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VULTURE TRIBE
A massive gust of wind swept through the mud ground on the cliff of the vulture tribe. A pair of ash grey colored wings settled on his back as Victor shifted into his beastman form.
His knife-like silver grey eyes darted at his surrounding. Displeasure was clearly seen in his gaze. How could he not feel it? His entire tribe was brought down to debris. Stone houses and some of the straw huts were shattered. The single males of the vulture tribe normally resided in the stone caves on the cliff's peak, so the ones that stayed in those houses were females with their mates and hatchlings.