[h1][center][color=gray]Krishna[/color][/center][/h1]
[sub][right]Location: In the Woods[/right][/sub]
[sub][right]Mentioning:[@demonspade64][@RC3][@Haeo][/right][/sub]
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Awaken by the grumpiness of his tumtum, Krishna was not a very happy gob in this particular morning. He was thirsty, which only add more irritation to this beautiful day. And the pile of bodies that reside in the same place meaning he is now drenched of others piss and drool. 

"Grrrr...." He snarled against one of his siblings, who was, in his sleep, trying to steal Krishna's blanket. And if it wasn't because the sleeping goblin was double of his size, Krishna would have bitten his ears off. 

Still, awakening to a piss-full blanket-stealing noisy tumtum morning, Krishna was not a very good roommate. He kicked those weaker who are still in their sleep on his way of exiting the grave. He shouted and he snarled against the strong. He made as much noise as a 3 days old goblin could before running outside the grave, followed by a herd of also hungry gobs who are very much unpleased of his improper and unhospitable act. 

But, if the chase was any longer than five minutes, it would have been a real threat. Eventually, most just break out into other smaller hunting parties, scavenging the nearby plants and hideout for early meals. Even Krishna did the same, teaming up with one of his siblings. They both have only a few rocks in hand but it was enough for them. And, simple enough, they found their first prey. A rabbit. It has the same color as the dirt after the rain. Smelled like it too. Its eyes' color was as dark as the old goblin's armpit. It was even hurt at the mouth and legs. Of course, Krishna and Gor had chosen to look over the fact that it has an obnoxiously large horn for a small rabbit. 

To be honest, it doesn't take long for Krishna to eat his word as the rabbit leap into Gor's chest and buried its horn through his chest. There was also this sickening sound as Gor's body fall flat onto the ground, his mouth gaping for air while the rabbit sits idly on his crumbling chest, feeling the fall and rises of the predator. And while Krishna should have thrown his rock at the rabbit while it is still in one place, his instinct urged him to run. 

And so he did. 

He ran around and around an old large tree. He tried to juke the rabbit lunges by sudden changes in direction. And honestly, he didn't know what to hope but to continue this run as long as possible