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...travellers and others might notice some new additions occasionally in the muddy terrain. In some areas, very large, three-toed tracks can be found. They seem to appear in random locations, appearing and disappearing without any apparent origin or destination.

What's possibly more disturbing to many would be the other new addition often found in conjunction with the aforementioned tracks: the roughly-removed limbs and various other body parts of some of the Malarites and some large, yet normal, animals. Some bear marks from massive teeth, but the majority seem to have been simply left behind while the rest of their owner has vanished.

One other strange thing also stands out... a few corpses can be found whole and apparently undamaged. The strange thing is that, on all such bodies, their faces have turned an unusual greenish shade of yellow.

I have been to the forest of despair... but haven't seen this. Will keep an eye out for it.

*As Ðraco makes his way through the forest he spots one of the tracks, gripping his sword and looking over the area. After everything seems clear he crouches down to inspect what may have left such a track, if its even from this plane.

Moving closer to some of the dismembered limbs he inspects the bite/claw marks left on them, moving them around with his sword to better his view. After inspecting the site he stands looking down at the footprint and sighs, muttering low to himself*

This could complicate things. . .

*casting additional enchantments in case he should run into this beast he continues on his way*

*In the Forest of Predators, Haan discovers the tracks. While crouching low to investigate, his leather armor creaks in small protest. He remains silent as he observes the markings. Finally, when he rises, he tilts his head back and closes his eyes, drawing a large, slow breath through his nose. He releases the breath with a moment of small laughter, making a clicking noise with his tongue. From behind him trots Xe, a sleek black panther.*

"Come, my friend. It is time that we Hunt."

*Haan makes no movements to aggressively hunt the beast. Rather, he slinks into the forest, ever watching. He scowls as adventurers mindlessly trot around the tracks, and at the Lycan pups petty competitions- But through it all, he remains quiet. Nay, this would require patience. This was a beast of prowess- and the Hunter need always be wary not to become the Hunted.*

Falling from the sky in a broken heap, a charred body smacks against the floor in the Forest of Despair. Momentarily squirming, the body rises, immediately leering to one of the tracks. It glances to it’s own feet, dragging them through the leaves and observing the result.

“Such is a beast of predation, this is well.”

With a coy growl, it then takes a long breath of any new scent, and begins to stalk through the forest, seeking.

If a certain runty leopard that is creeping around the forest, apparently in some kind of game to see how many Malarites will fall under her claws when they attack her, came across the odd carcasses she would pause, dismissing her game with a flick of her spotted ear.

After making sure there was no immediate danger, the curious cat would warily sniff around the mess, with whiskers twitching and keen eyes, but not actually touch them. When she was satisfied she had learned as much as she was going to, she would quickly, but no less quietly, pad off again heading back to her winged, much less quiet companion.

After he was done dispatching the Malarites foolish enough to attack him, she would lead him back to the site before they made their way out of the forest.

A tall dark man clad in unconventional clothing stands above one of the tracks and gets down to a knee to closer inspect it after awhile he treads over toward one of the fresh corpses that have turned palish green. He shakes his head and puts a clawed finger to his chin in thought.

*Deep within the temple of Malar, a message written in dark blood on a ragged parchment is left for what may be specific individuals:*

"To the Lycanlord Pantheros and the members of the Greater Pack of Malar,

I am once again making the presence of our Beastlord promptly felt in the land of Caraigh as it should be. Seek me past the Old Shrine within the stone henge or the cave in the henge. Take care if you decide to journey here-there are many prying eyes. Once you have found me, I will explain our task furthermore."

~ Valithorn, Packmaster of Malar

*a dark druid awakes from his meditations, shaking off many creepers, soil and moss that had accumulated over his person, during his period of penance*

*loud howls are later heard throughout the forest*

An elven man dressed in various brown leathers and cloth comes across these tracks on one of his common hunts. He frowns as he squats by them, considering the particular scene before him and wondering what could have caused it. A shiver runs down his spine as he considers the fact that he may not be the only one hunting the hunters; and that this newer predator may not be overly friendly. He stands and glances around, adjusting the arrows in his quiver to account for the unknown creature. Evael walks south until he comes to the border of the forest, leaving it to head back to the Lowlands.

In the Forest of Despair...

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