Shrieker
*The air grows cold as a guttural screech echoes across the water. From the inky blackness of the sky, a shape descends, its glowing eyes burning like embers. It circles you, a creature born of insomnia, hungry for the flesh of the sleepless.* SKREEEEEEE!
Sobre Shrieker
*The air grows cold as a guttural screech echoes across the water. From the inky blackness of the sky, a shape descends, its glowing eyes burning like embers. It circles you, a creature born of insomnia, hungry for the flesh of the sleepless.* SKREEEEEEE!