Thunder roars and lighting flashes to reveal the damp terrain of the outskirts.
The muddy streets of ancient broken down structures and soggy moss that grows on all the shrubbery makes the already mysterious world a little bleaker.
Bubbles shadow flashes with another lightening strike, revealing her small robust frame perched atop a tall tree.
She is stalking her prey.
A coat of colorful patchy fur sits atop her shoulders and the rest of her body is covered in a skin tight neon pink suit.
Her mouth is muzzled like the rest of the cravers and her eyes blend into the darkness of night to hide any trace of where her gaze follows.
A lone glutton, GT2, is slowly walking through the forest, its wings tucked under its full plump belly.
It's lizzard like body sways as its legs trudge through the soggy terrain and it's tongue flicks out periodically as a nervous tick.
It senses the danger it is in.
