Their bodies were coalesced into vaguely humanoid shapes with thin elongated limbs that ended in barbed appendages, which tapped against the alley walls. Forms that seemed to reject the darkness around them made up the small creatures' amorphous insides - creating voids in reality deeper than mere absence of light.
The edges rippled with unnatural movement… as though the essence their body was composed of struggled to maintain coherence. Proof that their entire being was not designed to exist in permanence. At least on the material plane.
Multiple points of white flame flickered across what might generously be called their heads. Functioning as sensory organs, but looking like 'eyes' in no conventional sense. They burned with the cold sense of intelligence if stared into.
The little girl whimpered and buried her face against Qatrand's shoulder as the cultivator instinctively shifted. Her body was angled between the child and the approaching threats.
