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Disclaimer: This story is a work of passion, and is not involved with the Beastars creator, nor affiliated with Warhammer Fantasy. Creative liberties were utilized in the making of this story, such as culture, carnivore/herbivore habits, Lizardmen society, and characterization. ALSO: There is no need to understand Warhammer Lore to read this story. Anything important will be explained within the story, so do not worry. Skinks are a semi-aquatic group of lizards within Lizardmen Kingdoms, mainly oriented towards poison tactics and speed movements (hit and run, quick charges, strafing, etc)
CHAPTER 1: Hide and Skink
(A strange creature lands in Zebuth city. The Black Devil is called to action to find out why.)
A quiet breeze washed through the night over Zebuth City. Animals, both herbivore and carnivore, began to end their days of work and business, retiring to homes and to families alike. Midday shops began to close up for the day, the scant few night life venues illuminating the quickly darkening concrete paths. High lamps flooded busy streets with artificial glimmer, giving vision to those unfortunate to be born without vision through the dark.
As the night grew, calm took the air. An uneasy calm. Animals tucked their bags and bodies closer to themselves. Maws and fangs shut tighter, claws tucked into pockets so as to not garner suspicion. Carnivore figures hugging closer to the shadows, avoiding the ire and scrutiny of their vegetarian neighbors. Sharp eyes flicked with parting glances, watching through the dim lights.
Ears flicked from side to side, as if expecting something to strike when they were least expecting. Those with flatter teeth; with dull nails and smaller forms crossed the street when they saw carnivores walk by, regardless of whether they wore a glare or soft smile.
The peace of Zebuth was picture perfect. Relying on the fact that nothing changed. That nobody looks deeper. But life goes on. And life is not still, nor does it hold itself in stasis for long.
“Hands up where I can see them! Now!” An officer pointed their pistol at the crouched figure. Their whiskers twitched on their feline features, eyes directed onto the figure. Their fur raised slightly, nervousness cooled by the firearm in their hands placing them in a position of power over the assailant.
The dark alleyway gave way to little light, the shine in the officer’s feline eyes being one of the few things that seemed to take any glow. That, and the slit pupils staring back.
The figure moved themselves from the ground with slow and deliberate moves. Their hunched form rose to a greater height, the cloak obscuring their body catching softly in the wind. The mess on their maw wiped away by a slick tongue, lapping up the excess of their hunger. Below lay a bloodied form. Rather, what remained of it, splayed out across the payment in a disgusting assortment of parts and uneaten pieces.
The officer grit their teeth, their instincts in a jumble with their morality at the smell in the air. They sucked in a breath. “You are under arrest for committing an act of Devouring upon a living herbivore. Do not resist, or I will be forced to shoot.”
The figure froze. They seemed to weigh the words of the feline officer, their head swaying ever so slightly. “Living…..Not true…. Were already dead.”
The officer’s eyes widened before they tensed their shoulders, eyes narrowing on the larger form in front of them.
“Don’t play dumb. I just witnessed you-”
“Me not kill them. Left to die.” The words seemed to come out in short clicks, giving the officer pause. The figure slunk forward a single step. “Hungry… waited until other stopped. Then ate.”
The officer aimed down upon them once more. “You can explain what you did at the station then. I’m sure being an accessory to a Devouring will not do you any favors. Even if you didn’t start it, which I doubt, you partook in a freshly dead herbivore.” Their paw tightened around the handle of the firearm. They always hated this part of the job. Staring down monsters of society. Especially when they were considered to be in the same social class as one another.
Monsters all of them, in the eyes of many. Carnivores, plain in simple.
The figure hissed “You not believe, then. No point in trying with fuzzy beastman.” The terse words cut through the air, dancing down the narrow alleyway. The figure stood taller, their height over the feline officer before them.
“Like I said, put your hands up. Now!” The officer hissed.
