The first of the shadows reached the edge of the village. It barreled right through the wooden side of a house, which made a thunderous crack in the silent of the night.
Sounds of surprise, followed by those of struggle, erupted from the house. Some of the neighboring shades opened their doors to peer out into the street to see what the fuss was about, and more of the shadows swiftly made their way towards the easy targets. The shades that didn't react fast enough were slaughtered in their own doorways, while the faster and stronger ones either began running away from the shadows, or ended up wrestling with the things.
Phalarax didn't like the scene. Despite his violent nature, something seemed…wrong. These didn't seem like any natural wolves he’s seen before, and he had seen a lot during the course of his service to his lord.
“Lord…what’ssss wrong with thissss picture?”
The shadow didn't move at all. A grumble answered, “I’m... not sure. This worries me greatly.”
Before Phalarax could ask what his patron meant by the comment, the shadow took to the sky with a beat of its massive wings.
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Koreth Tosir had awakened in the middle of the night to the sounds of fighting in the streets. The young shade had risen from his meager bed, scratching his back and grumbling to himself about damn drunks and their annoying fighting.
His room wasn’t big at all, just like anyone else’s room in Egrissa was. All he had was a straw bed, a dresser, and a trunk in which he had kept his belongings in. His room didn't even have windows, which made peering out into the night all the more easier.
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^
^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^
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