Kruz'Iik waited in a dark alley, the entrance to the famed university of Uthlyn a mere walk away. Kruz'Iik was not here, in this haven for geniuses and artists, to view the artwork. He had originally come to survey the area, but soon he was drunk with the sheer aura of the place. His skin pulsed from his natural blue to an excited white almost in time with his heartbeat. The sheer mental energy that was in the air was almost too much for the usually quiet Ilithid that stalked the streets that night. He heard a door open, and a masculine laugh, and he pressed himself against the wall, taking the dull grey pattern of the stone into his skin instinctively. The sound had come from the university doors, and he slunk deeper into the alley as the steps got closer. He spied a young man pass by, and he reached out with his mind.
The young man stopped, and took a hand off of his sash laden with painting tools to nurse his forehead. The young man felt a scratching sensation in the back of his conscious mind. as he unwillingly looked into the alley, his face opened up with a silent cry of horror only audible in the tumult of his mind. Kruz'Iik gestured towards himself, and the young artist moved forward as if propelled by an unearthly force, almost lifting off the ground as he was pulled in. Kruz immediately took the young man into his arms, his facial tentacles wrapping around the poor boy's throat and mouth to muffle and cries that might to escape. The boy struggled vainly, until his eyes met with Kruz's.
With that, Kruz removed his tentacles from the man's countenance, his psychic stare destroying any semblance of free will in the young man's mind. Kruz'Iik placed both his hands on the man's forehead, and began pulling his very mind out with the force of his. The young man's glazed over eyes kept looking into the empyreal abysses of forbidden knowledge and dark secrets that were Kruz's eyes, even to the end. When his feast of painting ideas, natural philosophy, and brush techniques was over, and his victim was drained, Kruz'Iik let the young man fall over dead, and went on his way down the streets, pulling his hood up to conceal everything except the two long facial tentacles that outgrew the rest. They were flushed with alternating rings of pink and white, an expression of extreme pleasure and anticipation for the next feeding.