Just a little hunting...

Recent days were boooooooring. Oxx hadn't had any fun since banging that pretty albino lady in the hot springs. Sure, there had been the Manea fight up in the cold north, but meh... it had ended poorly. Oxx had rooted for the purple woman and somehow the weird, mouthy man-girl had won. The odds just weren't on Manea's side, it appeared. Pity. He would have liked to have seen the empire that Manea crafted.

Oxx found himself back in the south, holed up by the falls in Auster where he'd had so many fun times with his "family." He'd nearly drowned the pretty dark girl here. He'd chucked the blue boys sword down into the churning waters after a thorough raping. This was also where he'd sewed their pretty mother's pelt back together. A sour expression crossed the massive man's face. Until that orange and white bitch had stolen the skin from him. He'd make her pay for that some day. He had all the time in the world. Oxx was the master of the long game. Some day, revenge would be his.

In the mean time...

Movement nearby caught the behemoths' attention. Dark ears perked and Oxx rose from his place within the shadows. Peering out of the foliage, the brute thanked whatever gods rested in the skies above. They'd sent him a present. A pretty, monochromatic package. Oxx wondered if the boy knew who he was. Only one way to find out.

The giant, slate colored beast stepped out into the brilliant moonlight and turned his face upwards, inhaling deeply of the crisp, nighttime air. "Fine night, isn't it?" His words were friendly enough, though his voice, all silk and obsidian, made it somehow seem more ominous.

"Oxx Carpathius"