Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-25975584-20161102031236

The Sunbeasts lock  onto the smell of the prey of prey, the enemy of enemies. The blackest of all servants of chaos, and evil... those who betrayed Aether, and his children. They begin to head towards the foul stench, the stain on reality. The Great Hunt, sign that the Times of Strife have returned, commences in earnest. The beasts attack everything remotely related to chaos they can find, in a righteous frenzy. Even those beasts bonded to masters begin to grow restless...

(This alright?)