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A blood curdling scream echoes across the farm, the nearby cattle continue to graze in their ignorrance. The girl, no more than twenty grabs onto Syran's arms which are firmly wrapped around her frail figure. Her life is ebbing away now as her precious lifeforce is drained away by the carnivorous creature.
He was going to leave her enough to survive, but her desperate screams followed by his bloodlust got the better of him. He finished her to the last drop. Syran had been particularly hungry, the Sundarian guard had been repositioned in areas near the crossroads because of some of his activity. He was very much alone outside the deep halls of the Necropolis, having already been forgotten once by history, and again as a monster.
The lifeless corpse of the girl is discarded as one would discard trash to the ground. He flees, with the subtle confidence that few could stop him anyway. He traverses the roads and heads towards Aquor and the treacherous passes into Icewind Dale. His feeding has given him renewed energy, and now he has plans... he will find a way to create his own progency, even though the Dark Advent kept that ability from him.
He was going to leave her enough to survive, but her desperate screams followed by his bloodlust got the better of him. He finished her to the last drop. Syran had been particularly hungry, the Sundarian guard had been repositioned in areas near the crossroads because of some of his activity. He was very much alone outside the deep halls of the Necropolis, having already been forgotten once by history, and again as a monster.
The lifeless corpse of the girl is discarded as one would discard trash to the ground. He flees, with the subtle confidence that few could stop him anyway. He traverses the roads and heads towards Aquor and the treacherous passes into Icewind Dale. His feeding has given him renewed energy, and now he has plans... he will find a way to create his own progency, even though the Dark Advent kept that ability from him.