Itzal/Stereotypes

The Others
	They feast off the living much as we do, though they are prisoner to the night and darkness. A weakness I should never want..
	The wolves far to often become victim to their anger, One must keep their head to succeed in this war..
	I never much did care for ghost stories..
	They look far better than they taste...
	To give such power to such a weak life form.. it makes one wonder just what sort of game the cosmos is playing at. And I wonder just how they might taste..
	Such frail bodies.. so full of weakness.. so full of taste.
	I have enough demons of my own without having to worry about these fucks.