like she was asking questions among all this noise, bounding and bouncing off trees along the way as she followed her new found group.

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Oreron Hall

Oreron watched as the majority of the group left to find out the source of the noise as he stayed put. If anything his own tiredness and unwillingness to move made him stay. That and the fact that most and Owsla's gear was still there. He yawned deciding to pack up the camp while he still could and put away most of the cooked meat. He stood, beginning to stuff all kinds of pots, knives and weapons away in one of their duffel bags when he heard something himself.

A snap of a twig under steel toed boots.

His head perked up in a way all too familiar too him. His eyes moved first before his head, spying a lone male with a weapon lying in wait. Instinct welled in him as a loud snarl escaped his lips. He could feel the man's fear, he could see it in his eyes. A tense standoff between him and this intruder. "You have one second to run. Or I will gut you." He said in a deathly low tone. The man screamed before attempting to run, but it was no use as the large neco crashed down upon him like a rabid animal. The man was dressed in attire that suggested that he had lived off of claiming the life of others. A belt made of hair and the stains of blood on his clothing. Human and Neco blood.

This didn't just make him angry.

It made him hungry.

Hungry for blood.

The whites of Oreron's eyes shifted to black as he tore into the man, his screams and Oreron's roars echoing into the surrounding forest until a loud -CRUNCH- sound was heard.

Oreron had bitten into the man's spine. He was dead in an instant. Still he bit into the man, tearing out chunks of flesh and bone as if he were; no he was feasting on the body of this man. Other men fled from their hiding spots, but not to attack the man, but to run away. Far away.

Oreron did not chase these men, though he did stop finally after watching them. He said nothing as he picked the man clean of useful items and wandered back to camp. He was covered in the man's blood. His mouth and hands coated in it, but it didn't seem to faze him at all. He breathed heavily, trying to calm himself and return to his normal self. He knew this would take a while , the the coolness of the night sky was a help as he looked up at the moon. 'Nothing will take Owslanna away from me Kathleen. May you rest well in the afterlife.'