[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iarl1oErdpY]Adrians voice[/url] (Use your imagination)
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Adrian smiled in the shadows, the light glinting off his white fangs, as the mothman chuckled quietly. Did others think him so odd that he was a complete fool too? [color=f9ad81]"You brought a gift to me, going out of your way to track me down, just to exchange pleasantries?" Adrian chuckled again as he reached into his robes to pull out the sweater, tearing off a good chunk of sleeve and offering it to Roy. "Oh but where are my manners.."[/color] He spat a glob of greenish liquid, stomach acids, that began to dissolve the thick strands of wool about the shirt for easier digestion. [color=fdc68a]"If you have come to learn, then eat with me."[/color] When Roy expectadly did not share a meal with him it was all to clear. [color=fdc68a]"You are here for a familiar."[/color] Adrian stood to his full height and curled the wings across his body, wrapping the red robe about him once more but leaving the hood up. Still careful not to gaze into his eyes he offered a hand. Roys grasp was firm as he nodded. [color=fdc68a]"I expect good things.. Master." [/color]

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Timeskip!

Adrian flew cautiously in the sky, hidden by the darkness from prying eyes who might gaze upon the heavens and see a devil instead. His wingbeats were soundless as his gaze focused on the, what he had recently learned to be, female dormitories. Women always had the best things to eat, and most were quite a sight to behold he admitted to himself. As part moth he was always awake during the late hours of the night before the sun rose and he retreated to a dark spot to rest for a few hours, though that was rarely his own living quarters. Many times he had been told to return to his own dwellings but never had bothered. The sky was his home and all these houses were his dwelling. On multiple occassions people had awoken to the sight of Adrian clinging to their ceiling like a cacoon, dug in by his talons in a corner relaxing.
More than a few had attacked and subsequently seen his eyes. 
Caution had changed his attitude and now made his visits much quicker, if still quite startling. 

The winds changed as Adrian began to dive but movement and noise from the rooftops caught his attention. Masked figures were moving about the courtyard, rapidly and into other peoples rooms. Not soon after the violence started and already a fire had occurred, from on high he could taste the smoke. His instincts told him to flee but his curiosity got the best of him. Gently he glided down onto a nearby roof, all but unnoticed, and watched as a number of women were confronted by a man holding a sword. Adrian scuttled down the wall and poked his masked head over the threshold ever so lightly for a better look and scuttled back the way he had come. If they brought the fight outside, Adrian might yet get a good meal. He licked his lips in anticipation. Oblivious to the very real threat.