“Warren! What’s the situation?” A bark shot down the alley. The officer glanced behind them for but a moment, seeing backup had arrived to the scene of the crime.
It was enough time to act.
The officer was sent onto their back by a strike to the gut. The distance between the feline and the criminal closed in a flash. Warren felt the air shoot out of their lungs, the plates they were wearing absorbing some of the blow, but enough getting through to send them in a wheezing fit.
“Warren!” The German shepherd officer rushed to their partner’s side, pulling their firearm from its holster.
The scaly leg tucked back under the cloak before pouncing forward, surprising the dog officer, but not enough to discourage them from acting. Aiming at the criminal, they fired two rounds. One shot through the cloak, hitting only the billowing material. The other rang true, striking at the arm of the figure.
The creature let out a hiss of pain, several clicks escaping their maw as they grasped at the fresh wound. Despite this, they continued dashing forward. The officer, seeing the incoming assault, aimed at their upper body.
*Bang*
The pistol was sent flying to the side as a strange staff came flying out of the billowing cloak. The elongated pole smashed into the arm of the officer as they discharged another round, the bullet sent flying into a brick wall. The firearm smashed into the dirtied alleyway a short distance away.
Before they could recover, the figure swung the staff forward onto the German Shephard’s neck, a choked noise hacking at their throat as the criminal shoved passed both officers.
Warren, seeing their own firearm knocked away when they were struck, reached for the transceiver on their shoulder as they got to two feet. “All units. Be advised. We have a Code 84-5 heading North from an alley on Lavender Street. I repeat, Code 84-5 heading North on Lavender Street.”
The figure shot out from the alleyway, ignoring the officers who picked up their firearms and gave chase.
They darted down the street, ignoring the screams of herbivores and the surprised eyes of carnivores. The overhead street lights danced on upon them, illuminated their arms and legs as their claws scraped across the ground with each stride.
The winds pulled at them restlessly as they moved away from the officers, whose voices echoed not far behind. They vaulted over a food stand, now allowing the obstacle to slow their escape. They shot forward with haste, uncaring of the sharp tug around their neck.
A stray screw snagged onto a bundle of material from their ragged cloak, tearing the loose fabric from their hidden form. Their small semblance of covert cover was snatched away, revealing their form to the darkened city.
A cop car screeched to a stop just a few yards in front of the criminal, cutting off their escape. A female pig and male gorilla pulled out from their seats, aiming their guns at the target from behind the doors. “Carnivore, put your hands up!” The female pig shouted out.
“Rosita, what am I staring at right now?” The gorilla couldn’t help but ask, looking at the supposed criminal with a mixture of disgust and bewilderment.
Warren and Samson slid to a halt, their own weapons drawn and aimed at the runaway scoundrel. Having a moment to breathe, they gauged the situation that lay before them. “What the hell is this….” Samson muttered, his canine eyes blinking several times to try to make sense of what was in front of him and his partner.
The small population of animals going about their night in the less than luxurious street of Lavender couldn’t help but stare as well. With just as much confusion as the officers aiming at the supposed criminal, herbivores and carnivores alike looked on with fear and wonder.
It was a lizard. Large in stature, despite its hunched over form presenting itself as smaller. Its legs were bent in an awkward manner, its legs positioned more forward, with a defined bend in the back of the leg, angling down into sharp, taloned toes (1). A light blue tone faded into a cream white as it grew closer to its chest and stomach. Dark blue scales littered its back and shoulders, not completely covering its form, unlike many other species. A long tail, at least its own body in length, splayed out from behind it, flicking side to side. Large eyes adorned its head, a wide mouth like that of a dinosaur hissed out with ivory teeth, a leathery crest of skin like that of a fin arching over the top of its head.
What made it all the more strange was its wardrobe.
Bright feathers danced across its shoulders, like an ancient depiction of an old religious garb. A golden crest rested upon its head, obscuring parts of its features, but still revealing plenty enough. Rings and loops snaked over their tail and appendages, bound together with strips of bright fabric and various binders. No shirt, or pants. Nothing but a loincloth to cover their modesty.
