<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v294/imagine3d/satyr_sculpture_.jpg)</div>Kolag was not liking how this felt, and yet was loving it. Corrupted by demonic forces beyond his understanding, as admittedly limited as that is, he felt both the need to destroy and defile and debase, and yet the need to obey the masters. He felt really good for the first one, the second one angers him deeply- and he wandered to look for something to take it out on.<br/><br/>There was a village nearby, a bathhouse. Pleasent evening spent there before, now in his twisted visage he wanted some again- though how much the other enjoyed it mattered little this time. He wanted them to mowl and moan and beg, but now how he got to that point he honestly didn't care. Or how much he had to hurt them to get to that point.<br/><br/>He was outside the house along the spring that feeds it, in a bit of a haze as he tries to collect his thoughts and memories. And goes on the hunt. Scents, the village. People still there. Women still there. He goes.