If one had been near the area, they would have seen and felt the disturbance. It was an unknown power, one of great magnitude that seemed to drip with malice. Near a small grove of trees outside of La’marri was the source of this strange power disruption. Runes of strange origin had begun to burn themselves onto the trees, runes of dark purple and glowing white centres. Slowly a strange lightning began to flash, arcing between the trees and skittering along the bark surface. There was a final flash of light, and that was it. The runes turned black, and the lightning disappeared completely, leaving the crumpled form of a strange creature.
Sleek black skin covered its bone structure, strong sinewy legs stretched for a moment and athletic arms spread out. Long thin claws were attached to the hands, gripping into the ground as the creature pushed itself up. A long tail whipped around fiercely as glowing yellow eyes scanned the vicinity. It had a flat face, mostly lipless for that matter, with slits for ears and a nose. Elongated fangs dripped a greenish blue substance on the ground as it yawned, showing off a spear like tongue for only a moment.
The creature looked around at the grove of trees, at the twenty or so smouldering runes that littered the area. They had used some powerful magic to expel him from the Abyssal realm, to send him to...where exactly had he been sent? He had travelled to a few realms before, entering a mortal plane of life to feed off the energy of others, and then returning to the Abyss…but this place…it was different. He had to get his bearings, how many suns did this place have?
Eyes looked skyward, towards the burning sphere above him. One sun it seemed, this was good. It looked like it was inhabited by rather smart creatures, and he could smell magic in the air, as well as other things. Perfect. He began to stalk forward, trying to follow the Ley lines of magic, and towards the source of strange sounds in his ears. Slipping into busy he sat on his hind quarters, watching this collection of domiciles and the like. Humanoids seemed to wander the streets of this town. Thank the Nether they weren’t a primitive race at least.
Now the only real question was…how to go about all this. It was daytime, and there were people out, which meant that the people weren’t nocturnal. This was good. Darkness was an excellent time for him to move and feast. For now he would just have to design a layout of this town in his mind and look for the best place to attack. They all reeked of magic; there wouldn’t be a need to pick a particular target. He just needed something to feast on, to replenish his strength. Any one of the fools would do. A simple bite to the neck and it would be all over. He could stay no doubt in this town for maybe a good two days, sucking the magic from one mage until they got suspicious, then ran like Hell to somewhere else.
Yes. This was going to be good indeed.