Within its hand was a long staff, decorated with beads, feathers, and bright stones of the same colors. Its hollow frame tapering to an angled curl, like that of an oversized blowgun. A serpent head at the tip, mouth agape with jeweled eyes to stare down a foe as it is killed.
The four officers could only stare, their eyes glued to the Devourer in front of them, who looked around with what they could believe was disdain and hostility. Their arm still bled sluggish from the bullet wound, though this did not seem to perturb the criminal as much as the officers would have expected.
Warren took a step to the side, their aim still on the target. “Unidentified lizard, you are under arrest. Put the stick down on the ground and put your hands in the air. This is your final warning!”
The citizens and ZPD alike watched as the lizard looked around. Eying the creatures at every angle which stared upon their figure. The false lights of the lamp poles shone over them, glittering scales on their back reflecting in spralling direction. Some began to pull their phones from their pockets, capturing the moment with photos and videos. This seemed to catch the criminal’s attention, their head shifting around and staring down upon carnivore and herbivore alike.
The sound of sirens pulled from the corner of the nearby road, the noise growing closer with each second. The call of reinforcements cementing the intensity of the situation.
The officers watched with tense expressions as the lizard slowly placed its staff on the ground. Then a club of sorts that was strapped to its side. Its eyes darted from side to side, looking over the civilians and police alike, slitted pupils sliding behind scaled membranes. Its hands, opened and exposed, moved to the sky in surrender.
Just another day in Zebuth City.
::The Next Day::
The dusk of the day began to wane, much of the day having already passed by. Despite the winding down of the common work and leisures of the civil population, the Zebuth Police Department maintained motion. In stark contrast, mobilization seemed more evident. More patrols at night. More searches for any traces of illegal sales (outside their preferred locations, that was), and the hunt for any Devourings. The officers, be it in their vehicles, inside the office spaces, or milling about for the beginning/end of their shifts maintained a cycle. A circle… of life.
A black SUV rolled up to the driveway of the Downtown Station, Zebuth’s more busy location for the officers to come and go. A coyote officer looked at the nondescript vehicle in confusion. However, it only took a moment before they registered the occasion. Quickly stepping out of the way, the officer waited, their hands clasped firmly at their back.
Hiding away their claws.
The back passenger door opened, long legs stepping out from the vehicle. Graceful steps landed polished pleather shoes upon the ground. A hand clasped onto the edge of the door’s top, fingers tracing its curves as the animal stood to full. Their suit pressed to their form.
The horse nodded to the interior before closing the door behind them. Their dark mane pushed by the wind, showing off a set gaze on the tall animal’s features. They glanced to the officer for a moment before walking forward, making their way to the entrance of the station. Their car drove away, with an obvious intent to return.
The coyote exhaled a breath they were holding, looking at the back of the imposing figure that walked past them. Their hands clenched tightly behind them.
They couldn’t help but wonder. ‘What is the Sublime Beastar doing here of all nights?’
“Ah, Sublime Beastar Yahya. You made it.” An African Elephant nodded their head to the dark horse. “May I offer you something to drink. Tea? Or perhaps coffee?”
“Tea, please. Thank you, Commissioner.” Yahya stated politely. The Commissioner gestured for the Beastar to enter his main office. Yahya strode in, allowing himself to take the seat opposite to the Commissioner’s own from behind the desk.
The Commissioner poured from an already brewed set. Prepared for such an occasion, with two mugs placed onto the table. Yahya nodded their head in thanks, pulled their mug towards themselves.
The Commissioner sat down softly, leveling a calm expression onto the Black Devil before him. “I did not invite you here for frivolous needs. You are more than aware of this.”
