The young drow just stands their and stares for a long while before she swallows hard and nods her head vigorously the scent of fear is so strong it almost makes you lose control of everything. You can barely hold on to reality with your weary being, and then as the girl runs away something happens.<br/><br/>You can not describe it exactly, the tare is not physical. A separation of two things, you blink for a long second staring into the balcony opening as you hear something behind you. You spell the fear and hate; you didn’t know hate could be smelled.<br/><br/>As you turn about slowly you see you’re self, or part of your self. The being within you that wants to hurt, destroy and obliterate. A being of pure base desires and of malevolent evil stands their and looks at you with hate in its eyes. It is hear because it has seen weakness and wants to destroy it.<br/><br/>There is no verbal communication but you know that it wishes you, the girls, the dragon, Ann and everything ells only harm