Days went by without event. The moon came and went, growing a little more each time it passed. At the beginning of the fourth night Lydia would be able to smell smoke coming from the direction of the city. Were she to move to the edge of the forest she would see half of it ablaze, the night sky so bright it almost appeared to be day.<br/><br/>Within a few hours the cloaked figure returned to her door, slumped against it, and fell to the ground unconscious. Soot and blood covered his body and soaked his clothes. His right arm was cut deeply in many places as if it went through a blender of knives. It bled, but not as much as you would expect from such a wound.<br/><br/>As the wind picked up his hood drifted off from his head, exposing his face for the first time. Shenyo was young, appearing to be in his twenties at most. Short reddish-orange hair gave way to..something unusual. Two large pointed ears came up from the top of his head like that of a feline. In fact he had no human ears at all. One of them flopped slightly, torn across the center. The only other oddity about him was a six foot long tail coiled out on the ground behind him, twitching slightly. Oddities and injuries aside, he had a strong face and a well toned body. Not overly muscular or large, it seemed he was built for speed over strength.<br/><br/>The rest of his body was bruised, cut, and burned, but overall intact. It seemed he was able to get away from whatever had done this to him, and stumble his way back along the path while just barely conscious.