Fear, fear is the greatest weapon in war, no matter how wise of strong everyone has a fear, something will always lurk in the depths of the mind waiting its chance. I am that something, Lord Fareth, Master of Fear, and these are my loyal servants, my striders.
Born from my essence they lurk waiting my command, bearing the banner of the red eye of terror. They move clumsily and slowly until they see their prey, then they spring into motion be it lunging on all fours like a feral animal or taking great leaps walking straight, creating a disturbing visage, playing with their objective's mind becoming a reflection in the corner of their eye. Once their prey is at reach they will use their claws to kill them in horrifying fashion, engraving that image in anyone foolish enough to stare at the grim spectacle.
My creatures feel no remorse nor joy in their work, they just do my bidding, no matter what may it be.