EVme, didn't mean to leave you out! I am sincerely sorry, and I hope that this post will give your character an objective!

~Rhee’ualheu Mara Deiis’alu, Wrong Soul~
…thirst…

Gliding on the thermals, I glanced down as I flew, my hair obscuring my vision slightly. Starting in surprise, I noticed a figure, obscure, walking.

Just walking, with his shoulders slumped and his head down. He looked sad, and I liked a sad person.

I licked my lips. Melancholy blood was my favourite type, and maybe this figure would oblige me with a taste.

Angling my wings down, I swept closer. As my eyesight adjusted, I braked slightly as I realised that it was none other than the boy, Zenzir. What a turn up for the books.

Banking, I flapped in font of him and hovered in the air, bowing in a mockery of the traditional Demal style.

Flicking my hand up in a nonchalant salute, I landed and folded my wings deftly.

“So, we meet again, eh boy?” An amused smirk played across my lips and I tried not to let my hunger show. “Tis fate indeed that brings us together, for if you meet someone twice in one day, it is no coincidence.” Zenzir looked dubious at my proclamation of fate’s hand in our meeting, but he held out his hand anyway, in a gesture of politeness.

“Mara.” He inclined his head respectfully and I smiled at him.

“It is well when boys know their place…now, where art thou headed?” Shaking his head ruefully, he glanced south and shrugged.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I had thought about taking Telone but…” He trailed off, a wistful look in his eyes. “But I have no supporters…”

“How about you join me to Tailen? I am sure we could have a….ah, a fine time…” He looked unsure, but nodded sharply.

“Why not? I have no other duties to fulfil, and I hear that things are happening in Tailen that shouldn’t be missed…” I smiled as he looked me up and down with a jaundiced eye.

“You have changed somewhat since our last meeting…” The question was unspoken, but I answered it anyway.

“I despise the filthy body that I had the bad luck to be thrust into…” My thoughts turned to Uul again, inexorably, I seemed to be drawn to him…shaking my head, I dismissed it as an after-effect of his blood and turned my attentions back to Zenzir.

“I am the last surviving member of a race called the Lalli’huem...my people had, ah, a unique heritage…but we withered and died,” My tone became bitter at this, “Through the meddling of the Demal…” I spat the last word as if expelling rotten blood from my mouth, before catching his shocked expression. I had forgotten that his body and soul were Demal.

“Ah, I meant no insult, bo…ah, Zenzir…that was long ago…” Too long for my liking, I added under my breath. Ah, how I longed to restore my race! But that would never be possible. Only the Demal scum remained now…

Shaking his head, Zenzir hid a look of confusion with a smile. Ah, I could smell his sweet, young blood from where I was stood…

But that was for later…

Now, however, I would concentrate on reaching Tailen, and gathering my Wrong Soul companions in a single place…

“Let us set out then. I presume you do not object to flight…?” I spread my magnificent wings in sadness, knowing that they were only a shadow of their flesh, and sprang into the air. Without waiting to see if he was following, I headed off in the direction of Tailen; West and a touch South, my wings stretching as I rode the thermals, their rhythmic beat soothing in my ears…

Flightsound always reminded me of a heartbeat…