The Herds

[shade]

Kirsdarke stalked around the outer enclosure, looking for a succulent elf to suck on, for he was slightly peckish. He observed the herds, seeing that they were all properly docile. Kirsdarke saw an elf, beautifully plump, and leaped over the fence, smiling coldly as he silently merged on course with the prey. He smiled as the prey shrank back in horror, then darted forward, fangs extended toward the pitiful elf's neck. As the blood pumped into his mouth, he inwardly sighed with contention.

[Sephyless Pullman]

'Mar flew in silently behind him, landing with a soft crunch of dying grass beneath his feet. His hood kept his face covered, all except his red eyes reflecting the moonlight off, filtering it into a blood red color. "You never were one for stealth, were you?" he said matter-of-factly. "You're quite messy, not to mention barbaric."