[h1] [center] [b]JACKAL WESTARI[/b] [/center][/h1]



Jackal in his boredom, crawled around the ship, trying to get his bearing and memorizing the general layout of their 'magical' home. He didn't bother with the lights either, as his own eyes provided the illumination necessary for vision. He would continue for what seemed like hours, until a variety of banging came from outside the Gladius. Jackal would approach the hanger of the ship, going silent as he continued to hear the desperate banging of moaning of creatures outside. Jackal wished to investigate, but there weren't any windows in the current room to see, the only way to find out was to open the door. The issue came of course, the Jackal wasn't sure how to open the door. Sure he saw his allies leave through there, but he couldn't remember how. The giant reptilian shrug as he saw a pad filled with buttons and pressed one. "lucky guess" he'd think to himself as the door to the ship's hangar opened. 

His crododilian eyes widened at the sight that waited for him. Dozens of humans with glowing blue eyes immediately tried to get onto the ship. Despite their urgency, their movements were sluggish and limp, unnatural, Jackal could only describe it as like a puppet. Additionally, the next thing he noticed were many bore fatal wounds and scars that would surely cause death, yet they still remained animate, and they didn't speak, only moaned and other similar sounds. 

One of them stood out from the crowd as being the first to reach Jackal, in which he tried to grab and bite the beast. Unfortunately for the 'creature' he bit onto the hard outer scales of Jackal, which would shatter much of his teeth due to how unrestrained the creature used his bite force. Jackal was barely harmed by this, and he would grin wickedly, or at least, attempted to with his saurian lips and monstrous teeth. Just as the corpses were driven by the sole purpose of whatever that was possessing him, Jackal too, was possessed, enslaved by the thirst and instinct for bloodshed. Jackal gave his 'reply' of his own by biting down the neck of the blue-eyed assailant. Lifting it into the air until the head snapped from the neck, His hands would catch the head as he was rushed by another pair of these creatures, which both arms would slam the two attackers into the metal floor of the hangar's door. A third limply followed, which would be impaled directly by the tail of Jackal, right through the chest. They were soft and lacked any sort of coordination or sense of danger. To jackal's surprise, the corpse on his tail continued to move and try and claw and bite at his own tail, disgusted at what he muttered as 'the undead' he used his tail to slam the struggling corpse against the metal surface several times until its body was reduced to pummeled gore. He lifted the other two creatures that were clutched in his hands and rushed back and the swarm of these limp bodies that were pooling into the hangar. Using the two initial, and still struggling, corpses in his hand as weapons as he began to swat them back and fourth at hoards and hoards of their fellow blue-eyed bodies, which continued until one of them finally broke free, granted severely crippled and bruised from Jackal's abuse. Jackal quickly leaped back to avoid being bitten again. 

He would stretch up his neck and open his jaws to breathe in oxygen, then he would slowly start to exhale gas from his lungs in a much more sustained breathe, and that released gas wasn't just C02, but the bio-gas his fellow fire-breathers could exhale. With a click of his forked tongue, his mouth suddenly became a 'forge' of utter flames, one could describe it like a small engine or firey vent (Hence "Ventmaw" -cough-) of a ship, as a line of fire trailed from his mouth as he lowered his head, and sprayed fire down upon the still growing horde of the blue-eyed creatures. The sustained breathe lasted for about a minute, in which time he would help bathe the flames over the hoard that were all condensed from trying to fit into the large hangar door, making it easy for him to 'mow down'. The creatures however didn't initially fall, they still continued to run despite being on fire, it wasn't until the intense heat broke down their body into an immobile state did they start to pile down in charred husks of human bodies. Jackal panted, quiet literally out of breathe as he watched the last of the first wave of these creatures collapse in smoldering corpses. 

There were a few survivors of the flame bath, which tried to get up from tripping on falling over burned bodies, which Jackal approached and consumed like an animal, there were only three of them and being scattered gave him the time to 'safely' eat at each of these animate bodies. A couple hundred of 'bodies' or at least, what was left of the animate corpses, covered both the bottom half of the hangar ship and the floor around Gladius. And yet, Jackal could hear more moaning in the distance, as evidence as he barely even eliminated a fraction of their 'forces'. The Hellkite continued to pant as he walked back up to the ship, he couldn't recall if anyone was with him or not back in the ship, and he also wondered if the others were alright out there. As he thought this, he also realized how cold it was outside of the ship, with the burning corpses providing little heat, Jackal would start to make a pile of bodies up in the hangar room, and would burn a corpse, one by one, as if starting a camp fire made of corpses. What pieces of flesh that stopped burning he took to eat instead. He kept the door opened in hopes his allies will return in a hurry, while also keeping vigil of it in preparation for another wave to strike. After the first corpse was completely burned into a charred skeleton, Jackal took the skeletal remains of the other yet-to-be-burned corpses and began to remove pieces of their skeletons, which served two purposes. One, it helped him understand the layout of bones in a human body, secondly, and more importantly to Jackal, he began to fashion a primitive weapon out of hair fiber and bone material 


