Deralak flew around the forest as he thought of all the things said to him within the past few hours. Werewolves telling him to stand down, humans, obviously scared of him. The yoko, skittish at best, had seemed the bravest of them all. Deralak knew yokos normally ran from anything bigger than them and not human. The druid had not been as scared as most humans, would have fought at least. Kane had seemed to show no fear at all. That messed with Deralak. Humans hated demons, and many a demon hunter had come for Deralak's head. Deralak thought a bit, then realized he had forgotten something. For so many years he had hunted for Gorex. He had forgotten a skill his wife had imbued him with, and why his sister wanted his head more than any human did. "What a fool I've been," he laughed to himself. He concentrated on two simple things for a moment, flying, and making specific changes to his bodily form. While just an illusion, it had kept his wife's family from trying to kill him. Within a few seconds, the being in the sky only resembled a demon by his wings. Deralak Examined his body, so long had he forgotten about it. His only piece of clothing, a loin cloth, had fallen off. "D**n this small form, time to get some clothes before worrying about anything else," he growled at himself. He flew back into town, and willed his wings away. Now anyone who saw him would just think him insane. He snuck into a house, and "borrowed" some clothes from the man that lived there. He walked out dressed in leather pants and leather vest, his human form's solid abs and muscled chest still in plain sight. "Mayhap now the humans will calm down, although the yoko and ethereal beast will still see me for who I am, and the druid more than likely as well," Deralak said. He heard a howl, and not just one, or from one beast. One howl had come from a pack of weres, and the other from only one. Deralak checked his sword, and his whip, and realized something. The yoko and druid had walked into the forest, near where the howl had come from. He instantly stopped thinking to himself and ran in the direction. The single were was most likely hurt. But the humans needed help. And while he looked like a human, he still had his demonic strength and spells. He ran to the seen, slowing down to what he remember was a humans normal speed, and looked at the scene. Humans and weres everywhere. And there he was, Gorex. Calm yourself, Deralak, the humans must not know of your human form untill they are quite comfortable with you, he thought to himself. He hoped the human smell on the leather would cover his demonic stench, and made himself known. "Ah, so I see everyone has finally met," Deralak said in his purely human voice. "Gorex, if you value your life, you had better move on. I'm sure you remember me," Deralak let the demonic fire show in his eyes as he stared at the were who killed his wife. "And as for you all," he stated turning to face the humans and yoko, "I do believe this fight is for another time, I've been watching you. A fight right now would hurt fate, and that is never good. Now, I'll introduce myself to everyone here. My name is Sift, a spell-sword from the eastern continent, and if these weres don't move on, I'll be forced to act," Deralak said. He lowered his head for a second, to make sure his skin was darker than most western humans, and it was. He raised his head, looked directly at Gorex, and motioned for him to leave. "And tell your imcoming weres to step off, I do not feel like shedding blood this dark day," he said matter of factly. He turned and walked off, making sure to pick up Gorex's scent. He turned around and said quickly to the humans and yoko, "Let us return, I much need to speak with the one named Kane," and with that said, Deralak slipped into the darkness. He ran with great speed to the sound of the other howl, switching his form back to his demonic body, and putting his found loin cloth back on. He hid the leather in a tree, and took flight. With everything going so badly, he would find it hard to be two people at once.