With the idea of a potentially powerful monster in his rank, Alros made his way into the area, ready to confront, and if possible, beat and capture the monsters.
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A loud growl escaped its throat as it looked at it's surrounding. It inhale the scent of the swamp, his home, his birthright. Yet, as he did so, he smell the repugnant smell of another human.
He had killed many that dared to pass his turf, most of it being humans, as well as some being that looked human but don't smell like one. In the end, if they step into his territory, he will make sure they will not leave.
It stalk towards the origin of the scent, ready to maul another man.
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"Well, looks like I find the abode of the monster," Alros said to himself, looking at the chamber under the tree, built inside bottom of the tree, an opening that can only be found between the large roots.
