It was a dark, stormy night in the forest. Wet leaves slapped against Azure’s skin as he stalked around, looking for something to kill and eat. He was bored, hunting not just to ease his hunger, but for sport. If he ran into any poor survivors while he was hunting, it’s their own damn fault they find themselves at the end of his claws and strangled by his tentacles.

Through the time in the forest, Azure killed a good 3 survivors before he found a plentiful hare to drag back to his cave before the round ended.