Thats when he heard movement again. He stopped building his weapon of bone, in which was difficult due to the poor quality of the fiber to tie it together. He took his silent motion to listen as he heard something crawl in the vents, and also, from the walls outside. Another mob, albeit smaller then the last, seemed to have been busy crawling to the top of the ship, when they heard the hangar open, it took some time to get down, but they did, and were now faced with Jackal. The Gorgas was still exhausted from his previous fire breathe, so he charged, his tail acting as a spear to stack two bodies against each other. As he fought, he now noticed how far from human they were. It wasn't just there difficulty to kill even with mutilation, but their limb proportion was off as well, much longer then humans he recalled. They were fanged, had claws. They were the very definition of an abomination.



As the two corpses struggled to free themselves of Jackal's tail-spear, He would bite down another creature by the neck, taking off its head. It still moved, as if it didn't even need a head, so Jackal kicked it to the ground to allow other sprinting creatures to trip over it. A tremendous roar echoed from Jackal's mouth, so loud, with the help of the metal walls and hallways of the facility, it would echo throughout the entire building and beyond. This didn't phase the creatures, but Jackal's war cry was always something he loved to bring out. As the creatures struggled to get up, Jackal would flap a mighty beat of his wings, sending a tremendous amount of pressure to knock them off of their feet again and tumble down the ramp of the hangar door. As they tried to recover, Jackal enjoyed himself to the two creatures stuck on his tail, taking off limbs one by one with his mouth and the claws on his wings, and happily consuming the torn bits, continuing to do so until they stopped moving. Jackal turned to meet a claw strike his face, some of it hitting the weak scales of a scar he was still recovering from, as well as slashing his very eye. Jackal screamed a roar even louder then the last in both pain and anger as he would press his horned head against the creature and would charge into him, full sprint while carrying him against his horns and forehead, until they left the hangar of the ship and hit the metal wall of the facility. The force was so great that the very wall in front of them was gravely dented. Jackal had his injured eyes closed, the mangled corpse of the creature now had a huge hole in his torso with a destroyed rib cage and half of a spinal cord. He tore off the corpse from his head and turned back to the charging hoard of creatures. His wings would spread and he'd take off into the air, a few meters above the hoard, he then swooped down on an angle, his feet catching the head of one of the creatures as he brutally dragged it across the metal floor until flesh and later bone ripped off the corpse in a trail of gore. he dropped and turned, flying back into the remaining hoard of creatures, with three hands, his two main arms and one from his wings, took hold of three creatures, while his feet kicked away the last two before landing. He would smash two of the creatures together before holding them with both hands of his wings, and held their mangling bodies in place as he ripped one of his main hands into the chest of a third creature, tearing it apart until he found the spinal cord, which he ripped out without hesitation or remorse. Dropping the mutilated corpse he would pin the two other creatures ontop of each other. At this point the two remaining creatures were trying to dogpile and claw away at his back which he ignored for now, his back scales were the strongest and most durable anyway. With the two other creatures stacked against each  other on the ground, he would ram a sharp end of the spinal cord through both creatures, he then reached back to grab one of the creatures clawing at him and would take the other end of the spine, spearing it through him and forcing it down until he was stacked with the other two. The last one was smart enough to reach around and tear at the soft scales of his chest, the massive claws of the creature tearing away two chunks of meat from the giant lizard, in which another painful and enraged screech emerged. Jackal threw back the creature a good distance away, then charged onto him with all fours like an utter monstrosity, tearing away at limbs and flesh with 4 arms and a mouth to follow, until the very corpse itself was in bits. He turned to the stacked bodies of the 4 creatures, still alive and trying to separate themselves from the spine. A torrent of fire met their struggle to an end soon after. 

Jackal, bleeding and coughing up blood, would start to gather the fresh corpses, taking out their spinal cords and spearing them to the ground. He would set it up much like his days in a tribe, with mutilated corpses stacked on spinal cord spears with a severed head on top. He made about a dozen of them around the ship.

Jackal crawled back to the campfire, holding his bleeding wounds with heavy panting. He could still hear more of them move in the vents, however to the echoing sounds the vents make, he wasn't sure if they were nearby or further in the ship, if there was anyone else in there they might be next. Jackal decided to wait in the hangar again, still with the door open. He was gravely injured but he could survive for now, he could still fight albeit he was tired beyond any exercise he had done before, he could only hope his crew was alright.