Antonios smoke like form charged from the mouth of the den, a mighty roar erupting from his jaws, causing trees and other flora to bend to the side, clearing a path to the source of the distress howl, close behind him came five nightmare wolves, on their backs a few dozen Chamelemen, armed for battle, suddenly feeling a small presence on his back Antonio instinctively let out another roar of rage, to his time not only parting the forest, but cracking the ground, before a familiar Chameleman appeared in the side of his face, dressed in armor composed of various insects and a poisonous sword in hand " forgive my intrusive mount my lord but I must speak" spoken the small reptile.
"Then speak" grunted Antonio as he bounded over what at first glance was a fallen log, before it got up behind him and scurried away on six insectoid legs
"I have received reports from the hunting party you left to carry the hunt back to the den, they are the ones currently under attack, and it gets worse" he spoke, taking a steadying breath " the attackers in question, are humans"
Humans?, In his Forrest, attacking HIS slaves "well then......let's make sure we leave something to send back to wherever they came from, so they don't have the nerve to intrude on MY Forrest again" Antonio snarled as he broke the treeline to a familiar river, and there on the other side was the seven wolves of the hunting party, desperately dragging the cloud bison as stones and sticks were thrown at them, it was then that Antonio saw the attackers as the laughed at their little game.
They were four in number, all men, wearing rugged looking leather armor and brandishing even worse looking swords, and axes, their blades and hilts stained and rusted with blood, but what really surprised him was the creature one of them was riding, it appeared to resemble a naked mole rat, if they were the size of dump trucks that is, it's eyes were shut permanently by the harness it wore around it's face, a iron ring in its nose connecting to the rest of the bridle with one of the men holding the rains, sat stop the creatures back was a crude wooden platform with a few tarps and tents on its surface, barrels and various food items hanging from lines or lay out on the floor, then Antonio saw the cages hanging at the creatures sides, they had people in them, women, men even one or two children, all looking in pretty rough shape all with their hands bound to the wooden bars of the cages, these men were clearly slavers.
Not wasting any more time Antonio Let out a earth shaking roar, watching as all four humans looked up at the mighty beast before them, their eyes filling with fear as they each drew their weapons, their panic only growing as the four Nightmare wolves and their Chameleon riders broke the treeline, their bows and arrows may have been small, but the venom they used to make them was more than enough to bring down any beast if enough hit their mark. The hunting party let out a joyous whimper at the sight of their master, the chains of their collars rattling as they dropped the net filled with their prey and bounded over to his side, a few even going as far as to nuzzle and lick at his face and chest, he didn't stop them, after all they may have been slaves, but that didn't mean he treated them poorly, so after experiencing a beating thike they had just endured he wasn't going to neglect them comfort.
"Humans" he snarled, seeing their eyes widen as he spoke, taking fearful steps back, the mole rat like creature also becoming skittish at the sound of his growls
SKILL: Earth manipulation ACTIVE
yells of panic filled the woods as the three men on the ground began to sink into the earth the gravel of the riverbank becoming a fluid like quicksand "please spare me!" one cried, "we can pay you!" Screamed another "I can't die here!" Called the third, but Antonio didn't move, he didn't speak, he only watched, grinning as he drank in their fear before deciding to end it, scraping his claws along the gravel, singling his slaves to take their vengeance, hearing the wolves howl behind him before they all leaped across the river and stained the riverbank red, the chorus of screams and pain filled gargles filling the air, and so he watched, drinking in the satisfaction of cleansing his domain of it's intruders.