The splash echoed around the cave, and high up the noise reached the ears of creatures clinging to the rock ceiling. Sensitive instruments, attuned to hear a range of frequency most things would find inaudible, the noise was picked up with ease.
Eyeless heads, crowned with curling horns, swivelled from where they had been tucked between hairless chests and slick rock, turning at impossible angles. A series of clicks, at a hypersonic frequency that other creatures could not hear, sounded out, and judging from the sounds that were returned to them, the nightmares clinging to the cave roof came to a conclusion; prey, four of them.
There was a swift and silent unfurling of bodies; roundish grey lumps unfolded into a membranous wings of pale grey, two metres in their span, and long tails uncurled, tipped with dagger-sized spikes of envenomed bone. Their bodies were devoid of hair, pale and milky, thin but sinuous with flight muscles. The claws on the elbow of their wings and on their legs gripped at the ceiling, equally adept at holding onto slick rock or rending flesh, as they scanned one last time.
Satisfied that their prey was in optimal position, the seven cavern ghasts clicked a signal to each other and swooped down to attack.
This post has been edited by Colonel Mustard: Oct 13 2013, 01:23 PM
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