((Here begins my re-entry using Tristian. Until Zhetta returns, I'm thinking she and Millek either ran off somewhere together, and will be returning sometime later, or perhaps not, we'll see.))
Another long night on patrol of his appointed region, past and done/ At least not alone, for he had come with his dearest friend, truest companion, and by her feral reasoning, life-mate, and the whole of their evening out had been uneventful. Some of his clan, not sharing his preference for the outdoors, would likely grumble their disappointments had there been no sightings of their usual quarry. No fun in the hunt and re-slaying of wretched undead. For Tristian, it was just as well, there he was with his as yet, unnamed companion. They did not need for names between each other, 'mate' and 'lover' were the only identifiers that mattered between the two of them. With their patrol done, they'd settled on a higher ledge among nearby mountains, a natural alcove in the mountainside, but not a true cave, offering relief from cool winds, they settled for a night of sharing warmth, snuggling, perhaps a bit of love-making. For aware was the unnamed companion, that her druid mate, experienced such incredible elation from their couplings, as she experienced portions of it herself through their link. With the grim business their patrols were aimed at, why would she not want him to feel good?
<An uneventful early morning, Tristian rested enough through his meditation after his mate had fallen asleep, passes>
With the first rays of sunlight reaching out to greet Tristian from his high up vantage point, the great werebat reverts to his elven form, and from a small bag usually fastened on his companion's back, he retrieves and dons woolen shirt and pant, overlapped by leather armor, of dark earthy colors, followed up by a reversible cloak, one side, white with splotches of gray here and there, and the other side, a smattering of various greens, meant for forest environments. Today it would by white-side-out. Dressed, he steps out to the edge of their landing. Smiling he welcomes the warm sun upon his face, a reminder that though his food supply is not much different from his prey's, he was not one of them.
Just barely, in those early hours, does he spy the movements of Zazzt as he appears outside, seemingly from nowhere. Not about to rouse his still-resting beloved, he brings to his call one of the locals of the mountain heights, and sends down into the lands below a golden eagle,to spy on the human and his activities. Seeing through those eyes, not dizzying him, he is afforded the view of those keen eyes and watching Zazzt closely. This human, whatever might be discovered, was at least no vampire, and at most one of many his family secretly protects from the spread of that scourge.
1st: Tristian Gyssemitori (Moon-Elf, Dire Werebat, Druid)
2nd: Vailintin (Accomplished Tiefling thief of riches, hearts, and virtues.)
3rd: Millek Amephran (Hedonistic Satyr Ranger/Bard)