User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom Exploration/@comment-30014014-20170212173515/@comment-30014014-20170212194546

"Interesting fauna around here", he whispers as he continues to walk with the folded wanted post on his sleeveless hand. Noting the falling star of the day, he stops and looks around. His gaze then turns straight as he unfolds the paper, as well as a singular shell. An empty one. "Now...", he mutters to himself "...hopefully, this should bring me to him, seeing it's from the last time we fought".

He places the shell over the portrait.Soon enough, the page turns completely black with a searing red dot in the middle. The man seeks out the nearest tree and climbs on it to get a general view of the fauna. From there, he brands the page as high as his arm will allow him. Black ink falls off the page on the soil before beginning to jump from tree to tree. It's darkened essence slithers under the cover of the impending night to a certain direction.

"So, he literally went south in here. Very well, a rest for the night, I'm sure he won't be too far ahead". The man drops down in a slide from the tree and sets down a scroll. He puts his hand on the insignia of a tent and soon enough, black ink pours from the unrolled paper. It begins taking the shape of equipment such as a tent, a small stack of wood, a cooking pit and a small water container.

The man spends an hour preparing his supply as food cooks inside a cauldron over a black flame tinted with red sparks inside. He sits on a log, waiting for his meal to finalize. Ink surrounds the small camp site.