[color=00a651][center][u]Naswaru, The Relentless[/u][/center][/color]

	A long flight. Naswaru wasted little time to separate himself from the other two gods. He hoped that they were successful in their hunt, but he had to investigate a few things. The local hunting villages seemed to be a little less active in the area. It was a strange occurrence. These were rich hunting grounds the humans should be all over this place.

Scanning the forest below. His binocular vision could pick up fine details while he soared through the air. Having little to fear of other flying creatures didn’t stop him from keeping an eye on his blind spot. Could never be too careful, he wasn’t the only one that could make monsters.

It wasn’t too much longer before he caught sight of something dark and jagged in a small field. The burnt out remains of a village slowly took shape as he got closer. The small village looked as if it could have supported a few families. Landing ever so gracefully in the center of the small tent city. The burnt remains of rudimentary wooden buildings still smoldered but gave off little heat. This place was attacked recently.

The scavengers had only just begun to come into camp and take what they could. Whoever hit these people, seemed to have destroyed more than they took. The god wandered around the small encampment for a little while longer, taking in the damage to the village before returning to the center fire. Closer inspection of the fire led him to find bones and charred meat. He had found the humans that once lived here.

[color=00a651][i]“Troublesome, very troublesome. I can understand a raiding party but normally they don’t kill and burn the others like this. I need to find more information or a witness to these incidents.”[/i][/color] He thought. Questions and thoughts rolled around in his mind for a while longer before figuring he had seen all he needed too. [i][color=00a651]“Further clues would be needed to address the issue. Until the local human population can grow back, more predators will have to be established in this area.”[/color][/i] Normally the god didn’t like to micro manage the natural way of things. However, these were his creations and the normal predators didn’t quite have the aggression needed to hunt the Rognyak.

Naswaru continued his flight over the forests for more signs of human activity. The wind wasn’t working in his favor this day. Making it difficult to track them, but if their quarry was other humans then maybe the next small encampment of humans would be where they would go next or perhaps the mountain people to the north.

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He was planning his next step when it happened. It was almost as if another predator of leviathan size claimed a territory. The local wildlife seemed on edge. He could feel it, that unnatural presence, that fear. Quickly the huntsmen began flying low and close to the tree tops toward the source. The valleys and hills keeping him hidden while he flew towards the disturbance. The farther he went the more the animals seemed to run in the other direction.

Then he saw it. The obsidian black spire that rose from the earth. Jagged edges that rose up from the forest ahead of him and towards the sky. It almost seemed to be reaching up to grasp the two pairs of light that swirled around each other, disappearing into the heavens above. The surrounding trees seemed to have uprooted themselves and crawled away from the spire. Forming a natural wall from the crammed trees and vegetation around the site.

Naswaru approached carefully and slowly. Gliding silently and with little effort through the trees until he was at the wall. Gripping and crawling through the dense vegetation like a spider. He slowly made his way to a better view of the spire taking his time to inspect the trees and plants. It never occurred to him that they could move like this. Something to be played with later for sure.

After a few more minutes of inspecting the trees and learning what he could the god began to proceed forward. Stopping suddenly because of movement in the wall. All the animals and even insects had vacated this area, yet he still picked up movement. Subtle vibrations that were drawing closer. The huntsmen’s skin began to change color to better match his environment while he crouched there against the tree. His skin even began to grow rather rough to better blend in with the bark of the tree.

However, the sight of a humanoid caught him off guard. There were two of them, and they were dressed in a familiar fashion. The lord of light was here. Or at least his scouts were. The duo perched themselves on a spot to overlook the barren land leading up to the spire but didn’t proceed towards it. They just kept themselves there slightly covered by the trees but made no mention or movement that made him suspect that they knew he was there.

Continuing his slow crawl up to the scouts he didn’t make the slightest sound. They wouldn’t even know he was there until he stepped up between them. The mark of a true predator, to only be seen when he wanted to be seen. A low growl at the two of them as he passed to subdue any thought they might have had at trying to harm him. Naswaru said nothing as he dropped from the tree and to the edge of the crater down below. Extending his arm into the open air. Almost as if he was sampling the area to make sure that it wasn’t too caustic so his form had time to adapt.

With one quick glance back at the forest, the god of the hunt then proceeded to walk towards the mysterious spire keeping his guard up and his senses peaked.