Balivor, the abberation, a dark creature, one of such occult nature and instinct he was often more akin to animal than human. He bore some resemblance to a man, but with a hulking figure and matching physique. For some he could be considered handsome, if not for the wide mouth he bore, stretching up his cheeks and lined with sharpened teeth. His long black hair like silk, horns curled like a devil, and pale skin smattered in onyx scales. His creation, his origin, was all a mystery to him having no kin. He'd been left to roam the earth in search of purpose, which was more often than not a simple one. To eat.

However, Balivor was capable of thought. Intelligent for a monster, but always seeking more. As of late, his focus and attention utterly consumed by a fixation. A mortal, a human, one he found conquering every corner of his mind. He simply had to know everything he could about them. A starvation, either for their flesh or simply their very being, he could not tell. He'd never experienced such a feeling in all his ages of hunting. No, this hunger was different.

For months, he'd stalked them from shadows, learning their patterns and quirks and habits. Tonight seemed he could no longer control his urge, sneaking his way directly into their room so he could crawl along their ceiling, simply watching. His glowing red eyes reflective like a mirror in the night, his insides twisting with intrigue, and every ounce of control exerted to not pounce at this opportunity. Worst of all however, his head fogged with that irresistible smell. Their scent.