Skrel

Greetings, and welcome traveler!

Walks up the stairs, with an emotionless look upon his face as he walks up the stairway. The strange figure continues, until finally reaching the bridges of the trees, the wind blowing his cloak up into the air as he stands. He then makes a sharp turn to begin crossing the bridges, moving from one bridge to the next. After several minutes of walking, the figure finally stops in front of an elf's house... The strange figure then smashes the bottle in front of the door to the house. The figure begins to walk to the edge of the bridge, throwing a grapple up at one of the branches. After a couple times of throwing it, the stranger finally hooks it onto the tree branch. He makes sure that it is caught between two branches so that the wind does not slide the grapple down. The figure then begins to quickly lower himself down...

His grin goes down to a small frown "Food." The strange elf then turns. walking towards the stairway in the back of the library, his movement silent in the library as he shoves the second bottle into one of his cloak pockets.

Comes to a stop noticing she is staring, quickly he would turn around and stare at her back noticing her eyes gazing to the bottle of blood. He would then proceed to grin, "Something wrong?" he would then advance towards her pulling out another bottle of blood extending his arm intending to give her one.

Enters the library and heads towards the stairs in the back, looking right and left to see many books in an enormous library. Continues to hum happily as he walks with the bottle of blood in his right hand. His eyes shift towards Arahael as he walks. One of his eyes was yellow, while the other was red, they were also very dark, and very serious, but he payed little attention to her and continued to advance towards the stairs.

Shadow Fang walks through the gates of Malinor, slowly putting one foot in front of the other with a vile of blood in his hand. His head is down and the only visible part of his face is his suspicious, and wide grin. As he passes by there is a strange fume that fills the air. He hums to a very tuneful and happy song, as if he has no bad intentions. He takes a turn down the road, heading towards the library.

Name:Skrel Truename ((MCName)):Skrel Race: Origin:The wilds of Aegus What do you wish to become a citizen of Malinor: I want to live near others, and be a part of the community. Do you agree to adhere to the rules of Malinor: Yes I do. Skills: Archery, Swordsmanship, cooking, and Lumberjacking