Upon rising from the grave, these amalanhig lurk in the woods and live as blood and life essence suckers. At night they go to nearby villages to prey on the residents using their sharp, pointed tongue.
“Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.” ― Francisco de Goya
Upon rising from the grave, these amalanhig lurk in the woods and live as blood and life essence suckers. At night they go to nearby villages to prey on the residents using their sharp, pointed tongue.