Ome titls his head at Golds comment, stepping out from the shadows warily, growling abit, his eyes glazed over with his hunger induced madness. There's something...familiar about a few of the group, but he's not in a stable enough state of mind to recall anything. He crouches down on all fours, hissing at the group, his hair wavering in the air, like a bunch of angry snakes prepared to strike.