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His first thoughts had been of running. The second had been a maelstrom of sand. Biting, blinding sand and there had been no direction to go. It was maddening. But he endured. He ran and ran and ran until the howling lessened and then ceased altogether. When this was done he let out a huff, shook himself off and took in his surroundings. A giant wall of dust and sand lay behind him, he had not outran the storm but had survived it. What stretched out before him was more sand, endless beyond the horizon. 

The beast glowered and put his head into the air. He took a deep breath and then sniffed the air. The smell of earth was blatant and there was not even a hint of water. He swung his head, sniffing, trying to find some sense of direction. But what was there really to find? Perhaps not so much a direction but a way towards survival. Then he caught a whiff of something that could leave a scent. His head snapped its attention back towards the storm and there, a black dot, silhouetted amongst the dunes came a thing from the storm, just as he had. 

His claws dug into the sand, his fur bristling, standing on end. Would it be friend or foe? There was only ever one way to find out and so he ran, marveling at his speed. Starting on all fours, he quickly realized running upright was far better. His legs were feeling the extent of the excursion by the time the figure came into sight. He could make out what it was- One of his own kind but not. A thing smaller than him, with brown creamy feathers, a full dark beak and darker eyes. It seemed to shrink as it saw him and came to a sudden stop as he approached. 

“D-Don’t come any closer!” Came it’s high pitched voice. A female. Coming to a stop not fifteen feet away, he crouched and stared at the bird, taking her in. He immediately noticed why she wasn’t flying. Her broken wing, from the storm no doubt. He sniffed the air. Fear was palpable in the air and the bird knew it.

“S-Stay away!” She shrieked, covering her bad arm with the good. . 

A deep shuddering thrill ran down his spine. The bird was so much smaller and his belly growled. 

The bird looked as if she was going to break. Saliva dripped from her maw as his vision became transfixed. He was about to attack when fate had other ideas. A creature crested behind her, giant and clacking as it swooped between them and scooped them up. The world became darker, more constricting and brief panic set in. He realized he was trapped in some cage, the outside world streaking past. 

And then the beast heard a whimper and turned to see that the cage was not so constrictive after all. His eyes went wide, for the bird was there and more. Another one of his kind, with gray fur and a long snout sat huddled across the room. More curious were the small green folk, huddled around piles of some sort of egg. Several in all and they looked at him as well. Fear swelled in the room and he only saw red. 

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When at last the giant bug reached the river and deposited its contents upon the river bank, those around(and there were a lot around), ran at the sight of half-eaten and bloody corpses and the large wildblood predator emerged, fur matted with dried blood. 

He was given a name then, as he went down to drink from the cool waters. One that would forever mark the sin stained upon his face. 

Maw Who Slew In Salvation.

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A wildblood mongoose comes into the world with fiery hunger; Maw Who Slew In Salvation.
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