Your Adversary The Devil

It was relatively cool, though it was mostly due to the biting rain that pelted his pale form as he moved through the night toward no where in particular. He had just taken to walking, eating only when his stomach pinched and slipping away from Belua at the first chance he had. It was nothing to do with the beast's sister, he just felt the need to be alone from time to time. His piebald form moved through the thick trees and brush, heading no place in particular. Something had drawn him here to Auster, an odd tug in his stomach that felt instinctual and necessary. He was unsure what had drawn him to this place, but the demon was determined to discover the reason for it.

"Devilish tongue." 'Roaring thoughts.'  Walketh about. "Listening to voices."