<span style="font-style: italic">There was once a man. For reasons to be know, he roamed the land, seeking vengeance. To this end, he wore a mask to hide his identity as his quest for revenge created a mound of bodies. With each kill, he shed his mask and replaced it with an even more complex one. There came a day where there was so much detail and complexity which could be placed into a mask, he donned a cloak, roaming the wilderness and hunting down the isolated, quest for revenge long forgotten. And like a snake, he would always shed his outfit to change his appearance, like a snake shedding its skin.</span><br/><br/>The beast roared, slashing wildly at the air, droplets of blood splattering all over the carved stone faces. It was confused, having seen so much prey set before it, all scattering into the edge of the light. A forked tongue tasted the air, tasting the fear of the humans. It was exquisite, the thrill of the hunt coursed through its veins. Then one of them shouted, or rather screamed its rage, or fear. To the beast, it sounded no more than a baby's cry. Tiny and easily snuffed out. The eyes of the beast narrowed as it descended from the mound, tossing aside the torso of its previous victim.<br/><br/>Marlin was afraid, the fear fueling his adrenaline. The moment the beast's gaze swept over to rest on him, he could only sense an overwhelming amount of bloodlust, its liquid blue gaze could be felt isolating him. The stone he held was hard but brittle, based on how the other man some distance appeared to be digging a hole, perhaps to bury himself under the stone?