<strong>Location</strong>: Mar Sara, barren wilderness<br/><strong>Planetary time</strong>: Afternoon come dusk<br/><br/>A mild tingle, on the back of his monstrous skull tremored all the way down his spine. It caused him to look upwards at the clouds above, into the afternoon glare that shrouded the Mar Saran sky. It was a feeling of presence, like a signal or a beacon. Even though he had the limited ability to detect presence through psionic means, he could feel this one resonate within him.... He could feel it through the Khala.... Through its many connections and nodes, he could feel the presence of this one lone psionic wave, or at least the ripples of a powerful lash through its harmonizing space like the aftermath of a small lightning bolt.<br/><br/>Protoss.... Protoss approach.... A lone, powerful protoss by the feel, one that is not any normal templar.... If not templar, then far stronger. An immediate thought of memories past and unprecendented rage boiled within him.<br/><br/>The source of the presence came from off world, perhaps on another planet nearby. It was too far for him to answer this sudden call but perhaps if it were to come closer.....<br/><br/>The huge monstrosity left the remains of the massacred hunter behind, turning to trudge down the canyon from which he came. The chase was through this maze of high cliffs was most thrilling but unnecessary. The man would be the third hunter that he had to eliminate over the past week and more Terrans seem to be on his trail every waking hour. It would seem that since he left no one alive, no one had taken notice of his true form and nature save for those presistant scientists. All they know is that he was their 'game', another difficult beast to be hunted down and mounted on a wall. He wanted them to think of him that way, to keep the local militia from mobilizing and posing a serious threat to his already harsh survival.