<strong>Name:</strong>Drulok<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room, moved to Marc's office<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Haunt made a loud screeching sound as his hand was cut, if he had been an evil demon or evil at all, he might have had a worse injury.  But he was a mythical creature, a stalker that was more like werewolf then anything like angels and demons.  Soon the darkness would disappear, and so would the Haunt into the shadows while the other fought the demon.  He was pissed off as he snapped the air with his teeth, towards the angel as he held his wound hand.  He was not so bad about that fact he was wounded, since there is always a risk when going on the hunt.  But the fact the angel saw into the darkness between then a lycan and highborn demon, along with being able to sense where he was when he was stalking.  It was unusual for him to be dedicated so easy, and the thought of that made him shake in anger as he clawed the ground.<br/><br/>He stayed in the shadows as the others fought, not knowing what was going on and was not going to get involved.  He got the scent of someone familiar, he snapped at the air one last time towards the angel from the shadows.  She was not fun to play with, and he had better things to do.  Staying in the shadows and out of sight, he moved slowly up to the office above.  Poking his head from the shadows with a wide toothed, "oh ..messy..messy...you have to clean Marc...I no do this, hope this not why I summoned.."