Khaal lurked in the darkness, as he always did.  Torch sconces hung on the wall, the flames having died out long ago.  His kind dwelt in places like this, their body perfectly suited to the environment.  He could go weeks without eating while still maintaining sharp senses and feline grace as well as deadly musculature and his colors made him blend in well to the dark.  Furthermore, even if he did have to fight for his life, a unique quality of the displacer beast threw a sort of veil in it's enemy, making his position fuzzy, making them unsure of where he really was.  It was useful for defense, but he hadn't had to use it in quite a long time.  Nowadays, he scrounged off of the vicious things that lurked deeper in the ruins and kept his ears trained towards the entrance for when he started to hear thunder and rain.<br/><br/>His dark, panther ears prickled when he heard the tell-tale signs.  The ruins usually offered a bit of respite for creatures caught in the rain and they usually offered Khaal an extra meal as he blocked their only exit.  If they escaped deeper into the ruins, he'd find them eventually.  This place was his home and he knew every nook and cranny like the backs of his paws.  A flat tongue lapped at hungry chops as he stalked towards the entrance hall, eager to see what had wandered in from the rain.<br/><br/>Khaal, his dark-vision keen, saw Ambryn before she saw him.  A full-fledged griffon had wandered into his realm and for a moment, he couldn't decide if it was a blessing or a curse.  Griffons could be fierce, some of the fiercest creatures that stalked the forests and while she was smaller, she still possessed a razor-sharp beak and claws akin to his own.  Khaal had a size advantage, though, and an extra pair of front legs to aid him in combat.  The tendrils coming from his back, as well, boasted rows of piercing spikes at the ends.  The griffon could fly, but these ruins would prove a difficult place to try and maintain that.  He doubted that she could hover and there just wasn't enough room to turn unless she was exceptionally agile in flight.  He didn't quite know, but as he stalked closer, he realized something else.  The griffon in front of him was a woman.<br/><br/>Khaal hadn't dealt with his desires in a very long time.  He couldn't remember when he'd ever really gotten to appreciate another warm body like that and this griffon was the first who was even remotely his size.  The displacer beast stalked even closer and before he knew it, his rampant lust had locked him into reckless action as he maneuvered to put himself between her and the exit.<br/><br/>"Hello."  He said in a deep voice that rumbled like thunder, but flowed like silk, "What do we have here?"  He asked, purple-eyes glowing in the darkness as he loomed over Ambryn, claws and fangs bared menacingly, tail flicking excitedly behind him.