"okay..." I say looking at him "but you look what maybe... 17?" I say looking him up and down in all his glory and wiseness.

luca looked up at the sky "funny i didn't hear you at all?" she said puzzled.

"I can typically appear however I wish. A more 'natural' form like this is much easier, and won't take much magical effort. It allows me to focus on other aspects I may need access to." He glances at Luca. "Like silence when attempting to lure another Devil. Sibnele always did like a strange hunt."

"That inky jerk is back our camp..." I muttered under my breath hoping no one heard but flinched when I said it a little louder then thought.

she looked down "i couldn't smell you either but i could smell the others.." she started muttering about him and how she couldn't sense him what so ever.

Iskren's eyes turn black. "What did you say?"

"nothing... I was just mumbling..." I said eyes widening in fear.

Iskren's mouth twitches. "Yes, I understand that. But it would seem I caught something in that string." His hand is near his shoulder, where the hilt of his sword is peeking over.

I gulp and inhale to control my now racing heart "why did I have to leave my bow in camp..." I growled to myself before shifting into a full sized wolf and stepping back.

Iskren sighs and puts the back of his hand against his head. His eyes fade to a normal steel-grey. "Just. . .look. I've been hunting this guy for a couple centuries now, because every time he breaks out, somewhere dies." He spreads his hands. "So, if you know anything about him, I would like to have information. I'm the physically strongest of us six, so I stand a good chance."