<span style="color: #FF0000">Mesaraih opened his eyes as his heightened senses picked up running from underneath him, on the ground of the thicket of trees he slept on. He peered down to see a young woman who looked like she had just run a marathon pausing to catch her breath. He pondered the wisdom of capturing her for a few moments before his stomach gave a low growl. It seemed his decision was being made for him.<br/><br/>Mesaraih didn't live off human flesh. He didn't need them to survive. His actual food source, however, was kept in rations by an army of trolls that had hoarded the last bit of energy crystals inside a cave to the east of here. There had to be more, but going on a journey to find other sources of food could easily mean his death. In the meantime, trading live humans in exchange for the crystals would have to do, at least until he felt he had regained his strength somewhat.<br/><br/>He poised his legs and jumped off the tree, giving his wings a couple of powerful flaps just before hitting the ground so as to not land too heavily. He immediately found himself unable to approach the woman in a threatening way. She wasn't causing him, or anyone around as far as he could tell, any harm. He was hungry, true, but up till now he had restrained himself from abducting humans that weren't actively being pieces of shit. His practical side and his stomach argued against this notion, but he couldn't bring himself to attack her.<br/><br/>He made a small flame dance on the palm of his shoulder, and walked around the tree to face her. "Running from something?" he asked, keeping his voice level, non-threatening.</span>