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First HuntA forest at dawn, a wonderful sight to behold. The dew glistens as the sun rays penetrate the the shading trees. Birds chirp as they awaken. It is truly a beautiful mourning. But, life is hard despite the the beauty of nature, the wild is called so for a reason. It's hunt, or be hunted. That is the way of nature."I think I smell something..."None other than the wolves exemplify this point. Swift hunters of the forest, yet strangely bemusing in their appearance."It's, it's, prey."The pack took off, after their meal. A deer, a doe exactly, a female deer. Try as it might to run away from the pack, the wolves were driven. Soon the deer could not continue it's run and the wolves caught up. A bite to the neck, and the doe was dead in an instant. The wolves circled around the doe, and took their helpings."It was a good hunt," a brown wolf said."Indeed," said a large black wolf, "the meat sits well with my tastes." The pack continued, taking their turns with the mea
TSAR Audition: Min-TisrenThe land was in ruin. To define ruin, the bodies of the dead lay across the ground, horrible monsters crewing them bones and all. The few survivors fought a losing battle against horrific knights garbed in black chain mail, with helmets in the mocking shape of snakes and swords with an axe like shape at the blades' end. The very ground radiated the mind shearing taint of chaos. Above these ruins loomed a tower, if it could be called such. 'Hive' might fit it better, a hive larger than any structure man has ever created. It was not made by man, but by a monster."And the defectors?" The voice was twisted with a reptilian accent, and was posed so that it demanded to be heard. The speaker's form matched the voice, a serpentine shape, large arms with clawed fingers, and a head that barely, just barely, hinted at human origin. The man being spoke to looked up to his lord, he wore the black chain mail of the other knights sans helmet. His face was scarred with the signs of his life of battle