Thread: A strange calling....Brings a creature.

He had teleported, and was looking around the nature, touching the leaves of a tree, when he had a brief vision the earth was shaking. Horns of a small stature were nearly hidden in a thick, beastly mane, and Jamison observed a castle, of all things. A ladybug crossed across his pale fingers, his sharp nails glided to his side, and he tilted his head. His nostrils were sharp, and he smelled the essence. Two forces battling, there. A longing of solitude. He trotted further closer, nearing the castle, pondering. The ground was sending shockwaves up his legs, but he didn't notice, and peered in through the windows. The feelings of a woman's sadness were rolling out of the ancient building. He grasped the entrance, and clicked it open, his body not too skinny, and not overly heavy, but just in the middle, a bit curvacious for a male. A brow lifted, at the stench, of sorrow. And the misunderstandment. He became quite intrigued, but was ever so silent, and began to sneak, being ever so careful not to not anything over. He cloaked himself to become invisible, and lifted mid air to float about, unseen. He sensed something like him. A female. Saddened, and abandoned, bound. Misunderstood. He had dimmed himself for any lesser demons to notice him at all. He was searching for the root of the misery. Sad it was that many men would leave someone like this behind. His eyes were glowering a dim almost lifeless grey, a long tail glimpsed from him. His hair was fastened away tightly in a high position on his head, and he drew a sharp weapon, growling deepening in his throat, his lush lips parting in anger that a demoness had fallen to these stupid idiots following another idiot.... Why this had power over them.... He thought he knew..... Somewhere...... Sometime, he would.... This was only the beginning. Closer, and closer, he tried to be silent, and he drew something from his side, and drank, a special potion he had passed down in his family, and became invigorated. Leathery wings unfolded as he got to broader openings, ascending up the stair well, still cloaked, and strengthening himself against the Christian bonds. Hisses emitted from his throat, a very sharp and deadly weapon at his side, for he knew not what he would find, he was chasing the pain. Wanting to see what would happen. He appeared at the landing in an acrobatic flip, and leapt into flight again. The smells were even stronger now, and he was a seeker, and a feeder, and he found himself nearing a woman, walking right up to her. The cloak faltered, and fell away, reveiling a man with long cheek bones, horns peering from his head, and large inquisitive eyes. A tail with a pointed tip rested, and he looked at her, as if he was just supposed to be there. Something inkled he was part fae. Symbols had tattooed his strangely paled skin, his nails were basically claws, and he twisted his arm away with the weapon. Demoness, what has befallen upon you? This place, this place, is in devestation! Where are they! What has happened? The horns were red, among his thick, beastly thick hair, and his brows were quite refined and sat upon his face in perfect symetry. His lips were parted, in shock, in betrayal to his species, and the tips of baby white teeth could be seen. He was built with fortitude, strong muscles with fat stores around them, just enough to make him a strange blend.