Time Stamp: Day 58 of Summer, AV 510
Ruin sat silently in the grass, he had heard it. Whatever it was, he wasn't particularly sure, but it was approaching, steady pace, fairly loudly, probably wasn't trying to conceal its presence, or simply was no good at it. Ruin's lips slowly curled into a cruel grin as various wicked thoughts flashed through his head, mostly things of violence and devouring, nothing too inconceivable.
The blades of grass did their part, and thankfully the Sea of Grass lived up to its name, being almost as large as an actual sea of glistening blade of grass. Ruin was almost completely concealed by the grass alone, being a sky lit up only by moonlight only reinforced his hiding. This target would be simple to take down.
The hunt was on.
Ruin gave out a shrill screeching sound, it would be so high pitched that it wouldn't be but hardly recognized by the standard ears of a human, or most humanoid races, but for Zith, it would be heard, and for Ruin and his brothers, it was their cue that it was time to strike. Ruin leaped out of this hiding place within the concealing grass and lifted himself up into the air with the assistance of two large gruesome wings covered mostly with brown colored fur. The Zith was as visible now as he would be during the night. His body blackened by the moon shining down behind him, his body was almost human, and appeared so, but the wings and tail made it painfully clear what he really was. A stalker of the night, a man-eater, a Zith. Ruin, once climbing a suitable distance in the sky, would scan the area below where he head the sound, and thanks to his vision be more adapted for the dark than daylight, there was very little hindering him from find his target, who may or may not be aware of his presence by now. He couldn't expect his brothers to go unnoticed of course, they were (according to Ruin) clumsy and stupid, yet he had some kind of undying love for them, they were family and Zith do not hesitate to fight until death for their family.