[Salone]

Na'lsa took the man's hand, pulling himself up to stand. For now, he would bide his time. For now, he would be their guest. For now, he would lick his wounds and contemplate his options. For now...he was Lev of Tsavo, Lev Gurevich, the poor bastard soldier. For now. He cleared his voice, making sure he was heard by the rest of his 'flock'.

"I am Lev Gurevitch. Lev of Tsavo, to some. I am but a sheep in the Flock."

Of course, he was sure that his more...primal nature would be detected, eventually. But eventually could be a long time. His first thought was to channel a more...peaceful aura. One that would be strong enough to not betray his true nature. He thought back. Back to the beginning. Back before he had lost Rue. Back before when he thought that Shealtiel was nothing but a doddering old fool. Back when they were focusing on surviving. Back when he had devoured the Saint and his mind had been nearly shattered apart by the sheer power he had consumed, how he had struggled to hold it in, wrestling with something that he could not even comprehend. That was what he needed now. The essence of the Saint.

His sacred skin had been so delectable. So...succulent. He recalled how the flesh peeled away from the bones with such ease. How he had consumed the holy flesh. Shredded the meat, devoured the Saint. Violated, defiled, corrupted the very being of his body, of his...

Na'lsa snapped back in to reality, realizing he was letting himself get carried away. Old habits died hard, and his hunger was an ever present pang. For now, he chose to ooze the power that the Saint had granted him. After all, it was the Saint who changed him, the Saint who had let him realize his true calling...or a clever ploy to devour all he could. His intent was to separate organs from owners, but as long as he walked among those who could see him for what he really was, the aura of the long dead Saint would provide for him. And if it failed, he would devour everything in his path.

With a chuckle under his breath, he turned to his motley party to address him.

"Aren't we all just lost Sheep parted from the Flock?"