Old Guards
We do not die.
These are our lands. They are slowly dying. We need to feed.
Pity those who
cross our lands. They won’t have long to live. We can’t help it. We have to eat.
It is how we live.
There is an
intrusion. Three of them. All human. All damned. They smell so… unholy.
They came into
our land. This is not allowed. They have to suffer for their actions. Their
scent will feed us alone. They should not be here. But that smell…
We caught them.
All of them. We smell her on them.
“What shall we
do with them?”
“Kill them!”
“Eat them!”
“We can’t! She
will know!”
“She will know!”
“She will know!”
“But they
trespassed onto our lands.”
“Our lands.”
“Our lands.”
“If they die,
there will be a war.”
“There is
already a war coming.”
“War is coming.”
“War is coming.”
“War is coming!”
“She won’t
notice.”
“But she will.”
“We have to deal
with them now.”
“Deal with them
now.”
“Deal with them
now.”
“Deal with them
now.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed.”
“I have just the
thing.”
We are the lords of this land. No one is allowed to cross. Those who do will not leave with their lives. These three are no exception. We will take action now. We shall punish them. We will kill them.