As darkness falls on the camp you once again rest your head and fall asleep: You see the ruin of a home with fields surrounding it, a shallow breeze blows and and you can see some light coming from inside a small flickering light. As you look around you see the moon fully overhead not a cloud in the sky.
A dark robed figure approaches the structure. As it enters the light of the campfire inside the house you can see the features of the humanoid figure. Pitch black skin, one green eye and one blue eye, a short black horn adorn each side of her head, small strings of golden jewelry on each arm with small charms hanging from each. Each hand having long fingernails that come to almost a talon point. Jet black hair falls back past her shoulders bound with golden rings behind its head. This creature looks in through the window of the ruined house. Inside several small green humanoids sleep, one of them sits in a chair in the corner with a spear leaning into his shoulder. The figure outside begins to wave its hands and mutter something almost silently. One of the green figures begins to stir in its sleep, shaking back and forth. Its eyes wincing shut and its arms push out in front of it as if trying to keep something at bay. The one in the seat begins to stir and wake.
The figure outside waves her towards the creature and it quickly falls back asleep, its limbs fall limply to its side.
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The small creature arms still outstretched breathes erratically as if in a panic. It struggles and struggles, fighting against some unseen enemy. This continues for some time the creature's predicament devolves into panicked scraping on the floor of the ruin and gasping breathes. One hand now outstretched the other grabbing at its own neck. The creature's breathing stops and all the limbs begin to buck and shake and flail. Then the movement stops, the shaking, the breathing, all of it. The creature outside the building begins to wave her hands again and its mouth begins to move again. It reaches to its side for a small leather bag, it waves its hand over the bag and opens the flap of it. Inside you see the body of the small creature and and a white energy surrounding it, a spectral form of the creature appears to rise from corpse. It seems to look around, down at itself, it sees the figure staring in from the window and eyes of the spectral form go wide.
The figure outside opens the bag and the spectral form seems to be drawn toward it. It tries to turn and move away it is unable. A grin spreads across the horned creatures face as the spectral form is pulled and dragged and vanishes into the bag. It closes the bag and waves its hands over the bag once again and then puts it back at it's side. It turns and walks away into the darkness, the skin matching perfectly the darkness of the night. As the creature disappears into shadows you wake.