Padmelov

The sky is black here, the sun has never shown it's face to this poor land. Black, darkness is all that we know, we blend into the shadows easily. Our skin is pale, our hair is black. No other color dare shows it's face to us. We are a poor race, we know no riches. This land that we inhabit is a dead land. We've kill this land with the plague that we are. We do not grow our food or hunt it. We take our food from other beings. Our food is the essence of all life. Our food is a soul, the gem that makes you a living and breathing character. Do you know what we are? Not a clue. Well here let me explain some of our abilities to you dear reader.