Phelan sat under one of the windows on the rather large building he found himself at. He had been here for many nights, hiding from the hunters that swarmed after him. Phelan new it would be smarter to just leave, continue on in his run from the hunters. But even as the thought formed... wait, was it thought or instinct. It must have been thought, the reason being his instinct was to go to them when they were sleeping soundly, and tear there little throats from there... he stopped himself "no, I can not think about that right now" he said in a voice more growl than human speach.  He could not let his inner beast surface, or he would lose himself completely in it`s dark depths.<br/><br/>Phelan was torn from his mental fight with the distinct smell of blood. It turns out the boy called, "Jayce" was it? had an upset Dryad clinging to him like he was the most important thing in the world.<br/>After that little episode, something in front of him suddenly shifted, then moved toward the stairs.<br/>"How wonderful" he joked, "the reading ghost" with that he decided to see were she was going. After all the alarm clock destroying fire breathing mutant was, well somewhat getting dull, and maybe the very pale Bookworm here could show him her ectoplasmic tanning machine. Or maybe something that would make him want to join the, not so pitch-fork wielding in-human residence.<br/><br/>and maybe... he was not running at all, maybe he was coming home all along.<br/>but he would still wait before entering, for now he would eves drop on Ghosty here.