The Tainted son cursed as his meal darted away, startled by the sound of Hell beasts fighting near a tar pool, He shifted his gaze squarely on his the foolish intruders, A Crimson tailed Scorpio Bat and a Laughing lizard, The draconian horror clamped it's black razor sharp teeth on one of the Bat's membrane wings.

The titanic beasts, the bat the size of a horse and the Lizard the size of an elephant rumbled near the noir lake that stretched throughout the Forsaken King's Valley.

The Bat gave out a deathly wail as the Scaly beast ripped apart more of it's wing, Blood as black as night spilled from the Bat, in a desperate attempt to escape it's aggressor, The bat used the Crimson stinger at the end of it's purple body to strike the Laughing Lizard.... who fkr it's part simply just laughed!

Each time the Tainted son heard the beasts howl in their unnatural sounds of glee, He cringed, it was what he imagined Tasmanian devils would sound like if they *could* laugh, A hoarse, scratching so