The lone feline stood ever silent, his paws locked against each other and his slender body balancing upon the rooftops. withing the wind his robe fluttered, upon the markings of those that where bound to him, and to whom he was bound by blood. The marking where four different symbols, and each represented one person, one person from whom he had drunk the blood, and whom he allowed to drink his own blood. And even in the dead of night, when he was all alone, he could feel their heartbeats, pulsing and sharing the warmth that lay within. He shifted his right hind paw and positioned himself so that he could easily bend through his knees and prowl lower, still his gaze was unwavering though, still trained upon the building that he had abandoned...