The Demon leaps up the mountain in unearthly bounds, leg muscles flexing, lactic building, despite the chill of the upper mountain, he is completely unaffected, possibly due to the fact he is born from this wether, possibly because of his pelt, most likely both. He and his tribe lived on the lower levels of mountains like these, every month, making a trek to the higher elements to meet the spirits of their dead. Being a demon, Aura was actually able to call spirits from their resting place for communication.
Of course, nomads didn't build ridiculous structures like these...
He examined the temple, built into the rock, and, rather than entering through the door, converted his mass into a flurry f snowflakes, anti-demon defenses are being put up everywhere nowadays, so its usually best to take precautions. After the snow passes through, it compresses into the form of Aura, before melting away, reavealing a slightly wet demon. "Hate that" He grumbles.
He glances around, picking out monks, and the earthbound humans. He also detects the winged demon, and trails after where his instinct instructs him to go.
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