Broken Boulder with a faery, hand in hand

Alarian he could handle, a fairy who was fairly harmless. It was the swarthy appearance of the fairy's partner and two toddling muddled figures that set him stumbling back from the group. Lips drew into a tight thin line before they seemed to tremble slightly. He had the eyes of a ghostly figure but his inky colors screamed danger, demon, etc.

Bunyip's tail took a comforting place between his legs as his ears flicked back. He wasn't sure if it was the chill in the air that sent a shiver down his spine or the appearance of so many beings.

The monster hunter coward was sorely outnumbered today.