In the darkness of twilight the moon was the only light that broke through the clouds. The forest to the north of the colony was full of sounds of the wind rustling through the branches and sounds of different creatures that lived in it. One thing though stood out in stark contrast with all the other sounds of the night. A hissing sound so low that it was almost unnoticeable. There was something outside creeping through the town and it was not far away. A young man in his early twenties stirred in the shadows throwing on a cloak covering up a small assortment of knives and a long sword strapped at his waist. His eyes glowed gold in the darkness of his room. He reached for his window and opened it, slipping out. His you skin with a slight grayish tint to it mixed with the tan tint of a man who spent much time working out in the hot morning sun flashed against the moonlight as he sped off in the direction of the sound keeping mostly to the shadows. He crouched down hiding behind a boulder behind the bar in town and peeked around it spotting his prey.
A creature tall as a full grown man with green and blue scales covering it's back and chest with bright yellow eyes peering in the night, its soft belly being the only part fully exposed with a light green fur. The locals called the beast a Lacer, it was a form of semi-intelligent life that lived on this planet that they now inhabited small parts of. Due to creatures like this the humans tended to stay mainly to the clearings and trying not to wander too far into the forest and the wilderness beyond. The Lacer was some form of humanoid lizard that had razor sharp claws and usually traveled in packs, but this one was traveling alone. Draiton knew that if it was around much longer it's pack may find it if they were still alive, and they may cause trouble for the sleeping inhabitants of his town. He peered around the corner and smiled to himself. He knew that the lacer was wandering around not far from the nearest graveyard. He reached out with his mind and could feel bones of beasts that they had killed years ago buried haphazardly long ago dried and clean from decomposition. He touched these bones with his mind collecting strength from the energy within him and combining them, pushing their way up through the soil and forming into a lycanthrope. The skeletal beast obeyed his thoughts and lunged at the unsuspecting beast digging it's claws into the beast pulling it towards its chest cavity. Draiton waved his hands and the ribs of the skeleton slid inwards spearing the helpless lacer. The ribs pulled out letting the creature fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Draiton walked up to the beast and raised his hand.
"You never had a chance once I heard you my friend. I would rather make it a quick death so that you do not suffer." He raised his hand in front of him with a ball of fire formed in it and turned it towards the creature as it lit on fire and burned to dust in seconds.
A creature tall as a full grown man with green and blue scales covering it's back and chest with bright yellow eyes peering in the night, its soft belly being the only part fully exposed with a light green fur. The locals called the beast a Lacer, it was a form of semi-intelligent life that lived on this planet that they now inhabited small parts of. Due to creatures like this the humans tended to stay mainly to the clearings and trying not to wander too far into the forest and the wilderness beyond. The Lacer was some form of humanoid lizard that had razor sharp claws and usually traveled in packs, but this one was traveling alone. Draiton knew that if it was around much longer it's pack may find it if they were still alive, and they may cause trouble for the sleeping inhabitants of his town. He peered around the corner and smiled to himself. He knew that the lacer was wandering around not far from the nearest graveyard. He reached out with his mind and could feel bones of beasts that they had killed years ago buried haphazardly long ago dried and clean from decomposition. He touched these bones with his mind collecting strength from the energy within him and combining them, pushing their way up through the soil and forming into a lycanthrope. The skeletal beast obeyed his thoughts and lunged at the unsuspecting beast digging it's claws into the beast pulling it towards its chest cavity. Draiton waved his hands and the ribs of the skeleton slid inwards spearing the helpless lacer. The ribs pulled out letting the creature fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Draiton walked up to the beast and raised his hand.
"You never had a chance once I heard you my friend. I would rather make it a quick death so that you do not suffer." He raised his hand in front of him with a ball of fire formed in it and turned it towards the creature as it lit on fire and burned to dust in seconds.