[<The Skeleton resided amongst a rooftop, overlooking New York City. He sighed, staring forwarded, a distorted growl leaving him. His Tendrils swayed behind him, swirling a bit, almost like they had a life of their own.>]

Hhrg. . .

[<He quickly puddled away from view, watching as a helicopter passed by. . They were looking for him. It seems he had caused chaos. His brows furrowed, his eye glowing a furious blue hue.>]

Stupid . .Creatures . .

[<He'd begin to reform, now stepping to the edge of the building. He'd let himself fall forward, now fleeing into the night with each tendril acting as a pendelum for him to swing on. He knew there had to be someone of worth in this city. Someone HE had to look for. And he wouldn't stop. Snarls left him, negativity dripping off of his body.>]

Where. . ARE YOU?!

[<He roared, as a helicopter just barely missed him. He soon resorted to another rooftop, going back into hiding. Once the coast was clear, He once more, reformed. Standing at the edge.>]