ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
The dark clouds quickly poured over the town square with unnatural speed, turning the bright sky as dark as a heavy storm. From the dark clouds, a sinister vortex opened and from it a swarm of black bats flies out of the vortex and each one lands on the ground and forms into a monstrous hybrid of a bat and a human. Each one having red eyes, a mouth full of razor sharp fangs and black leathery skin. In the middle of the Fledglings, a swarm of mosquito exits the vortex and forms into the monster Masqui. The general populous reaction to this was mixed, with some immediately running, some approaching to get a better look, and many not knowing what to do at the arrival of the newcomers.
Masqui looks around at the dozens of hundreds of hapless victims that he will harvest. With a shrieking laugh Masqui addresses his Fledgling minions. "Fledgelings, let these mortals serve their purpose! Bring the Queen their blood!" He shouts and the Fledgelings got to work, charging at the civilians and biting into their necks and wrists, draining them of their blood. They were not killing them, as what sentient creature would immediately cull the herd. Once the Fledgelings took what they needed, they ran to they next civilian and began draining them. Masqui walked around and laughed. "What great harvest! No shortage here and no rangers to interfere!" He laughed out as his tongue shot out a dozen feet and drains a running man of his blood. Unlike the Fledgelings, who only drained their victims to the point of unconsciousness, Masqui had no problem with draining his victims until they were nothing but a cold husk.
Masqui looks around at the dozens of hundreds of hapless victims that he will harvest. With a shrieking laugh Masqui addresses his Fledgling minions. "Fledgelings, let these mortals serve their purpose! Bring the Queen their blood!" He shouts and the Fledgelings got to work, charging at the civilians and biting into their necks and wrists, draining them of their blood. They were not killing them, as what sentient creature would immediately cull the herd. Once the Fledgelings took what they needed, they ran to they next civilian and began draining them. Masqui walked around and laughed. "What great harvest! No shortage here and no rangers to interfere!" He laughed out as his tongue shot out a dozen feet and drains a running man of his blood. Unlike the Fledgelings, who only drained their victims to the point of unconsciousness, Masqui had no problem with draining his victims until they were nothing but a cold husk.