“That I am.” Yahya placed their mug down. He leaned forward. “You mentioned a captured Carnivore. A large lizard who had been involved in a Devouring, as it were. Usually such an occurrence would not require my direct involvement.”
The Elephant took a sip from their own mug. “This is a special matter, considering who we captured.” He sighed. “The one we captured is …. Unique, to say the least. I would not involve your expertise unless it had some level of urgency.”
“Well, what are we dealing with? I am still going off of very little save for your short call yesterday.” Yahya pointed out.
The Commissioner grimaced. The Elephant male inhaled a breath, letting off a deep sigh. “At 19:52 yesterday, officers Warren the Serval and Samson the German Shepherd were alerted to a disturbance on Lavender Street. Warren was the first to arrive, discovering the assailant standing over the remains of now identified ‘Margo the Beaver’. The individual evaded arrest from both Warren and Samson, the latter arriving and being assaulted by the assailant.”
“Both sustained mild injuries. A bruised hand and neck for Samson from the attackers weapon, contusions on the chest of Warren from a kick.” Yahya raised an eyebrow at that piece of information, but said nothing. “The assailant received a bullet wound to their bicep from Samson before running down Lavender Street.” The Commissioner continued.
“Backup was called, with multiple officers reporting to the scene of the crime in haste. About two blocks down from the Devouring, two more agents stopped the assailant's escape, with the two previous officers catching up and placing the lizard under multiple lines of fire. It was here that they surrendered, dropping their weapon and being arrested. They offered resistance from being put into the cab of the car, but no other altercations. We currently have them impounded for two counts of Simple Intermediate Assault on a Police Officer, resisting arrest, and 4th Degree Devouring (2).”
“4th Degree?” Yahya narrowed his eyes. The Commissioner nodded.
“From what Officer Warren reported, the assailant admitted to not killing the herbivore, but still eating from the corpse. Upon taping off the crime scene, officers were able to find another individual, shoved between several garbage cans. Unconscious. A falcon, with blood covering their talons and beak. Beaver blood.” The Commissioner shook their head at the loss of life.
“We identified the new individual as Joshua the Grey Falcon. From what the reports state, when Joshua regained consciousness, he was immediately in hysterics. Made several statements about his ‘hunger’, panicking over what they had done. Explained that he only ate meat on occasion from the Black Market as if to save face. The falcon tried to explain it was an accident, but regardless, he admitted to being the one who committed the Devouring first.”
“A bit convenient for your criminal, is it not? Another carnivore to take the fall so they could have a meal? It sounds like a setup by a desperate beast, hungry for flesh. It wouldn’t be the first time.” Yahya raised an eyebrow.
“I would agree with you, but after going over the evidence, it all points to the lizard eating what was left over. Biopsy reports even cover that the wounds that allowed for the consumption were made by large talons. Ones that the lizard is not equipped with, unless they use their feet.”
Yahya huffed. “Well, I’ve heard enough to get an idea of what is happening now. It would help to put a face to the carnivore you have taking up your cell. If he’s related to anyone in the Dokugumi, I’m sure I would recognize him.”
The Commissioner nodded. Placing their emptied mug down, they reached into their desk draw, pulling out a manila folder. “This is all we have on the individual. Images and statements taken at the scene of the crime. And before you say anything. No, this is not a manner of joke or jest.”
Yahya took the offered folder, flipping it open. With a raised eyebrow, they flipped through several more, taking their time to cycle through the pages one by one. The Commissioner waited, their hands folded on themselves in front of them on their desk.
The Sublime Beastar flipped through the last of the pages. Their vision soaking in the material. The descriptions, and the situation placed into framed photography. Yahya leaned back, placing the folder back onto the table as they closed their eyes.
“So a large, non-Komodo Dragon lizard of unknown origin wearing a children’s costume went and Devoured someone’s second helpings.” Yahya sighed. “While their features are not something I’ve seen before, this doesn’t seem that important. Possibly a foreigner who snuck into the city.”
