[center][h3] Eidolon Plains - Intruders [/h3][/center]

A lone bat vertan wandered the northern plains. If he was given a name by the other vertan, he had long forgotten it. He had never relied upon subterfuge, and thus never needed to steal a name from a prey-walker. Having lived within the Forever-Dark, the sun was heavy even upon his mortal guise. He hated that he had to make himself weak and vulnerable, however he stubbornly refused to let the day kill. He refused to waste the precious hours of darkness, but the light had made sleeping difficult for him. 

He cursed the other vertan who had driven him from his hunting ground. The myriad swarm thrived within the darkness, however that merely meant that there was more of his kind to try to steal his food away from him. Had he only been stronger, they would be the ones forced to endure this humiliation. 

As soon as the day ended, he had reverted to his mighty true form. While walking through the night, he had saw a group of prey-walkers chase after him. It was a preposterous notion that almost made him laugh. Perhaps this new land would be even better than the Forever-Dark. His keen hearing let him them discuss about how easy he was to track, and that perhaps this was a trap. Why would need to bother with such measures. 

The one on his horse dismounted, and another huddled up next to him. Perhaps if he had remained on the horse, he would have been able to escape. He remembered that the only other person who dared to try to strike at him also rode one of those animals. They charged forward together, but the beast was smarter than its rider. It reared back, throwing him off and ran away. 

They wielded pointy sticks that might be effective against other less vertan, but he flew into the air beyond their pathetic reach. Made if they had waited till day, they could have traded all of their lives to inconvenience him. However, something flew through the air and struck his wing. It hurt and found himself subconsciously descending as his wing began to waver. 

The next time, he saw it. One of the prey-walkers had struck him using a strange tool to propel a stone through the air. He had only been able to graze his wings, however that was enough to make remaining airborne difficult. The prideful prey-walker who hurt should be the first to die. 

He used the rest of his height to glide towards the slinger. The one who rode a horse tried to stab him with his pointy stick, but he missed and was in placed in front of him. He saw the slinger try to hit him with another stone, but he missed. He broke the wooden impediment with easy, grabbing him with both hands. His fangs clasped around the prey's neck. 

The life-force was delicious. His hunger took over, and he began to greedily consume the replenishing energy. It was then he felt something on his back, or in his back. Despite being in the process of consuming a meal, all of his strength was leaving him. 

They pulled the pointy stick from his back. It was now two Eidolon who grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away from the prey corpse. When he tried struggling, another hit him over the head with a rock. Eventually, he lost all of the strength to struggle. Despite this, they waited even longer. He started to see blood from where it had escaped him. 

One of them eventually volunteered to end him. The others stood a good distance away with their spears, while he approached with a sharpened stone. As he bent down and readied his weapon, he whispered to him, "You went to far north, Bat. But if it is a small comfort, your death aids the myriad swarm." 

[hider= Summary] 
We follow the perspective of a nameless bat vertan, who thrived terrorize people in the Shadowlands but was forced out by bigger, meaner bat vertan. The hunting party from the Zelen Nation easily tracks him, but was unconcerned. He tried to fly out of the reach of their spears, but their slinger injures his wing so that it is difficult for him to fly. Angry, he glides towards the slinger biting his neck and starting to eat. This distracts him, and they stab him with a spear. The vertan starts loosing his strength and they pull him off the Eidolon he killed. They wait for him to lose his strength, before one of the hunters volunteers to kill him. While he does, he reveals that he is a vertan, and tries to console him that at least his death will help another of his kind. [/hider]