Belar loudly yawns and stretches, his back rubbing on the big flank of furry carpet....oh, excuse me, on furry flank of his demonic familiar. Which likewise stirs wake from Belar's stretching and starts do the usual feline stretching motions when they wake up. Last night had been long and cold, both figuratively and also lack of action soak his blade in demon blood. He stretches his powerful lean muscles and brushing aside his rich deep lavender hair out from his pitch black eyes. Looking upon Three Tombs. The sight of it during dawn reminded him much nicer peaceful times in the past....and soon his second inner voice spoke to him and reminded him those days are far behind him now, with his new masters and goals he should forget about his past life. If he would walk now to Three Tombs Court he would be seen as a monster, similar to those which are laying the siege and they would not be too far from the truth.<br/><br/>Belar unsheathes his Crownbreaker, his daiklave which oily vitriolic gleaming surface glowed in pale fire green light upon dawn. Looking on the blade and upon it's handsome reflection of his face, sculpted perfect upon his exaltation he speaks; "Well, let's go seek some demons. Perhaps today we find the general and bring his head to Three Tombs and declare ourselves hero in here." With that said he sheaths his blade and with gentle tapping he wakes up his morning lazy siamhata looking great cat, adjusting riding harnesses he mounts the great cat and kick on flanks they once more rided in countryside. Stalking for demon raiders. Since his exaltation it has been quiet, demons had not come raid for sometime but it's matter of time before it happens and when it does.....demons will face a new meaning of hell upon his arrival to the scene and in his newfound glory proves and shows his might impress people of Three Tombs Court. None would recognize him if not study up very close his mannerism and appearance, he was once local but he was now much more, transformed.<br/><br/>While riding Belar thinks all the pretty women and girls in Three Tombs Court, women and girls which he tried impress false tales of grandeur and hoping to get on their pants. The voice inside his head showed images of much grander and more beautiful sensual women elsewhere, but reason why he thirsts conquest local women was for more feel of dominance than actual physical beauty of the women. Also memory of said women were like fine salt; making him thirsty even if he knew there was other spices around.