Lurkers in the Murky Waters
Amongst the many dangers of marshy habitats, few strike fear into the hearts of travelers like a Bog Stalker; a patient and ruthless killer that strikes when least expected. Singularly adapted to hunt unsuspecting prey, they drift listlessly just below the murky waters in quiet pursuit as long as is required. Few are ever prepared for when the dragon finally lunges from below, snatching a single person in their jaws before hauling them back into the darkness.
Swamp Drifters. With oily-black scales and leathery wings, these dragons blend smoothly into their natural habitats, stalking them from afar. These dragons patiently follow their prey, waiting for the opportune moment to pounce with a frightful display.
Snatch and Grab. While many of its draconic cousins proudly stand and fight to the bitter end, the Bog Stalker has little desire to do so when an easy meal is available. Once it has a creature within its jaws, the dragon drags its prey into the murky waters for the kill, away from their companions. Any who venture into the habitat of a Bog Stalker are cautioned to never separate, lest they be snatched away without warning.
Disquieting Mimicry. Perhaps the eeriest of the Bog Stalker’s adaptations is the ability to recreate recent sounds with startling accuracy. Those fortunate enough to survive a Bog Stalker attack often recount hearing their companions' final screams echoing in the distance, never truly stopping until the swamp was out of sight.
The fire crackled amidst the darkness, casting deep shadows across the weary faces staring aimlessly into nothing. After barely any rest on the trail, they had little energy to muster, even as they heard it again from across the bayou.
“Please. Don’t Leave...Me Please Don’t. Please Don’t Leave. Me. Please.”
It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. They saw him die with their own eyes just days ago, his shredded body hauled below the waters. All eyes kept on the dying fire, as if hoping to drown out the corrupted cries ringing out from the night.