It was nearly pitch black in the newcomers' tent, but it wasn't silent. The sounds of millions of chirping and humming insects and amphibious creatures melded together in a soothing backround drone. The frog-like indigenous people of this part of this world had been very accommodating, welcoming the trio of strangers and their lizardy pet. They sang to them, brought them gifts, and made them a shelter among themselves. They were very curious, yet unafaid. Eclipse's pacifying angelic aura maybe had something to do with it. 

It was in the darkness of the pre-dawn that Strygwyr awoke. It had been a while since he had served, and the twins were growing thirsty. Across indefinite time and space, their bond with him endured. Pushing the blanket off himself, Strygwyr sat up. He couldn't sleep. He was getting thirsty, so thirsty... He knew what it was. His masters were calling. Dropping out of his cot, he quietly picked up his tonfas. 

Eclipse shifted uneasily in his sleep, his long white hair hanging off the cot, nearly to the ground. 

Strygwyr gritted his teeth as he casually did, taking soft steps toward the opening in the tent. He knew what he had to do, and he HAD to do it. He was their servant, their priest, their immortal champion, and their thirst filled him with undeniable, savage lust for blood. He would kill, but not here. If he could get away with it, it wouldn't be his friends. Playful Strygwyr would always truly be the nightmare known as Bloodseeker.