Den'taan

There was a squeak of protest, followed by an indrawn breath and the sound of a body collapsing to the floor, as the fluid retracted to the figure’s wrist. The room was briefly lit by a flicker of life energy sliding along the web and back into the ganglion as it was withdrawn, eliciting a sigh of disgust from several members gathered for the impromptu meeting. “Honestly, Cletus! If you can’t at least train your protégé in common manners, then leave it outside the hall. It’s disgusting to see it feed on lesser beings…” one of the creatures snarled, and the one he addressed let out a sharp laugh in return. “Ah, Den’taan, were we truly that different when we were but a few weeks into our change? I seem to remember your feeding on an elf maiden led to your hunting and expulsion from your clan?” “A sentient!” Den’taan snapped as she gestured dismissively. “We all fed ravenously when the change first overcame us, but by the Dark Lady, at least we had the common sense to feed on that which would bring us the most enjoyment. Your… thing… feeds on anything!” “Well, he’ll learn, or he won’t, and if he doesn’t, we all know the sweetest meat comes from our own stocks…” Cletus said, grinning evilly.