Harbingers

09-27-2009, 11:16 PM

"Mama?" Silence, except for a slight creaking in the barn. The young girl shivered and eyed the full moon fearfully. She had been told of werewolves coming out when the moon was full. Not only those frightening beasts, but the living corpses too; the vampyres.

She stole a few quick glances about the tattered yard before running from the front door, to the swinging doors of the old barn. Everything was dark inside, save a few rays of moonlight shining in. Silence again. "Mama? Papa?" she called out into the blackness. No answer. Wait. The girl could here the whisper of wings shifting. "Papa?" The girl skittered forward then stopped, confusion flooding her face. The ground was wet. Muddy. Thick. She scuffled backwards, lifting her foot under the moonlight to see what she had stepped in. It was a dark, rusty color. Blood.

The girls eyes widened as she jumped at a sound coming from the rear of the barn. Something was shifting its feet. Or dragging them. She wasn't sure. It was too hard to see. "Mama? Papa? Is that you?" Tears came to her eyes; she couldn't stand the fear any longer. "Why aren't you answering me?" Finally, an answer, but not from the two she was searching for.

"Poor pet... Poor sweet thing..." It was a raspy voice. There was the sound of feet and the sound of something dripping onto the ground. After a few steps, something sounded like it was being dragged. "All alone with no one left..." The voice then cackled. There was a sound of wings again. "Are you scared, my poor pet...?" The girl backed up against the barn door, only...it was now closed. She could not scream, she didn't know why. Something kept her from it.

The thing that spoke to her from the darkness finally made it into the little bit of light given. It was quite a fright. Its skin, an ashy white, a wild mass of hair poked out from about its head, its eyes...were like a cats, thin slits for pupils. It's mouth which was curved into a dangerous smile held an array of pointed teeth. Two great black wings like that of a crow's stretched and curved over it. Its hands and feet were clawed with talons like that of a hunting bird. This creature was nothing like the werewolves or the vampyres. It continued moving until it stood merely two feet away from the girl. Cocking its head to the side and giving a dry cackle, it spoke again. "Hush pet... It will be over soon... You'll see them again..."

At that moment the sound of flapping wings sounded as three more of those creatures pounced on the girl and ate her flesh.

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There is a new player in the war of the night creatures: the Macotti. Known as 'fallen angels' or 'crow demons' they eat flesh of any kind so long as it is warm and filled with blood. They hold much more bloodlust than the werewolves or vampyres, and they do not fear their presence being known.

Will the vampyres and werewolves join forces to drown out this new enemy? Or will their hate end them both?

[Under Construction :: Be patient]