"She will not scream again," the creature promised Melinda in a way that let her know the matter was settled. When Melinda gasped and cringed something tremors through the creature as something in her body language was VERY familiar to it. It was as if humiliation and deprivation amongst humans was something it knew well.<br/><br/>Melinda's interest in the creature did not throw it off. When she told it she was cold it closed its eyes and muttered a few words in a strange tongue that was harsh and guttural and sounded, somehow... WRONG to Melinda but she found that the creature was radiating a welcome amount of warmth. As she approached it she found she was close to sweating from the heat coming of him. The creature did not move away as she reached out to touch its cloak, then topped its head bank to askew is good o fall into its back.<br/><br/>It stood there, so close its warm, sulphurous breath played over her, and was revealed too her to be creature with clumsily hewn features. Its face was an odd amalgam of beast and man. It had a long, drawn face, like a bat's or a fox, softened by broadness at the eyes and cheeks. As she gazed at him she was left with an odd impression of what out felt like to look at Thomas' face. The biggest difference lay in the type of otherworldly intelligence she saw in its eyes. It was almost as if it had the ability to ascertain what lay within the darkest parts of het soul.