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Putrid was the blood that stagnated within the corpses and the undead, while the air itself was abuzz now with the vibrations of the mosquitos’ wings. Fortunate, that in such a ruined, desolate world, her servants would present themselves to her unbidden.

Unfortunate, then, that her magic had been so drained that the creation of a single familiar was [i]felt[/i] by her. Fallen from grace, fallen from might, fallen from stature. Ilena would pace herself then, and allow her kindred to exert themselves. One hand raised up, fingers wrapping around the form of two of the Exsanguinating Skeeters. She clenched her teeth, amethyst eyes burning with a dominating light, and then let out a quick shriek, one too high to register in the ears of her companions. The large insects shuddered for a moment, then immediately launched themselves into the first beastman to approach Luna, their proboscises piercing into his back while their wings lifted him airborne, even as he swung in vain to dislodge himself.

But every movement caused his blood to quicken, caused his heart rate to rise even as his life essence was drained further and further. A drained corpse fell, bones clattering loudly enough to signal the rest of the [i]vermin[/i] to the two vampires’ presence.

Ilena motioned for her new thralls to descend, their abdomens bright as apples, and she drew a small incision in each, drawing the blood out. [b]“A sip to wet the tongue?”[/b] the shadow witch spoke, gaze turning towards her martially-inclined companions. [b]“If not, then feast as you wish on those beasts.”[/b]