Oh poo

Reaper enter the cedar forest on a casual exploration. So far the continent had some beautiful and mesmerizing places to explore. In the middle of the cedar forest was a giant waterfall that bleed into a river. Reaper admired it from afar, Moloch flying above the trees swiftly. That's when a new smell came into the airx cussing his hackles to raise immediately. A mountain lion. Reaper immediately remembered when he was child and was being stalked by one in the night of fall. He had prayed to his patron Zarren, unknowing of the danger that lurked. The beast was smited by the God, blinded, and ran off. Reaper knew instinctively that this time would be different. Moloch let out an alarming caw, swooping down to grab Reaper's attention. There it was, now fully in sight and dedicated to a fight. Reaper nodded and prepped himself. A fight it would get. For it didn't seem keen on negotiating.

The mountain lion charged forwards, swiping it's paw at Reaper's face. Reaper pulled back, mere inches from behind missed. The Bloodjaw charges forwards, his white maws splayed open and seeking the mountain lion's face. He was going for the eyes. He was going to blind the thing as Zarren had done, perhaps allowing him to gain an advantage in the process. His teeth sunk down on the side of the face and he tore into it violently, blood spilling into his maws. He spat it out directly into the cat's eyes, a frustrated yowl coming from the beast.