Trepidation in all it's human vulnerability rippled around the boys as hope winked out of existence, for two sets of gold fire grew closer from the shadows before them. Beastly, looming figures moved from obscurity into intimidating definition. The two beings were nearly seven feet tall, their statures broad and thick, clad in black as the darkness they emerged from. The skin was a misty ivory, an almost scabrous texture set taught over the strong, sharp angles of the face. What would have appeared human had been intentionally distorted. Their bodies were landscapes of deep, intricate scars, carved about in swirling ridges like mountains around translucent lakes of unmarred flesh; artful in it's atrocity, and refractive against the moonlight. The fire at the core of their eyes was blood that pulsed with every measured heartbeat, shrinking in and bursting out like little breaths against a golden lake. The silence was theirs, owning every inch of the night as they reveled in the terrifying glory of their true forms. This was a presence only a privilege to the dying. - Introductions to the Mulephein.