Ouroboros Spine The end is only the Beginning

She had happened upon him just a moment too late — he had been rifling through a cache long left exposed and untended by the former keepers of the Spine. He was bolting long before she had come barrelling out of the undergrowth after him, a vicious snarl punctuating the ambient din of the world around him. He was a dark fellow, almost as inky and as a dark as she was herself, if not for the fact that the dirt and grime of travel clung to him. And the closer she got to him, the more she noticed the scars that littered his frame... and the thought of adding to them had entered her mind as she moved to sink her teeth into the first thing she could get a hold of.

This wayfarer would regret his mistake, if he survived.