[b]Sobek[/b]

In the shallow waters encircling the plaza at the center of town, a crocodile lazily drifted along the surface. It slept deeply, oblivious to the lights and sounds around it, for all purposes dead to the world. However, even if reptiles were common in the waters of Ayumu, this was far from a common reptile. The beast was roughly twenty feet long from the tip of its nose to the end of its tail, and its alabaster scales glimmered in the lamplight. It was not merely unusual in appearance, though. To those that could sense such things, the crocodile had no life signs; its heart did not beat, it drew no breath, and it held no heat in its cold blood. The more magically inclined could tell even more: this was a creature of concentrated evil. It was more a malevolent force of nature than an animal, as though the very strength of the natural world had been corrupted to malevolent ends.

Even so, Sobek the Crocodile God slumbered soundly, as it had done since soon after its arrival in the World. The transition had been a bit of a shock for him, and he had needed a meal and a nap to figure things out. The snapped bones and crushed skulls of his "meal" littered the bottom of the pond under him at that very moment.

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[b]Kuzaku[/b]

The proud Knight of Blood wandered through the city streets, a mix of curiosity and wariness guiding his exploration. He had come to this place after investigating a dimensional anomaly, and the wormhole he had discovered led him here. The need to return to the Earth to continue his battle against Another Blood sat in the back of his mind, though he was quite preoccupied by exploration at this point. This place, wherever it was, utterly fascinated him with its wide variety of people and strange creatures.

Looking overhead, he spotted a witch flying on a broomstick. It was lucky that Kuzaku's magic still worked in this place, or he would have been in quite a pinch. From what he could tell, not everyone in this place was totally friendly, and the possibility that he would need to defend himself or someone else remained strong. Thinking of it, his hands unconsciously drifted to the hilts of his swords on his belt, as he continued his aimless stroll through Ayumu's streets.