Curfew was invented for a good reason. In rural areas, it was to keep children from getting lost. In urban areas, it was because the pedophiles roam during the night. In areas near the forest, the curfew existed as a simple defense against the myriad of nasty creatures. But when one does not carry a watch and is too young to tell time by estimation without sunlight, the consequences can be disastrous. Especially to a young eight-year old girl by the name of Joy. The odds on her getting out alone were exceptionally slim, though, as she had wandered into the grasp of four Kyarndril; in no way, shape, or form are these friendly creatures.

On any other day, Joy would look like the average young princess wannabe. Pink dress, pink tights, pink skirt, pink shoes, for some odd reason even her hair was a naturally pink color. She had the natural preppy attitude that would make most think she was a bit younger, but managed to keep up with the tough survival code. Now, though, she was stained with mud and soaked thoroughly; she also faces the very real possibility of being a meal. Lucky for her, the Kyarndril are busy circling her while trying to sort out who gets to eat her. Hunting in packs is never common with these creatures, as the entire body must be devoured in order to gain the form as one that can be shifted into. Kyarndril can shapeshift into any creature that they eat, although will always keep the trademark spike-lined twin tongues. It must be noted, though, that a Kyarndril can only acquire a form in its standard body; it is not unheard of, however, for them to feed in other bodies. A Kyarndril that eats any form of parasite can become devastating to any living being.

"Oh, why d-d-didn't I li-listen to D-d-destiny ab-b-bout the forest? S-s-somebody h-help!"