Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5543592-20190403000742

The voice was quiet for a long time, then belted out. "WRONG.  AND I'M DESTROYING YOU NOW.  THAT HURT MY FEELINGS."

The eeire hissing returned, joined by the yips of coyotes. The creatures that emerged around the bed were long-bodied. Lanky, with shaggy, grey fur, they covered the groun quickly. At the ends of their snake-like tails was a rattle. Their heads were that of a snake's, large and scaled, with tough ears protruding from the sides.

The night stalkers yipped and hissed with overlapping, mutant vocals, as they closed in on the Legends. There were twenty one of them in total.

Josey raised his revolver and slammed his hand down on the hammer, finger working the trigger, and three were dead in the next instant, but then his gun was dry. With deft fingers, he shucked the shells from the pistol whilst sliding new rounds home.

"Don't let them bite you." He muttered. "Ain't good if they do."