The nighttime darkness amongst the trees took on a deeper shade as a small circle thrust itself into being. The tear in the fabric of the air clawed itself outward like a living thing, tendrils lashing, ripping the fabric of the space wider, giving way to a feeling of oppressive heaviness pouring from the gap like a festering stench.
Within moments, a wavering circle meters across swayed sickeningly above the ground. The air hummed with electric energy when suddenly the center bulged and small humanoid shapes pushed through the inky barrier, breaking free with a static crackle. Taking a moment to orient themselves, they scurried off into the nearby trees, the first quickly followed by several more. As the last form broke free, the circle collapsed upon itself to fade, leaving the forest to a wary silence.
Stopping in a small depression, one intruder settled on the edge to survey the area. Large eyes probed the darkness while he sniffed the air for scents wafting in the light breeze. With the slight sounds of metal clinking and worn leather, he glanced back to see his warriors roughly circling the depression while another figure crouched in the middle, holding a gnarled staff with a dull glowing stone upright. Gazing back to the nearby lights down the hill, he gestured forward and waited as half of his band scurried into the night toward the nearby wood line.
Giving a moment for the warriors to spread out, he stood and his group stalked forward with no more noise than the breeze on the leaves.
Moving stealthily, the lead group quickly reached the tree line to settle, their leader a few meters away kneeling on the hard surface of the road. A dog barked in the distance, but other than the sounds of the machines so prevalent in this world, the area was quiet. A perfect night for the band to hunt.
The inhabitant's homes lined the road down a long hill, many still with lights shining through the windows leaving glowing patches on the lawns. Glancing at the staff bearer for direction, he flicked his arm in the direction shown, listening to the sounds of his people rustling through the undergrowth to the yards of the houses.
Experienced hunters and warriors, they flow forward, peeking in windows or listening carefully before moving on.
The area held no fears for this group and most had visited this world before. Known in legends and myths by many names, the intruders were short with dark green mottled skin, thin yet incredibly strong. Usually satisfied with thievery and causing chaos, recent events in their home world had driven them outward, new powers shared to expand their power and reach. With the new powers came new temptations and reasons to return to the world of humanity to tease those very temptations and raid.
Recently, the staff wielder, shaman of the clan, had learned new powers with the changes in their world. Empowered and guided by those he worshipped, he had created a spell that suppressed human's fear and revulsion, giving him not only a means of controlling them, but to use their very life-force to power his own magic. While normally the appearance of their kind was the thing of nightmares and disbelief, the shaman had discovered a way to twist fear into lust and lust to power.
Under his control, humans became incredibly aroused and compliant, the perfect reward for a clan leader looking to keep his members satisfied. For the shaman, the energy created fed his power, allowing the clan to become stronger.
Moving swiftly and silently, the clan flowed past the row of houses. The leader glanced at the shaman, who gestured to a particular structure, a dim glow visible through the large window behind blinds. Spreading his warriors around the structure, the leader and shaman approach and peer in the window. What they see is a gift from their gods, the perfect prey for the clan and a tool for the magic user.
Reclining on a couch, a human female was staring intently at a tablet settled on her bare legs. Their eyes crawl over her shoulder length, thick black hair, long legs and swell of her chest under the loose-fitting shirt. They watched excitedly as she squeezed a breast with one hand, pinching a nipple, pulling lightly. After a few moments, the long legs parted slightly, and they watched with grim smiles as her hand slid down her belly and dropped from sight.
Motioning excitedly, the leader gestured to his warriors that they had found their target. Silently, the band spread around the house until they found a way in at the back of the house. Taking a lingering moment to watch the human caressing her chest, the leader and staff wielder scurry to the back with the rest of the band.
