Vinashy drops down from a ledge, holding out a hand. His finger crooks, a large rat forcibly yanked over into his awaiting claw like hand. He sinks his fangs into the treat, draining it dry. Then, dropping the limp corpse, he casually seems to glide over the ground towards the wall where he saw that [i]wraith[/i] dart over to. His voice is soothing, enticing. [color=ed1c24]"I saw you girl. Come on out. I just want to talk."[/color] He licks his lips, feeling his endless thirst for living blood sated for the moment from the most recent wave of 'heroes' to come though the dark tunnels. He holds out one hand, and a glowing symbol forms above his palm, twisting the light to a bright crimson. He smiles, fangs flashing in the ruby glow of his magic.