He had laughed when he had heard from Katrina Frost herself years ago about her incident with the young people and guard in the Grand Square. he bet there were still stories about it circulated there even after so many years. And so he decided to go stir them up again.

He strode through the darkness so that none of the people of the Grand Square saw him until he wanted. Finding a party still going through the apartments and the darkened halls he came into being in the form he had gotten so used to in the hells. His long black hair flowed silky and smooth as if shadow itself. His ash grey skin looked to be softer and more warm than any living skin aught to. His tail swished in playfulness. The tip was the same deep purple as his eyes and horns. He was dressed in just a loin cloth and the rest bare for all to see and enjoy. There were gasps in the near dark as his very walk promised all the hard, great sex his body backed up.

He moved from room to room softly calling for Anirtak Tsorf his dear sister who had so long ago found these very same apartments. His voice echoing from all the shadows around the people in them. His voice soft, and darkly musical. Some were spell bound especially if he got close and whispered that call along their skin. Others ran in fright, the word passed quickly and he laughed darkly as the guards came running, but he had already sank into the shadows again. Having enjoyed his dances and audience.