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Thin figure crouched high up in the branches, eyes watching close the lone figure that trudged through the mountain passage closely. A small, mischevious chuckle left his throat as a rather wicked idea crept on the edges of his thoughts. He brought his hands before him, curling his thumbs around each other. His fingers spread out, the long, spindly digits making a terrible shadow beneath him. Mahogany eyes closed, thin lips reciting in an almost long forgotten language. Slowly, dark purple mist formed from his back, slowly moving away from his body. And from the mist rose bones, pale as death himself. The bones formed structures of wings, 5 meters in span each. Slowly, black flesh crept up the bones, forming the muscles needed to hold the wings taunt when gliding. And last came the skin, as white as dove's wings, covering the newly made limbs.
When the forming was finished, his eyes opened and hands seperated as an evil smirk flittered over his face. Dark purple glowed eerily from the 12 cirlces drawn beneath his left eye, casting its light upon the orb above them. Opening his jaws, a blood curdling shriek left his vocals as he plunged down into the night heading straight for the unfortunate creature. He was in a feeding frenzy, feasting upon flesh of the unsuspecting. With a thud of impact, he bowled over the figure, fangs showing as he grinned insanely at the face hidden by the hood. One slim hand grasped the hood, jerking it back to reveal a mirror of of himself. His eyes widened in horror before he pushed backwards with his legs, wings beating furiously to propel him away from the very demon he had been running from.
Too late however. Red energy danced about the demon's fingers before shooting out towards him, capturing him in its beam. A scream of agony clawed its way into the open as the energy burned and seered his flesh. "Master.... Have mercy" he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. The demon sneered, his hand balling into a fist. Yet another scream left his throat as he hover above the snowed covered ground. "You were always pathetic, ZaCharias" the demon said, voice much lower than one thought possible for someone of his build. "I have grown strong since you escaped my clutches. But fear not" he said, smirking. "You won't escape my grasp again." A deep throated laugh echoed from his chest, his eyes blazing crimson red, filling his shadow's vision...
He sat upright, body shivering violently as a cold sweat covered it. Deep breaths wracked his frame as it shook, bringing no doubt that he had been screaming in his sleep. Clutching his cross pendant, Zae breathed "Oh God, what have I done?" Swallowing, he looked about the cave he had occupied for some time. Stolen goods littered the cave, a stripped carcass lying in the corner. So he had really been on a feeding frenzy. A hand hesitantly reached up to his lips, feeling something sticky there. He pulled his fingers away, finding blood on them. Eyes moved to the cave mouth, revealing that it was still dark and snowing this high up in the peaks of the mountains.
Throwing the fur blanket aside, Zae got to his feet, stretching out the kinks in his joints. His tongue snaked out to clean up what he hadn't before, shuddering at the metallic taste. He decided that he would find out what else he had done and if the dream had been real or not. Picking up the large, fluffy coat he had stolen a few weeks ago, Zae headed out in the windy snow, searching for the old tree at the bend in the mountain path that he passed so many times.[/center:d92v84ps]