The lone elven warrior wanders through the woods, the snow beading down on his face as he travels through the night. The roads of Sylvandar are safe enough that he does not usually make camp on his rounds. He is still a few hours from home, hiking along a stone path, one that is thick with ice and s...

The creature walks past the crowd, dragging the lower half of an unidentifiable being, ripped to shreds, and trailing entrails like a kitten and a caught string. The thing it s carrying was obviously very large, clawed and scaled, but no other features are present. It ignores the crowd, and leans ag...

The creature opened his blood caked eyes and looked down, the ruin of a bandit’s corpse was cradled in his arms, consumed, the flesh stripped from the bones, and the skin torn, and caught in his teeth. It does not remember what happened before, only the red mist of pain and hunger. Its stomach is fu...

The creature followed the shadow deeper into the cave. The cave was huge, with spiraling deep tunnels, and a stalactite filled maw that seemed to smile as the creature wedge its self into its marble hewn gullet. After following the shadow down into the tunnels, they came upon on circular room, with ...

The creature nods in vague understanding. "Kin eat the dead monsters like spike that spike kill yah?"

The creature pays no attention to the woman at all, and cocks its headways looking at the dallid.

"Only eat the already dead. Gabrial said so." the creature tries to say through a mouthful of twisted sharp teeth.

“Let’s try this on for size.” The elf says, clamping down the thick heavy steel collar on the neck of the creature they had dubbed the Witcheater. The collar was made of thick tempered cast iron, so heavy that not even the creature with its mighty strength and terrible rending claws could break it. ...

The creature finishes devouring the meat on the bone, consuming the femur with a wet snap and the slam of jaws. Then he stands, his reverse knees tipping his slightly forward like a tsunataour.

"Shiny one smells like meat too. Magic meat." The creature rumbles, sniffing at the Dallid.

"Elf tastes like meat.Elf smells like best meat" The creatures says, licking its cracked lips with the razor sharp tongue. There are two rows of teeth back their, like a sharks, and bits of bone, gristle and flesh can be seen jammed and rotting between the bone knives of its jawline.

"Karakus? Side?" The creature says in a low rumbling tone. and proceeds to bite the toes off the troll foot, the long gnarled nails cracking in its teeth like children with hard candy.

The creatures holds out one big toe in his palm out to Alteriz , like a reward.

the creature watches the old man make his hand motions towards the door. It leans in an sniffs the man's hands and the tangle of wings twitches. The creature uses his teeth to peel the skin of the troll leg, thick and hairy like a dirty dishrag, as blood and tissue spat onto the cold marble floor in...

"you smell like meat too." the creature says, his tongue flicking back and forth.

The creature nuzzles his meat Popsicle and growls in a low tone, like the sound of rocks being crushed in the distance.

"Meat."

the corner is filled with the snapping of wet bone, as the creature breaks the troll's kneecap in his teeth. rivers of bone meal and soft marrow spill out on the sides of its mouth.

the nine hundred pound gargoyle steps in to the building, dragging a giant bleeding troll arm so fresh the skin around the arm-shoulder joint is still slioghtly regenerating. It makes a bloody striek across the floor as the thing stomps into a corner and Perch/sits , his tail slamming against the st...