He never considered himself a guest. Not in this forest. Not in Crystal Desert. Not among the nature breathing the fresh air into its green lungs.
He surely wasn’t born here and his body won’t return to Thra, as it never came from it.
But he was never a guest. He was part of Thra since his first day, when he was travelling whole day, searching for his first prey.
skekMal slowly approaches you, his moves very cat-like, his gaze fixed at you, as he steadily reaches his both major hands to the blades that hangs under his cloak. He is ready to pounce, yet he waits, until you move first, or start to talk to him. You hear as the wind gets stronger and the blow seems to part you from him, the fall leaves dancing around him, like enchanted.
Suddenly, without any sign he may even move, he is already next to you, holding one of his blades just at you neck.
His eyes squint, his hot breath hits you face, as he murmurs.