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The air of the room changed as the man in the doorway folded his arms aggressively, no sign of restraint as his face burned with a riotous passion. He looked strong and on the edge of his feet, ready for something, anything, to jump from the shadows or grab him from behind. There was a hint of something more though, something more primal than human. Before Zyrid could look any deeper a strange fey creature, visible shaken up and beaten around, walked shyly past the door-blocker in avoidance. 

This place was truly diverse tonight. Zyrid took another moment to glance at the slight bulge on the back of this creature, indicating wings or perhaps an elongated spinal column. Never the less Zyrid could not help but return his attention to the one who leaned in the door way, who growled a query and whose heartbeat Zyrid heard from where he sat. Sliding his hands down his thighs and to his knees, Zyrid pulled himself onto his feet and took one meaningful step towards this man.

A slow calculated inspection followed, the grind of an adventurous life filled Zyrid's grey eyes, the image of action but also reaction. There was more to this one than there seemed, he saw it in the air about him, a florescence in magic - ancient and corrupt. The blood passing through the thick veins, circling the muscular body in powerful pulses, it wasn't pure. Beast and man, not an unheard of monstrosity, but certainly a conflict that haunted individuals to the realm of paranoia and ferocity. 

Zyrid knew of the dark magic that created the first bond, though he was yet to educate himself on its spreading and eventually deterioration. Stood before him was a lycan, he could see the pointed eyes beneath the ones that looked through him now, he could visualize the snout and jagged sharp teeth. Zyrid, more than most, could understand that feeling - a lack of identification.

"[i]Z-ry-d[/i]. My name is Zyrid, and your name?" His first statement was sent to the female, turning in his place to look at her backward profile by the window, a dim light raining over her wraith hair, summoning tinges of grey and silver. Though he asked the name of the Lycan as he turned back to face him, as he knew the females name already - Alex he believed. It was better to know names now, and plant them in his memory for the times to come.