Peace and Quiet

Oh how pitiful the days had grown. From one to another, the days seemed to have blurred together as each morning the sun rose and each night it fell; leaving the moon to take its place. How many years had it been since he really enjoyed a moment like this where the sun had just begun to dip, yet the moon was still not out. Katakarthia had grown boring for the elder creature as started to wander from one place to another. It was home to the species he had a stronger feeling towards, so it made sense for him to be at their homelands. True, others could have been on one of the other continents that made up this godforsaken world, but for now his eyes were set on the heart of the species he called prey.

Not too long ago two oracles had perished; none of which involved his prey yet there was a big enough disturbance that drew the large creature back to these parts. A gathering of powerful demons had caused him to compulsively follow the lure of demonic energy that could cause a disturbance. Sure enough, it had been the four demon kings that had dragged him out to watch over them as they conversed. The last thing he had expected was for their patron god to appear with another of the oracles. At least that one was still alive... for now at least. At the rate they were going, another oracle or two may fall but it wasn't his call to make. Two were dead and now there seemed to be unrest. Thankfully none had pertained to his prey, but there was still time. How would the magically inclined deal with their oracles now dying? The demons had gathered to discuss while the angels seemed to leave it be. The elves well... They had been quiet. Maybe it was because some of them seemed to keep switching leadership. Out of all the prey, only one clan had managed to keep ahold of his throne for some time, but it was still the one that the hunter watched more carefully. Things had been quiet from him though, other than the demon meeting, so for now, the tarsian could relax.

A small gruff came from the humanoid as he looked around here he had been. There was an unusual amount of positive energy in the area. The light seemed to be more pure than in other parts of the continent. "Ah, it's probably the Light Angels," he murmured to himself with a tsk sound to follow. The angels normally got on his nerve a bit more than the demons. They seemed to be filled with more positive energy that was almost sickening to stay around for long. While he was generally neutral, neither good nor evil, there was a reason why his namesake was Wrath. He knew what lines he could cross and where to back off for fear of his own kind coming to hunt him in return. It was the way they all lived. Slowly though, a familiar scent started to catch his attention. No, it wasn't a pure one... It was muddled with another creature.. One that was normally given to another of the clans. The male gave a small lick to his lips, lining the gentle curve of his lower lip as his attention drew to the hybrid that now was his target. He wasted no time before setting off to look for the part angel who called to part of his soul.

Slowly and quietly, the tarsian perched away from her sight to look at the creature. It was... strange. She gave off no ill energy and looked almost... peaceful? The very idea was strange for him to comprehend as he watched the girl, saying nothing. He made no motion to go closer to her, or announce his presence. Instead, he simply watched to see what she would do next.