A chill bore through Dolash's risque tunic as he pulled the thin, translucent cloth tighter across his chest. He squinted his eyes against the dark upon the pale visage perched upon the low branch of his tree within the courtyard. The woman turned towards him, making eye contact. There was no chill that tickled his spine, but instead he was frozen by fear as he recognized that aura: unadulterated bloodlust. The spell was snapped as she began to giggle like a little girl and dropped from the branch to the ground. Dolash went to defend himself, but she was gone.