[center][h2][u][i][b][color=1a7b30]Maen[/color][/b][/i][/u][/h2][/center]

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Strange words echoed in Maen's mind. They voice was feminine and higher pitched, and it threatened him with pain and slavery. He answered the first part of her question.

[color=1a7b30]"I was hoping for a good meal. Maybe a nap."[/color]

He flinched back slightly as a shadowy bat swooped into view. It flew in erratic patterns around his head. He wasn't all that worried about the enslavement, and the thousand agonizing deaths, he trusted in his power enough to believe consuming her blood couldn't be [i]all[/i] that bad. Though he had no way to really tell.

[color=1a7b30]"What do you want little buddy? You hungry?"[/color] Maen asked the bat, and reached out for it.

The bat dodged away and Maen followed after it. He jumped up towards it and swiped out with his hand to catch it, but the bat flitted away again. He giggled childishly and continued to chase after the fluttering creature like a boy chasing a butterfly. He pursued the bat doggedly, never using any real speed or strength, and the bat led him further away from the bloody splotches in the snow.

The bat picked up speed and so did he. It swooped between some branches and Maen careened after it, twisting his body unnaturally thin to fit between the boughs of the tree. He landed face first in the snow but his body twisted again, head became legs, and legs became head like some sort of twisted carnival contortionist.

Snow puffed out from under his feet as he ran, and he ignored several undead in the distance. He couldn't bring himself to care, this was just so [i]fun[/i]. He decided he had to do this more often, chase things, even if they didn't fight back. There wasn't really any satisfaction in tearing apart the weak undead, especially when he destroyed them before they really had a chance to fight back.

Things that ran away, things that gave sport, were much, much more fun. He grinned widely as the bat soared through the entrance of one of the many tombs, or crypts, he couldn't remember what they were called. He dived into the pitch dankness of the stone structure and his eyes shifted to see in the dark. The pupils elongated sideways like a goat's, and the green shined lightly.

He saw the bat hovering in front of him as if waiting. [color=1a7b30]"Thanks for waiting little buddy! Let's go."[/color] He ran forwards again and the bat turned and flapped away.

He liked his new friend, he hadn't ever really had one, and he only understood the concept from memories that weren't his. They played together, and the bat was waiting for him, so he must be having fun playing too. He though that meant this bat was his friend. His bare feet slapped against the stone and the sound echoed down the dark halls.

The bat flew further, and Maen chased. Not stopping until the bat alighted on the ground in front of a door leading off. It raised it's wing and pointed, as if telling him to enter. He saw no reason not to trust his greatest of pals, so he did.

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[@KoL]