The sky overhead was thick with dark clouds, it hid the stars that would have been shining bright and blunting even the bright rays of the moon. The air was had a foul hint of evil, as swirls of faint mist seem to crawl out from the very ground. An eerie howl could be heard followed by the baying of wolves as if in answer.
A large black shaped figure flew above the treetops, as silent as the evening wind, leaving a cold chill to those that was touched by its shadow. Enormous bat-like wings spread wide as it continued on towards its goal. A company of bats followed along in a frenzy, their squeaking sound heralding the one whom they followed.
The smaller orcs from the camp looked up, pointing towards the incoming creatures. Wázrárz came out from his tent as he heard the sound of wings. And a few moments later the winged shadow melted into a human-like form. Clearly a female form that sneered coldly at the orc captain. The large orc was not moved, though the smaller orcs of his battalion were clearly disturbed by the female’s presence.
“It took you long enough to return,” Wázrárz growled in greeting as he glowered at the vampire.
Her cold and empty laughter filled the air.
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