A shadow past..
Who: Zhaneel and YOU
Open: Yes
When: Backdated to the 25th (same day as insect monster has been sighted)
What: ZOMBIE GRYPHON
Where: Temple Grounds to as far as Ardel
There was a body behind one of the homes in Ardel, ripped beyond recognition but for the scattered remains of clothing the person had been wearing. It would be easy enough to think this another victim of the beast that had made itself known in Hande before disappearing further down the road into the Sabatier desert. However, this body was different and the look of the remains wasn't anything similar.
No, whatever had killed the man (woman?) had done so violently and with little regard for whatever his place had been. It had also taken the time to rip into the body and feed.
No one would have suspected the unassuming gryphon Zhaneel as being remotely capable of such killing. However, there was little enough left of the quit gryphon, her mind heated and crazed so no normal cognitive abilities remain. No, the virus has thoroughly infected the horse-sized construct and what it has left behind is nothing like the friend many have made. She had kept herself far too removed of late, and so no one could have seen the slow slip .. no one had seen the murderous intent in her cold eyes. Sentient, yes, but cold and with a hunger she had never known before in her life.
She shudders, pain wracking her body as she burns hotter than she ever has, muscles and veins aflame with the virus induced madness. With a scree she leaps and takes to the air, intent on one thing and one thing alone: killing.
Open: Yes
When: Backdated to the 25th (same day as insect monster has been sighted)
What: ZOMBIE GRYPHON
Where: Temple Grounds to as far as Ardel
There was a body behind one of the homes in Ardel, ripped beyond recognition but for the scattered remains of clothing the person had been wearing. It would be easy enough to think this another victim of the beast that had made itself known in Hande before disappearing further down the road into the Sabatier desert. However, this body was different and the look of the remains wasn't anything similar.
No, whatever had killed the man (woman?) had done so violently and with little regard for whatever his place had been. It had also taken the time to rip into the body and feed.
No one would have suspected the unassuming gryphon Zhaneel as being remotely capable of such killing. However, there was little enough left of the quit gryphon, her mind heated and crazed so no normal cognitive abilities remain. No, the virus has thoroughly infected the horse-sized construct and what it has left behind is nothing like the friend many have made. She had kept herself far too removed of late, and so no one could have seen the slow slip .. no one had seen the murderous intent in her cold eyes. Sentient, yes, but cold and with a hunger she had never known before in her life.
She shudders, pain wracking her body as she burns hotter than she ever has, muscles and veins aflame with the virus induced madness. With a scree she leaps and takes to the air, intent on one thing and one thing alone: killing.