Eden - The Horde

The next instalment of

Eden

The Horde

Brood Master

Head up , he stared at the starry mantle of his empty eye sockets . The moon was full , and her pale light bathed the clearing. The shadow of dead trees traced long, sharp lines. There he was, standing on a rock in the middle of nowhere, arms outstretched , begging some obscure and evil deities . Three lycals rested at his feet.

Two humanoids with precise movements slowly and carefully searched the clearing. Their bodies were atrocious under putrid . Skin flaps hanging down , revealing here and there pieces of bloody flesh .
Lying on the ground , the young man was watching them. He dared not move , not even blink. Fear paralysed . Within the convoy , had spoken well of him this rumour, these beings able to impose their will degenerate creatures harmful hints of the ancient world. But until now, this was for him a story to scare children and that haunted their sleep. Now he saw it with his own eyes , it had become a waking nightmare .
Being on the rock turned. His blind eyes came to rest where hid the conveyor. Immediately and as one man , the other creatures raised their heads . They stood up and began to move toward the intruder.
The young man knew he had to flee. But fear the terrassait , his body refused to obey . It took a superhuman effort to get up.
A cracking behind him. He turned and saw a figure silhouetted in the moonlight . She stepped forward , revealing a face without expression. Cold and determined. He was trapped.

Sigujana stopped his march . His muscles tensed and his fingers tightened on his long staff . He closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath. Felindra Fathead Tigris and Abama Grand Ventre, who accompanied him in the dead forest , looked at him curiously. They knew that the old wizard was linked to the essence of nature and at that moment he felt a disturbance.
After a few seconds Sigujana opened his eyes . The other two Bamaka approached , eager to hear his wise words.

- Let us hasten to turn back, my companions. Two avengers are nearby.

A terrible cry of fear and pain sounded in the distance.

Beastmaster

Chitinous Hound

Lycals

Mireling

Bloody Degenerate

It is nestled in a corner of the house , clutching her belly against a small blue teddy bear. His faded dress and torn in places tremble in unison with her ​​chills. Shivering with fear. Alone in the dark room dotted with relics of old put on the dirty floor. Only in this old building built during the golden age of human civilisation . Alone in the world . And we're hungry ...

His mother lying face against earth below . The worn carpet drinks his blood with greed, tinting is a thick and glossy red. The torn throat, his brother seems to sleep in the dusty chair. His father ran off , pursued by monsters in a desperate flight. To survive. And also, perhaps, to get away from her daughter. He always runs elsewhere. But no need to hurry , he leaves behind the best tracks. That of fear , the recognisable smell of a thousand. It will eventually fall , exhausted. He would attempt to defend himself with his ridiculous weapon. But we are more numerous. And we're hungry ...

Degenerates