[center][h1][color=FFEC3C]Dune[/color][/h1][hr][hr][/center]

      Dune had since ripped the Hindwalker's throat out, and repeated the process for most of the others, save the one that the man he'd met was holding a blade to. He was now locked onto another Hindwalker that had walked over, speaking their jibberish with a face full of glee. They didn't seem to be causing any trouble, and as far as his nose knew, they weren't as much of a Hindwalker as he'd thought. But the thirst for blood took over, and he snarled, slowly moving towards them.