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Post by Guildpact on Feb 6, 2023 8:07:45 GMT -8
::{{ A light breeze brings the smell of an intruder as Maul is preparing his breakfast. The campfire flickers under a small crispy carcass as the wind carries the small smoke trail toward the cityscape, away from the Rubblebelt. Maul stifles a growl, slowly standing and peering into the trees that reveal little with the breaking sun just beginning to cut through the mist. He inhales deeply, seeking to better determine who or what the intruder to his camp might be. He is a ways away from home, and carries only the sling he uses for hunting...but his claws are defense enough against most adversaries, even here within the realm of nature's savage chaos.
Maul's lumbering steps do not create a sound...while he is not one that embraces stealth, he knows the value of the application, particularly when on a hunt. And until determined otherwise, every trespasser is prey. With claws extended, he makes his way to the edge of the clearing, still unsure of the identity of the interloper. }}::"Show yourself! You may not have my meal, but you may have my claws if you want to try!"::{{ The barbarian minotaur shows no fear, and implies no mercy to any potential adversary. While he is certainly prepared for an altercation, he could never have anticipated the meeting that is about to change his life path in ways he could never imagine... }}::
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