Long, shining white teeth flash in waning light, followed by the flick and dart of a black forked tongue. Malignant purple eyes, no pupil to be seen, appear in the sea of black fur as he shuts his gaping maw. He lives alone on his cave, big enough for him to be in and turn around, and another should he choose to have company. He stood at the lip and looked out for his company, admiring the colors of fall, such a wonderful season, everything is dying and he is still healthy and alive.<br/>He jumps out, spreading his wings partly and landing with a very solid, earth shaking thump. 210 pounds of muscle, bone and fat, standing solid and proud on the dark earth. He licks his lips and looks around and straitens his wings. He fancies some entertainment this evening, after a nap he feels awake and in need of stimulation.<br/>Instead, he struts down an invisible path, meandering his way, tail waving and head held high, into the trees in search of anything to hold his interest. For how his path is taking him towards the water, he could do with a thin drink for start, maybe try to spear fish with his claws if he finds any to appeal to him.<br/>Riamost Trekist is Alpha of the Clan of RevelitSixt Shadows, he lusts for power, driven by greed he is their leader, and has been for 250 years. He love himself, and those in his clan. His greed has driven him to take in some of the more untrusted at times, but it makes  him more powerful. After all, if it's rare, and you have it, it means someone else does not.