They walked about in the early morning, the fog clinging to their elongated legs like a second skin as they headed out from the centre of Marshland Manor to find food. As usual they went off in pairs, preferring to be many small targets instead of weak individuals or a cumbersome herd that could easily miss smaller prey.
As it was early autumn the cold was only just starting to come in, following the morning fog with chillier winds and the faintest hints of golden amber were flitting through the nearby trees. Though their feet had long since adapted to the constant presence of water they still preferred the summer and to let the warmth soak through their leathery skin, speeding their movements with its life.
Today we follow Lucia and Eva briefly, the sisters who had a set route that they took much unlike the rest of the family group. It was dangerous to do so but they were young, foolish and more concerned with racing frogs than killing and eating them. They had no idea that the nearby villagers several miles from their marshland home had been monitoring their route and laying traps wherever they could. The girls never saw it coming.
Their deaths were felt by the rest of the family group who darted back to the safety of Marshland Manor to plan their next move. Though the old mansion was mostly submerged with only the uppermost level peeping above the surface they all agreed that it was still accessible enough to a human. A plan was set into motion to prevent further deaths to the family.
Several miles away in the typically quaint village of Newton Bittlesby, several of the fishermen returned with a cart full of green overlapping limbs, the girl's heads had already been severed and were now proudly shaken about by their killers. It was cause for a celebration as they figured out how to best preserve the heads of the monsters that had haunted the otherwise empty marshes for almost a hundred years.
As it was early autumn the cold was only just starting to come in, following the morning fog with chillier winds and the faintest hints of golden amber were flitting through the nearby trees. Though their feet had long since adapted to the constant presence of water they still preferred the summer and to let the warmth soak through their leathery skin, speeding their movements with its life.
Today we follow Lucia and Eva briefly, the sisters who had a set route that they took much unlike the rest of the family group. It was dangerous to do so but they were young, foolish and more concerned with racing frogs than killing and eating them. They had no idea that the nearby villagers several miles from their marshland home had been monitoring their route and laying traps wherever they could. The girls never saw it coming.
Their deaths were felt by the rest of the family group who darted back to the safety of Marshland Manor to plan their next move. Though the old mansion was mostly submerged with only the uppermost level peeping above the surface they all agreed that it was still accessible enough to a human. A plan was set into motion to prevent further deaths to the family.
Several miles away in the typically quaint village of Newton Bittlesby, several of the fishermen returned with a cart full of green overlapping limbs, the girl's heads had already been severed and were now proudly shaken about by their killers. It was cause for a celebration as they figured out how to best preserve the heads of the monsters that had haunted the otherwise empty marshes for almost a hundred years.
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