“Well, that costume is quite interesting.” The Commissioner explained. “All of the items they were adorned with were real. From the feathers, to the beads, jewels, and gold. All high quality materials, worth millions of yen.”
“So a rich foreigner with a flair for the prehistoric arts and eating herbivores.” Yahya leveled a deadpanned expression to the Elephant. The Sublime Beastar sighed, a pointed look directed to the Commissioner. “If this were just an international debacle on how to deal with a foreign criminal, you wouldn’t have me here. If it involved a simple Devouring, you wouldn’t even bother to tell me. You know I would already be informed before it hit the news, much less your Department’s records.” Yahya leaned forward, his fingertips placed casually onto the polished desk.
“Given you’ve only had them here for a day, there’s something more to this. Bigger. Dangerous.”
The Commissioner slid a separate folder between the hands of the Black Devil, a sober expression on their face. “The assailant's blood was collected from the scene of the crime, due to their injury. We had forensics run it to determine a possible match, as well as species.”
Yahya stared down at the folder. With a deliberately slow motion, his fingers lifted the folder open. Lines of text illuminated by the yellow lights within the office. Small charts and graphs, laying out any possible connection to the lizard. Who they could be. What they could be.
Yahya looked up at the Commissioner, a darkness dancing in his eyes.
“Show me where it is.”
No winds passed through the cell.
Three walls, floor, and ceiling, all made of the same gray depressing material. Small chips and cracks littered the concrete slabs, claw marks and scratches scattered in every which way from previous tenants.
A porcelain toilet, dulled and well worn was wedged in the corner, accompanied by a flat, unsupportive cot. The material hanging off of it, damaged from rabid bouts of anger and panic from the criminals who were forced to wait upon it for freedom or further incarceration.
A barrier of steel bars, giving sight into the room. A separation from the criminal and the jailor.
And in the middle sat a large lizard, their body folded in itself. The pads of their feet, pressed to one another and providing support to each other, the bend of their back heel brought to their knees like that of ritualistic stature. Their tail wrapped around their spot on the floor, framing their position and offering additional support. Head bowed over hands that moved slowly, padded fingers with sharpened tips waving softly through the air. Reaching for something that had yet to respond. Clicks and chirps echoed from their maw, words unknown to anyone from this world.
Yahya’s gaze did not falter at the lack of acknowledgement from the prisoner, who continued their strange chants and movements. The dark horse glanced to his side.
“I’ll take care of this Commissioner.” Yahya stated.
The Elephant nodded their head in approval. “I will be in my office.” The heavy steps of the other male trotted down the short hallway, becoming nothing to the ears after a short moment.
Yahya watched the hands of the creature before him. How its claws swung lazily around, its downcast head listing side to side after so often. Its motions are small, yet meaningful to the backwards beast. The way their cobalt scales glistened in the ugly white lights of the cell. Not unlike a Komodo Dragon’s, but nowhere near as luminous.
Yahya huffed. “Do you speak?”
The lizard stopped moving its hands.
The lizard looked upwards, its position on the floor forcing its eyes to cast high into the eyes of the Sublime Beastar. Large, golden eyes stared up, onyx slit irises adjusting to the light.
Nothing like the eyes of any Komodo from Zebuth. Or any animal. It only cemented the potential truth of the matter to Yahya.
Its maw opened, revealing a row of sharp, dark teeth. “Words, like that of Men. Of Beastmen. Like others before.” It stated, its words cut short and awkward. Voice higher than expected, with a slightly chirping sound behind every other syllable.
Yahya tilted their head. “Judging by your lack of reaction, I can only assume you don’t know who I am, though that was probably a given. My name is Yahya.” Yahya offered a small smile to the prisoner. “I would like to know your name, stranger. If that’s not too much trouble.”
“I only speak to Chief of Kingdom. Name not for ears of weak.” The lizard shot out in terse words.
