Every flash of light brought the creature closer, tendrils flared, serpents against the flashes of light, long pale fingers extended toward her as he appeared before her, rain pelting down against his spindly features, long tendrils  swirling and gyrating silently. The screeching in her ears had turned to a roar. And yet as the horrible noise echoed in her mind, words, faint at first, but slowly raising into rasped groans.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #800000">My home...</span></span>echoed what must have been his voice, the words choked and rasped as if spoken through charred and decrepit lungs. The roars in her ears turned to groans of pain as he doubled over, the long tendrils retracting into him, his pale fingers sprawled on the ground as he fell to his knees. Even in this pained position he stood higher than she, an arm curling beneath him. He held the position of someone starved. For years now he'd followed her and only her, never seeking another and in doing so had starved himself of the sustenance that children who feared him and went mad under his power provided.