Kelvin
Yakaiyo was a master of stealth - that much was definite, given she had survived so long in her field of work. As she made her way through the nightly forest in muted steps, the screams that had incited her to enter ceased. They were replaced by another sharp sense - blood. She was not a vampire, nor was she a beast, yet that kind of blood was all too familiar. It was that of high silnari, the type she had spilled plenty of. The vicinity seemed quiet, too quiet even - until it wasn't.
A squeaky voice echoed through the forest inaudibly. If the killer decided to follow it, she'd soon find the source. Yakaiyo would travel onward for a few minutes, until her boot sank into a puddle. A puddle of blood.
The abhorrent stench of death violated her senses. It would be difficult to tell what lied ahead, obscured by a boundless crimson mist. The tension gagged the air, making its condensed shape harder to breathe. If she fixated her gaze forth, she would finally see an elf. They were pinned to a tree upside down, a silnarian sword pierced deep into their stomach and the trunk behind. The mist cleared out faintly, which made it clear - the target was upside down, lacking most limbs and their head. She looked to the right. A torso, devoid of the rest of its body. Its guts stretched out like a slithering snake killed during its escape. About ten more soldiers, or the demolished remains of them, were scattered in the red grass like a hideous work of art.

*"We should bring some to the Eye! Yes, to the Eye!"*
The high pitched voice broke the silence yet again. To the left, a goblin colored like a salamander jerked its spear out of an elf's head. It lacked garments, save for the cloth covering its crotch, an odd steel helmet and the beastly skull on its back - nearly as big as the stir itself.

It turned up to the side as a vast shadow absorbed it. The cause was a massive orc. He was sat on a stump, the rest of the tree collapsed besides him. The warrior's skin was as dark as the scabs desperately forming on the dead elf bodies before they decompose. No armor fit his muscular body, which was pricked by a few arrows just enough to hang on.

**"I don't serve Lucas, Deel. He can go find his own prey."** The beast's voice boomed. A silnari rested on his enormous thigh, still barely alive. Every few seconds she would yelp as the blood in her freshly cut wound left her body. It spiraled unnaturally and traveled towards the orc's fangs, only to be siphoned inside. The woman desperately scratched against his leg, yet the pressure of his hand over her back made any greater effort pointless.
The orc's ear perked. He sniffed twice, loudly so. **"It seems someone has come to entertain us again, hm?"** He set his bloodshot eyes in the general direction of Yakaiyo.
*"Intruder?! How did— I, eh, yes, yes! I heard them coming from a while back!"* Deel exclaimed, failing to contain the shock on his face. He followed his superior's movements, observing the treton's vicinity in an eerie silence.
Carolyn
*The treton was not expecting to stumble upon scent of blood in the forest. Normally, she was the one causing it, but this time it seemed that something else stalked these woods. Her sandal stepped into blood, the liquid covering her foot. It was still lukewarm, which meant the kill was recent.*

*And then she saw it. The scene was... Beautiful. Elven remains scattered everywhere, gore staining the lush green grounds. It filled her with glee, seeing that the Silnari had been faced with a gruesome, painful death.*

*The doers of death seemed to be a nearly bare stir, wielding a spear, and a massive, dark-skinned orc. She saw the still living Silnarin whimpering in the power of the mogash. A crimson vampire, from what she could see, blood trailing towards his fangs.*

*Yakaiyo revealed herself as the vampires paid attention to her. Her black robes had been stained in crimson, and the woman stood unarmed.*

"Oh my, what a sight. What a glorious sight!"

*Yakaiyo raised a hand, grinning while motioning towards the gory scene.*

"The slaughter of the Silnari... Absolutely beautiful."
Kelvin
The two tilted their heads and eyed each other. A slight confusion was drawn on their faces after the exclamation of the treton.
Rose
*"Well, she surely doesn't seem the sanest around, Brand! The others screamed and darted, this one came right to trouble, hah!"* The goblin yelled out. Drool slithered down its bottom lip as it planted the butt of its spear in the dirt below. Excitedly it stomped a few times.
Mark
The orc moved his hand off of the elf, giving her a moment of breather. It was cut short right after as he was simply switching his stance. He rested his elbow onto her back instead. His freed fist he used as a base to lean his head on.
**"She does seem quite appetizing. Her blood is boiling even now... I can feel it. Would be a waste to have her as dessert, she's a whole meal herself."** Brand lifted his chin and raised his tone, the boom of it intrusive to the ear. **"Mortal, do you wish to get slaughtered?"**
Rose
*"Yeah, slaughtered!"* The other confirmed with a devilish grin.
Mark
**"If not, you should scram while you still can."** He paused as blood filled his fangs. The elf below him cried out in pain, interrupting her capturer. Brand promptly snapped. His stoic composure was replaced by an unforeseen rage. **"Who told you to interrupt me?!"** He rammed his elbow into her back. She yelped one more time, before a loud crack of bones suspended her. Her body twitched twice and then fell limp.
Rose
Deel jumped and spun its spear soaring in celebration. *"Haha, the cracka-lacka! Serves the bitch right!"*
Mark
Brand reversed to his calm again, observing Yakaiyo. **"Right, where was I... Ah, yes - your death. I've decided to be merciful to your inferior kind. But before you run for your life, you must satisfy my curiosity. Otherwise, I'll satisfy my bloodlust instead. Why did you come right to us after seeing all this?"**
Carolyn
"Oh, that's no way to talk to a lady now, is it? Oh well. I don't mind."

*The treton lets out a small laugh at the two's remarks, smirking afterward.*

"Sane? I am quite the opposite."

*To prove the vampires' point, she walks towards the two, looking at the fresh corpse caused by the orc.*

"The true inferiority are high Silnari. Though vampires may be considered ascended. I noticed that you are crimson, judging from the blood magic. Sucking this wench out without the need to sink your fangs into her."

"I seek this power, to accomplish my needs."

*Yakaiyo tugs on her collar, revealing her neck.*

"After all, I was an entire meal, wasn't I?"