At last. At long last. His already-formidable strength had been boosted even more. Now, it was time to test it out. And, knowing Forza Del Male, it was only natural for him to test this strength out on some innocent creature walking past on the shore.
In other words - it was training time. And he knew the exact spot to do it at.
As the werebetta's 25-foot form cut effortlessly through the water, he wondered at his choice to boost up his power at the Dead Coast. Probably, the decision came from his already-having-visited Jawan, and the slynx he had almost made dinner out of there. Finding such fodder insufficient, he figured that there'd be tougher creatures at the Dead Coast. Ones that could actually put up a fight.
And he loved a good fight. Heck, he had heard tell that he existed for only one purpose - to hunt down and kill others, to fight to his very last breath. Not that he minded that purpose.
Ah, now he was here. He took a sharp turn right to avoid beaching himself on the sand - and also to avoid getting himself noticed by any potential prey. Sadly, at the moment no one was passing by. Not even a Palmie.
He snorted. If he played his cards right, that'd change soon enough....
((If anyone wants to join this at all, I'd prefer only 1, active person who role-plays decently.))