[@Typhon]

You silently skitter into what you hope to be a prime position. As you move, so do you sense the movement of others of your kind. The suitable hosts move as well. Beams of light pierce the dim light and mist. Several move past you. You your acidic blood melts ever so slightly through the vent. The sizzling of you acidic blood draws attention from the nearest host. They move to check the sound. In a dash of hope to ensure the survival of the species, you leap. Everything goes black. Within a second, the body of the host slumps to the ground.

[@Mae]

The box. Easily capable of hiding your form. Your tapping creates a distraction, easily attracting something. You do not know what it is, though it does not matter, a suitable host is just that. A host moves over to inspect. He ever so slightly creaks open the box, however, the sound of a slumping body turns his head. The box is open yet it does not notice. Your instincts tell you to pounce.

[@Triesa]


A host moves toward the darkness past the others. He does not see you and the dark creates hesitation. As the host inches ever so closely, he stops. A slumping sound draws it's attention at the edge of the darkness. If you pounce, you may yet get it. However, it is a leap. You could be quick enough but your timing must be impeccable. Though the option to wait is always there.

[@Scarescrow][@Pyromaniacwolf]


The journey to the cieling is a close one, almost spotted several times. The paranoia of two hosts draws them ever closer but more cautious. Your sense detect movement of your kind. Another has grasped a host. This sound draws the attention of both hosts near you. They may turn and leave which may cause of loss of opportunity. Though your digits are strong, the distraction is nearly perfect but costly.  If you both pounce at once, there is a chance. Though if one misses, it could cause ruin.