The shriek was audible even over the rumble of thunder and the gusting winds, and Hadama turned his head to find the source of the unsettling sound. The Gore Crow was an unexpected sight, but the vampire gourd it perched upon was even more so. The large man considered the pair thoughtfully as the crow fed upon its prey and then swept his gaze around the darkened plain.
In the flash of another stab of lightning across the clouds the grasses were illuminated and now he did see the gathering pack... herd... bushel?? of fanged orange flesh and hot ember eyes. "Hmm. I am a friend of Fangorn," he tried first; the clever companion was his only previous experience with the species, but as a small pair of particularly brave pumpkins started bouncing aggressively towards him he suspected they weren't impressed with his credentials.
"Very well." He swept his trident up and around into a defensive position, prepared to impale any gourd that came too close.
Danta, meanwhile, would find his position on the ground had drawn his own little pack of admirers who seemed undeterred by his current meal as they sidled closer, softly cackling as they prepared to pounce!
In the flash of another stab of lightning across the clouds the grasses were illuminated and now he did see the gathering pack... herd... bushel?? of fanged orange flesh and hot ember eyes. "Hmm. I am a friend of Fangorn," he tried first; the clever companion was his only previous experience with the species, but as a small pair of particularly brave pumpkins started bouncing aggressively towards him he suspected they weren't impressed with his credentials.
"Very well." He swept his trident up and around into a defensive position, prepared to impale any gourd that came too close.
Danta, meanwhile, would find his position on the ground had drawn his own little pack of admirers who seemed undeterred by his current meal as they sidled closer, softly cackling as they prepared to pounce!
