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The sounds of chirping resounded throughout the swampland's, mixing with the buzzing of insects and the cries of birds. The green foliage of reeds thick in the gloomy waters. The light of the sun, which was positioned high in the cloudless sky, filtered through the thick vegetation with a few rays of light peaking through the canopy. The harsh environment filled with all types of beasts would have scared away any normal or wise traveler. Yet, Kragimaeus was by no means normal by any stretch of the imagination.  

A ball of white fur surrounded by green vines and countless leaves; the Draegloth hung suspended from a large thick branch some 30 feet off the ground. Climbing about the branch nimbly with strong claws, the beast shook itself to throw off a few pesky mosquitoes, a few of the more aggressive or stubborn ones falling dead to the swampy ground below after receiving a nasty zolt. As here and there, blue static jumped across Kragimaeus’s body periodically. He moved to the near end of the branch of the great tree, lifting it’s head high and breathing in deeply as he sniffed and tasted the air. Foul as always. A few months ago, a great portal had transported Kragimaeus to this desolate place. Portals that aided in travel through the multiverse were rare indeed. Thus the beast was trapped here for the time being, which was fine with him. As having only been here in his short time, he had proven to be the alpha predator of the immediate area.    

The few travelers and natives of the place had come to fear the unmistakable cry that drowned out all others that could only be that of The Thunder Beast. Which the natives had dubbed 'Moka-loka-lumbe'. Most of the predators of the area had also learned to stay clear of him, the less wise had long since fallen prey to his relentless thirst for violence and hunger for flesh. Still, as much as he enjoyed it here, Kragimaeus knew he could not stay indefinitely. His God had helped foster him into what he was, had sent him into the multiverse for a purpose. 

Though, he might as well find entertainment now and again while he waited for a new portal to manifest itself. Something told him another rift would flicker into being soon… he need only wait. As it was he could do little else but wait, remaining still on his perch, which gave him a wonderful view over his surroundings. A small river - more a creek really- just ten feet wide flowed lazily to the west a little over 11 feet before him. Who knew how deep it was? Only one rutty little wooden bridge allowed one to cross it safely. 

The beasts senses, however, were slightly deprived in this place. The stink of soot was heavy, the winds rare, and the fog strong. Instinct told Kragimaeus the locals might send another demon hunter soon. Given the failures of the last six. That was fine, as well as one of the reasons Kragimaeus avoided traveling on the grounds of the swamp. Least he leave tracks for which one might follow him.  Kragimaeus may be a beast, but he liked having the advantage of being aware of prey first before they were aware of him. As any good hunter would.
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