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12/19/2015 11:58:58 PM
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[b]The First Night[/b]
[i]8:00 PM[/i]
The sun sets over a small bay on Corra, and the orange Rays of sunlight that deep in through cracks in between the dense foliage illuminate the forests. When night falls, and the moon shows and the stars shine in the sky, something claws its way out of hell. It growls and roars, as its bloodlust starts to form.
The Hunt has begun at a small creek, where a trail of blood and small tendrils lead like a gingerbread crumb pathway into the planet undergrowth.
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Blood trips from the corner of its mouth. It is a lion, standing on its hind legs; its horns glisten and look as sharp as razors. From what JT can see, it has 12 sets of needle thin, extremely sharp teeth (possibly more sets). It stands 10" wide and 12" tall, snarling. It clenches its fists.
