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| - Life in the wastelands of Tehktra Nui wasn’t easy. Every day was a face off with death. Every drop of water, every slice of food, had to be fought over. The heat was insupportable during the majority of the day, and at night it was blood-freezing. Still, some creatures thrived in that inhospitable habitat. A Nivawk hawk flew high above the dunes. Though the species to which it belonged naturally fed off of fish and small terrestrial Rahi, the current situation had lead that specimen to scavenging habits. Seeking out for dead Rahi was much easier and gave more profit than hunting fish. So it fixated its sight on the sand, waiting to see some rotting corpse. In the distance, it saw a shape between two small sand dunes. It was its lucky day. The Nivawk Hawk flew off to the location of the corpse, and landed next to it. It was a dead Nui-Jaga, the biggest it had seen in all its life, and a small, humanoid corpse laying next to it. The Nivawk hawk started eating the eyes of the Nui Jaga. They were the most nutritious part of a rotting corpse. After it was done with the eyes, it started breaking the mechanical exo-shell of the Nui-Jaga, and it finally arrived to the flesh inside. Maybe, if the Nivawk hadn’t been so concentrated in its feast, it would have noticed the sand shifting behind it, and a massive, fanged mouth erupting from behind, and swallowing the hawk whole…
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