Gregor never understood this faith, it was like many other faiths, with a leader, a structure, but it worshipped pregnancy, something he had little interest in it. His men had followed Issa's order and near midday they stormed into the temples, cutting down statues, removing the treasures of the worship and took the best food from the storage bin.<br/><br/>Gregor, a lion-taur sat next to a fire as he idly chewed on a chickenleg, it was tasty but he found he wasn't filled by it as his stomachs growled in unison. Licking his lips the alpha male started to appreciate the forms of the women here. With their pregnancy they looked mighty filling.