Yahya’s smile morphed into a smirk. “Well that works out perfectly, seeing as I am the Sublime Beastar of this city. If you don’t know what that means, it's a position of high authority. Comparatively, I am Chief or greater than in status.”
The lizard narrowed its eyes at the tall horse. Its strange eyes wash over the full figure of the animal before it. Several chirps danced in its throat. “I am Tanu’han. Skink Chief of Quetza. Vassel of Tribe of Itza!” Their words spoken with resolve, as if challenging Yahya to doubt their claim.
“A Skink, huh? I’ve never seen a Skink like you before. Are you or your people related to the Monitor Lizards perhaps? Or Komodo Dragons?” Yahya asked. He caught the Skink’s reaction from his words, their eyes widening at the uttering of ‘Dragon’.
“We are not working with Dragons. Followers of Great Plan, they are not. Not loyal to people of Itza. Eaten by greater beasts. Dragons left my lands long ago. Hide with High Elves.” Tanu’han rolled their shoulders forward, neck craning up and leveling a look upon Yahya. “Friend or Foe to Dragons, are you?”
Yahya shook his head. “No, the Komodo Dragons are no friend of mine.” Yahya’s thoughts drifted to one in particular for a moment before continuing. “Let’s continue. Are you a foreigner to these lands? Your people and wears don’t seem common around Zebuth.”
Tanu’han shook his head. “City is like that of Empire. Of Human construction. Buildings of metal and brick. Smoke in air hangs heavy. Washes away Winds. You beastmen people not unlike land of Reikland. As I hear and see.”
Yahya hummed in response. “And what is this land of Quetza like?”
Tanu’han hissed, dark ivory teeth flaring out. “I not be telling secrets to home. Foolish question.”
Yahya offered their hands in surrender. “I’m not asking for secrets. Just what it’s like. Temperature, how beautiful it may be. Friends and family if you have any over there.”
Tanu’han shook his head, hands falling into their lap. “Family is all of people. We are one, all Skinks, Saurians, Krox. Birthed together with small spawning, I was. Worked as one, under teachings for Old Ones by the Slann. City of Quetza… shiny. Great Pillars and Shrines stood tall. Walls built of strength and power. Moss and flora take lands, at one with Ziggurats.” For the first time, the stoic and sharp creature before the Black Devil seemed to soften at their own words. “See Quezta in over three hundred moons, I have not.”
Yahya leaned down, placing themselves into a sitting position onto the floor. Across from Tanu’han. His head still well overhead of the Skink. “Have you been in my lands for ‘three hundred moons’ as it were?”
The Skink Chief shook away their reminiscing thoughts, looking at the Beastar. “No. Only two. I had been travelling. Alone on a wind sailer. Sent to reach High Elves to talk. Make deals of trade.” Their padded hands clenched. “Was caught in Winds by Dead Spiral (3). Pulled into dark waters. Find myself washed upon shores of your city. Thought I had landed in Empire lands. Was mistaken upon seeing Beastmen hold city.”
“And what have you done since you've been here?” Yahya asked, hoping to uncover some information that wasn’t entirely confusing.
“I hide. I learn. I wait.” Tanu’han explained. “Watched as Beastmen and furred people walk. How they live.”
“During your first day, did you eat anyone?” Yahya pressed, fist rested upon the ground.
The Skink Chief shook his head. “Did not know where I was. Potential friend or foe city. Not make bad spot by eating one of its people. Waited until Bird Beastman ate and cried. Knock him out, then eat. Hunger of many moons found itself in me.”
Yahya nodded, standing back up and looking down upon the animal before him. “Your lack of knowledge about our laws here is quite evident. Despite that, you still held off on consuming anyone until someone else did it. A scapegoat, should you be responsible for an incident. Not a bad idea, if a bit crude. Tell me, do your people consume meat regularly? Or were you just desperate for something to eat?”
