There was excitement in the tent, blood to. Delicious, wonderful blood. However the pieces weren't strong enough to enter. The element of suprise was their only real strength. They needed to grow, adapt, consume. Turning away from the tent, the Swarm searched for a suitable host to incubate in. It took several minutes but they found one. In the barns they found a cow, it was fat but weak. There seemed to be ribbons all over its stall.
No matter, the swarm lunged at the cow and brought it down. Tripping it before they began to enter its mouth, it was a slow and sickening process. But it had to be done. The Swarm needed to become stronger, they needed the meat. So they would bide their time, for now. With a final blink, the cow closed its eyes as the Swarm fell asleep as well. The metamorphosis has begun.
No matter, the swarm lunged at the cow and brought it down. Tripping it before they began to enter its mouth, it was a slow and sickening process. But it had to be done. The Swarm needed to become stronger, they needed the meat. So they would bide their time, for now. With a final blink, the cow closed its eyes as the Swarm fell asleep as well. The metamorphosis has begun.