Dymiira felt nothing but the cold air of the tower, still obscured in darkness.<strong>"D-Don't come any closer.. foolish mortal!"</strong>The voice replied,<strong>"Lest you become my lunch! Ha..hahahaha!"</strong><br/><br/>As her eyes got used to the shadowy dimness of the room, she began to see the tower's inside take shape; furniture..and bookshelves, apparantly... and a dark figure in the center of the room, half-lying down and bracing itself on its hands... An ordinary man, by all appearances, except that the elan could see the outline of a pair of wings, and horns upon his temples to match, while a long tail (of length rivaling his full height) coiled around his form on the ground.