Kaehlin stood now, perched like an eagle on top of Skylos� stall, his feet on the sloped surface gripping almost as though they were hands, both arms folded over his bare chest and his black cape dangling loose down his muscled body. The tiefling�s glowing red eyes were intense; searching, seeking. Why he continued to hope he could not justify, part of him was still yearning for her. He ached at night as he thought on her, imagined her� Kaehlin�s fist broke through the stall�s roof, showering bits of wood down on Skylos. The storeowner cursed, dusting the debris behind a crate and silently praying to Tymora, Goddess of good fortune, that the tiefling on his roof would soon depart so he could return to business. Kaehlin lifted his fist out of the roof, paying it no heed and in his frustrations his teeth ground together, his sharpened fangs running over his incisors noisily. All his life he had felt alone, abandoned by everyone because of his heritage. But not by her, Am�naelihn, a being he was instinctively supposed to loathe and detest and a being who was instinctively supposed to loathe and detest him, had not shunned him for the horns sat neatly atop of his head, or for the paleness of his gray skin, the glowing fires in his eyes or the smell of brimstone that clung to his body. And Kaehlin had grown accustomed to the feeling of company. She was his; she belonged to him. And he had let her get away.

With inhuman strength of the thighs, Kaehlin leapt from the store and landed, crouched, on the ground several feet from Skylos, who stepped back in awestruck surprise. Kaehlin slowly straightened up, his hefty abyssal double axe swaying in its restraint on his back and like an oversized shadow he swept through the long passage of Rovandon. How often now he felt his muscles throb, crying out for her touch, begging for the excitement, the sensations that she had so often put them through. How often his mind wondered to her whenever he felt the lust building up in him. He had, of course, reverted to old ways, found the first attractive female he could; it was an elf this time around; and forced her to give him the release he craved. But for the first time Kaehlin found that the rape of a beautiful female did not satisfy his body, and did not fulfill his needs. Am�naelihn was different to all of them; to any of the others he could with ease pick up on the streets of the D/s District. To his every thrust she arced up rather than down, for every stroke of her tongue she did not turn her head. She had been the only one to ever whisper his name at him as he stared at her, and the only one in his life who had ever had the desire to seduce him to a point that he could no longer resist her. Yet suddenly she had left him� the mind link between them had broken, he felt this the moment he awoke, and he had no bearing on why or where she had gone so abruptly to.

Kaehlin tore the top of the stone water fountain clean off the structure with both bare hands, growling loudly and tossing the crumbling marble at a passing human, missing him narrowly. The human looked ready to draw blades with his attempted killer, but swiftly had second thoughts upon seeing just who it was; a nod and a smile and he was on his way. Kaehlin was too distracted to consider following the human to make his life even more miserable; one of his preferred pastimes. He was trying desperately, as he leant forward on the water fountain now dispensing its contents in a particularly uneven manner, to comprehend why Am�naelihn would have abandoned him with such ease. She was his girl, his belongings and, he believed, she had no right to just leave like that. He would find her, he told himself, and she would regret ever betraying him as she had. Even if he were to spend the rest of his tormented years seeking her, speaking to other beings if he must to follow her track. He felt a twinge in the back of his head, and he began to think things he had not been thinking a moment ago. He was afraid�

Kaehlin dug his fingers into the wall that supported the Rovandon gates, and with an agility that seemed almost unfitting to a person of his size he began to scale it, his muscled legs bending beneath him and his powerful arms dragging him up the side of the structure. He reached the top without a moment�s effort, as though he were simply crawling across a horizontal surface and now the tiefling perched just above the gate, his fangs showing over his bottom lip. His eyes flashed in the darkness that dusk was now bringing upon him, and he rested his hands on the floor between his bent legs. Kaehlin�s eyes were narrowed. She had a right to be afraid.

The horse drawn carriage drew to a halt as soon as it entered the Crossroads, and the door on the side swung open. A small, human man hopped off the front of the carriage and calmed his horses, keeping them still as a woman clambered out of the side door. Long and alluring blonde hair sat on her head, a white maternity dress falling over a curved stomach. She hobbled forwards, Kaehlin could see her muttering something to the human male, and instantly the man gave a nod of affirmation and his lantern went out, enshrouding the carriage in darkness. Kaehlin saw right through the pitch black, the move having certainly given him a better view of the two figures than them of him. He felt afraid. He felt excitement; anger; lust; fury. Kaehlin gave out a ear-splitting growl into the night, his head tipped back to allow the sound to carry to the darkening skies, before scuttling down the side of the wall back into the town, the only noise being the pitter-patter of his feet on stone and the clanking of his double axe on his armored spine. His voice echoed off into the Crossroads and beyond, into the Farms and the Mystical Forest. Am�naelihn shuddered.