"The civilization I once knew is in utter devastation. Our own leadership made an ultimate betrayal, for they permitted our life's end. They had caused that the Creegian spread over all the face of our planet. I witnessed my brethren become their terrible hosts... feral shells of themselves. Yet, I'm on that same path. Feeling its thorns stab through my chest and into my heart, living through my own slow, painful conversion. But it is a sacrifice I'd rather suffer, than to watch a beloved face become what I soon will be. But each passing day I forget her more and more. The only thing that remains of that angel, is the recollection of that I knew she was my beloved... and that this was my sacrifice for them."

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Baren wastelands encircled a former civilization, winds howled by and ashes passed over. A malformed figure watching as the suns descended behind the horizon. No time was worse than this, for this was the beginning of another skirmish. The remaining leaderships would send their Hunters, their mercenaries, to commence a hastened siege.
Only to have what remained of Creegian infected to be rounded up and exported someplace distant. To evidently breed more ravenous beasts.

Only to also bring Vistese civilians, young and elderly, to be subjected to slaughter or infection. That was the source of the watcher's conversion... captured and subjected to infection. For several months, they were the only sane Vistese in that cage. Though unbothered seeing that figure resisting, these abominable beasts appeared to wait patiently, inviting him to give in.

For several months, they held on for their dear life. But it was barely fruitful, for a half portion of his body from head to feet corroded with a Creegian likeness. Thr veins in the portion shown forth in violet hue. Whilst the pigment descended into a darkest blue on said side. From said portion also, thorns of varying and terrible grandeur sprouted.

The toes of a foot were no more than just two inward facing hooked talons. There had been no previous experience of such excruciating pains in his lifetime! Only recently, some week prior, something had caused that the walls of the enclosure crumbled. Causing that those completely lost in themselves to scour and mutilate guarding Hunters.
Taking no part in such a massacre, the figure fled. Never peering back. Only to now be amidst a broken city... watching as the suns now submerge behind a baren landscape.

Left in darkness, a surge of gnashing teeth and the merest patters of steps rumbled gradually like a wave from about the city. Later in the time of darkness, gentle hums emerge over head until the faintest of silhouettes swing down.

Hunters!

With swiftness, the resistor quickly found themselves opposing six. With one of them ramming their feet upon his chest, resulting in him tumbling back into a wall. Only moments later as it seemed like, they had come to the realization the suns had emerged over the skies once more. Not long after this, felt something foreign and chewy within their mouth.

Holding up a hand before his lips, they spat out what once seemed a mere gelatinous object. But came upon the sight of a Vistese ocular and even a portion of an organ! Striken with racing thoughts and inability to look away for an eternal moment. They force his gaze to peer back... only being welcomed to a massacred Vistese corpse.

A great blanket of ill feelings did he feel loom atop their head caused by immense grief. Enabling that he may have will to once more to look away and flee. Zooming passed building after building without rest, even when reaching the city's outskirts, his retreat hindered not.

Several hours pass, but still he attempted to run. To flee. Letting not the constant wrath of the suns of the...