"Clink, clink, clink." The silence of the streets of Lindblum is broken by the uneven clattering and clinking of countless daggers and knives under the red cloak of Redwing. They have been haunting these streets for a century now, killing dozens of citizens in the dark alleyways of Downtown. They argue with themselves, new faces and voices forming and reforming, bickering and bantering about what they do tonight. Who they eat and what to do next. They spot someone in the dark, misty alleyway ahead, locking the backdoor to a bar for the night. The mouths on the creature smile. They saunter forward, and pull out two daggers. The barkeep turns around, too late to react, as the rusty knives reach his neck, and with a brutal strength, lop the man's head off. Blood gushing out the neck and up the walls of the alley. Redwing picks up the head, and swallows it in one gulp. Whats left in the morning is a body on the ground, and two dark, crimson wings arcing out from the ground and up the walls. Instinct: 1: Preserve itself 2: Eat

• Chop, slice, and decapitate
• Infect cut wounds with dirty knives
• Stun with fear
• Run away before it dies