The Skink Chief tilted its head. Nostrils flared out, several sounds emanating from his throat. Tanu’han slowly took himself from the ground, their hunched form still dwarfed by the Sublime Beastar. “I smell of blood. As do you. Blood, flesh, within your palms. Just like mine. War and death in our hands. And we must eat to live.”
Yahya smirked. “You are not wrong. I’ve done things in the past to protect the citizens of this city. I’m sure you understand. After all, it’s why you’re in here right now. Considering you ate a citizen of Zebuth.”
“Dead have no actions upon remains.” The Skink Chief stated plainly. “Bird Beastman killed, I take what they did not.”
“So if you were to be killed, I could use you to fertilize my crops?” Yahya offered, a grin pulling to his features.
Tanu’han cackled, clicks within the Skink Chief’s throat accompanying the strange laugh.
“I not die without a good fight.”
::Thirty Minutes Later::
The Police Commissioner looked up from the documents on his desk. A familiar figure standing in the doorway to his office. “Ah, Sublime Beastar. How did it go? Were you able to discern anything of value from the lizard?”
Yahya closed the door behind him. Just himself and the Commissioner. “Hold him here for the night. Provide him some carnivore meals. I’ll arrange to have someone collect him by tomorrow.” The Black Devil explained succinctly, much to the Elephant’s surprise.
“Wait, just like that?” He stared in confusion at the dark horse. “Are you sure that is wise, considering his actions? And… what he is?”
Yahya nodded in confirmation. “Transfer all the documents on him to me by tonight. I’ll have my associates look over all the files we didn’t cover.”
“And the charges?” The Commissioner raised an eyebrow.
Yahya smiled with half a mouth. “It would be unfair to place an underaged foreigner in prison for a couple minor charges. I’ll cover their punishment, don’t worry.”
“Underaged?” The Commissioner stared at Yahya in surprise.
Yahya leveled a deep look of seriousness onto the Elephant in the room. “It would be easier for both of us if your department's copies on the bloodwork were misplaced as well, Commissioner. I hope you understand. I’ll keep the ones you send to me, but no other animal should be able to access the results of what we know. And make sure no one involved in the forensics talks about anything they saw, if they did. Wouldn’t do to get the city in a scramble over something like this.”
The Commissioner seemed to feel the weight of the words upon their shoulders. The determination in the dark horse’s voice echoed through the room, dancing in the Elephant’s large ears. A look washed across their face for a moment. Face set in conflict within themselves.
The Commissioner sighed deeply. “I’ll do my best, Sublime Beastar.”
“I expect nothing less.” Yahya nodded in finality, stepping out of the office, closing the door behind him.
Yahya made his way to the exit of the Police Station face set in deep resolve. Thoughts shifting behind their eyes at what they were involved in. A smirk found itself on Yahya’s face.
‘I guess I have a few calls to make. Maybe a few favors to pull too. After all, it’s not every day you get to have a conversation with a Prehistoric teenager.’
(1) Skinks in the Warhammer Old World Universe have a bend in their leg structure similar to Velociraptors allowing for greater mobility and long distance running/jumping.
(2) I feel like Devourings would have different levels of lawful persecution, like that of murder. It would make sense in a world where the occurrence is so common they have a term for it within society.
*1st Degree being the individual having been the killer and consuming the herbivore.
*2nd Degree being actively involved (aiding/abetting/restraining the victim) in the murder and consumption.
*3rd Degree being involved, but not committing any acts on the living herbivore, though still consuming the victim. (Being a spotter, tracking victim prior,etc)
*4th Degree consuming the flesh of a dead herbivore’s remains post Devouring, not involved in murder. (Basically showing up and eating leftovers).
(3) In the Great Ocean of the Warhammer Old World Universe, there are perilous storms, affected by the Winds of Magic and the torrents caused by natural anomalies. One is called the Galleon’s Graveyard, a whirlpool occupied by an Undead Faction of Pirates.
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