The hunters.

There were three of them.
They stood on the cliff edge looking down at the town below. The hoods obscured their faces, but it was clear from their movements that they were not human. Their movements were too erratic, and their legs moved beneath the robes as if they had an extra joint.
The one closest to the edge crouched slowly, a clicking noise emanating from the hood. His robes were a crisp, deep red, whilst the other two wore black.

The one in red gesticulated at the vally below, and made an odd chattering noise.

The others chattered back momentarily, before they moved passed him, diving from the cliff. The one in red watched as they fell, perhaps a few hundred meters.

The moment before they hit the ground, they balled themselves up, crunching heavily into the rock below. The old volcanic rock shattered, thick cracks echoing through it, before the dust cleared.
They stood in the craters from the impacts, unharmed from the landing.

Ones hood fell around its shoulders, and a disfigured face with many rows of sharp teeth and a multitude of horns and spikes was visible for a moment, before its head burst into flames from contact with the sun. It fell to the ground, thrashing, as its robes were consumed in the fire. A shrieking scream echoed across the plains.

The second, being more fortunate, ignored its companions death throes. The movement in its periphery vision slowed, the last twitches of its brothers corpse ending.
It crooned softly from under the hood, a melancholy noise.
It wasn't grieving its companion. It couldn't care less about it.
But the sun was frustrating. It longed to hunt, and it was hours to nightfall. It had not fed for a few days.

The town on the horizon had a large banner hanging from the walls.
It was maroon and gold, and a dragon was emblazoned across it the bold colours.
Figures moved across the fortifications, the sun glinting off their weapons. It hissed and lowered its eyes. The bright reflections were still miles off, but the light hurt.
It could smell them. It could almost taste them. Even from here.
It pulled its hood lower, dark leather gloves covering all fingers from the sun. The lord needed food.
The lands they had come from were exhausted now, and more flesh was needed to satiate them.

It paused for a moment, looking back at the smoking corpse of the other. It's twisted form was already decaying, leaving only the plated grey natural bone armour their kind grew.
It crooned again, this time in joy. One less mouth to feed.

It turned to faced the town, and began to walk.

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