Thread: The Light and the Dark in the Soul (Anaeria and razerwing)

And how will your...President, react to this? He is your king, or an equivalent to one. Her words more polite, she resumed her nude human form slowly, growing tired of speaking telepathically to them. The young wolf yipped and bowed his front, wanting to play more and she turned her head to peer at the young one, and the female human he'd chosen to want to play with, then smiled and nodded slowly, speaking to one and all. So long as you leave your weapons here and remain within fifty feet of the forest, I can guarantee you safety at least. A short, brisk clenching of her fist brought thick stones up from underneath the greenery under her feet in a ring around the forest itself to mark the boundary, the stones reaching to about hip height before they stopped rising from the earth. She was beginning to tire now, the last few hours wearing on her until she had to prevent herself from yawning by putting two fingers to her mouth and whistling. The sound was shrill, but not alarming in that it called forth several species of the more polite, gentle creatures within the forest boundaries who had been watching fearfully. Then she turned to Boyd with all seriousness. The creatures are called Rathgnarls, vicious beasts with no souls, no sense of self and only unending apetites for flesh. They reproduce quickly, every seven days or so with a clutch of eggs settled into the carcass of any large animal that they can find, the young hatch within two days, and feed on the meat until they are big enough to catch their own food. In the Dark Space they were limited to how much they could eat and breed, but here....if there are more of these...cities, full of humans, they will have an unending breeding ground. And I know at least a dozen came through with the forest when the Seals on it snapped. And they aren't in the Forest anymore, they escaped as soon as the sunlight hit the trees, afraid of it....I do not know where they went. Her voice was bleak as she added the last bit of information, then Sent them all an image of the creatures she spoke of. Standing at around six and a half feet tall, the things were grey in colour, with thick tails and muscles that bulged. Vaguely humanoid, they resembled gargoyles in that they were hairless, had sharp teeth, claws and talons meant for rending and catching prey, their noses non-existent other than as something like a smushed in pigs' nose. Beady eyes were all but useless and glowed red twenty-fourseven. And they were winged. Enormous bats' wings, mostly without tears though some could have small ones, the beasts were hideous and bloodthirsty, a short series of images of how they hunt following the still image of the beasts, shown directly to the minds of those nearest her as well as the explanation of their feeding and breeding habits. I do not consider humans to be useful very often...if anything they were the cause of my imprisonment for the last thousand years, so I have no reason to trust any of your species....but I will try. I may not be the best of beings to get along with but...hopefully this will not all end in blood and tears. Her tone was slightly warmer as she switched to speaking aloud, and she smiled for a moment before her magics unravelled slowly, the web of magic she'd used to keep an 'eye' on things shifting back to the stones and becoming visible as a sort of luminous bubble, easily moved through though not hazardous to anyone.