You were woken by an impact on your head.

Your first response was to scramble back, reeling from the impact to the centre of your head. Pain exploding from the centre of your head.

Immediately your eyes snapped opened to take in your opponent, the heat of surging within you as you opened your mouth and hissed. Warning it to back off.

Unfortunately, the hiss had little effect, doing nothing to stop it as it advanced into your little shelter. So, in response, you responded to with a swipe of the claw.

A swipe that was less than useful, since it went straight over its head, it having moved it down before the impact, and left you op-*slap*.

You stopped, not quite understanding what had just happened, and stared at the empty eyes of the thing that just hit your face with its open claw. It had barely even scratched your scales.

Then you burst forward, tearing and clawing with tooth and claw at the creature that ambushed you, trying your best to rip it apart. Only for it to proceed to dodge each and every attempt you made, dodging your attacks by the barest margins, and replying to each with an open claw hit. None of the hits truly did anything to you, but they stoked the heat burning inside you.

Eventually though, it did slow down, mouth open and dripping as it panted, but that did little to help you as it, somehow, still managed to duck and twist around each and every one of your attacks.

All while not relenting in its ineffectual, yet infuriating, retaliations.

However, it couldn't do it forever as, after some more dodging and slapping, it finally failed to dodge one of your attacks.

It extended it's front limb to attack you once again and failed to retract it in time and your attack tore through its foreleg, claws shearing apart the flesh. The blow sent it tumbling, blood spewing from the stump, letting you rush forward and pin it with a bite – preventing it from being able to get away.

Which you, apparently, didn't need to do.

As it turns out, a singular hit from you after the pining was more than enough to immediately kill it. Which was… it left you unsatisfied. Especially with how much effort it had required to slay.

But regardless, it was dead and you now had, only slightly mutilated, food available for when you got hungry.


[Annoying 'dodge god' lizard killed] (Plus) 14 XP gained

You've reached Level 5 ((Plus) 1 to all stats)

[Claws] (Plus) 1 Level - [3/10]

[Scale armour] (Plus) 1 Level - [2/10]

Gained passive skill [Claw combat]

[Hunger: Over-stuffed - Full]

Day 1 (3/3 - 2/3)


With the lizard dead and stowed, you take a moment to just open your maw and breathe. Letting the exhaustion fade from your body.

Once that was done though, you dragged yourself out of the shelter and looked back at it.

It would not do, as this event had clearly demonstrated. Which mean that you'll need to find a new shelter.

A task you got to immediately as you, ignoring the sting from the bloody crater in your head, grabbed the dead body by the tail and set out.

And you passed many possible locations, some you would even consider good. Yet, in the end, none of them seemed to be good enough for your instinct. Almost all of them either too exposed or not large enough to be good.

So you kept going and going, all while dragging the along the corpse with your teeth. Even as the trees around you began to slowly change from large black pillars to pillars with hints of colours.

Then, you finally you reached it just as you were tiring.

The perfect spot.

A tree taller than all the ones around it, with just the right amount and colour of leaves to hide you and enough branches to support you, and your foods, weight.

You wasted no time to climb up into it.


Climbing the tree, your new shelter, wasn't hard.

In fact it was actually quite easy with how easily your claws dug into the bark.

No, the actually hard, or at least tiring, part was getting the rather heavy pile of flesh up there with you. As, while easily carryable on the ground, it was an entirely different thing to climb a tree while carrying it.

In the end however, you managed to get it up there, in spite of how tiring it was. Slinging the dead weight onto a particular tangle of branches once you got it up there.

Only to then face a new problem, in the fact that your stomach was already beginning to feel empty due to the exertion...

Which really wasn't much of a problem, with what you'd just dragged up her with yourself.

However, as you began tearing into the meat, a feeling grew inside you. A feeling that grew as you ate more and more of the body, until it finally reached the point where it caused you to stop eating. Not because of any pain or discomfort, but because the feeling of not knowing when you'd next get to eat anything was telling you to save some of it for later.

Still, you ate half of what you had – enough to leave you satisfyingly full. So you simply listened to the feeling and went to sleep completely full.

Your instincts content with your new shelter.