Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150215205820/@comment-11848168-20150215234600

Somewhere on the coast of Kardon, Tullir looked at the burning wreckage of a troop-carrying aircraft sinking in the distance, its fires slowly being extinguished by the ocean. Tullir let out a cross between a chuckle and a growl as he turned away and started eyeing his current surroundings. There was nothing special in sight with the exception of a dead soldier that washed up a few feet from Tullir, but he sensed something on the island, something he wanted. He started following what his senses told him and was about to make his way farther inland until he heard a gunshot echoing. The soldier he thought dead was barely alive, enough to fire and miss the last shot in his pistol. Tullir regarded him and approached, the soldier attempting to flee to know avail, given his broken legs. Tullir stood over him on all fours, his skeletal face only inches away from the cowering soldier's. The beast plunged his teeth into the man's neck and started gnawing at the flesh until the screaming stopped. As the man stopped struggling and went limp and bloody, Tullir released his jaws from the soldier's ravaged neck and let out a roar, declaring victory over his final captor. He celebrated said victory by tearing and feasting upon the fresh meat, savoring every bite. He knew there was a great power on this island, and he also knew that there were bound to be others gathering to find this power first. Fortunately for Tullir the Wendigo, everything breathing on this island was just a meal that had yet to recognize its edibility.