Summer 509 av 8th
Voreasos just smiled softly as the dead corpse fell to the ground, a small songbird was an easy meal after he filled its nest with an sickly like silk substance that they could form from there systems. It worked wonders at times such as this. The eggs would be sold or just tossed for other wildlife.
He just sit on tree, well stood as if on the ground yet was well over fifteen feet. His back was towards the tree trunk, his hands along in, the palms touching it and his feet bent a bit also on it watching the ground with his red eyes.
He had no plans for the day, just watching the world move and move and maybe eat another meal. He was still alone yet learning to get over it. He would be home one day and in the mean time he would try his best to enjoy himself.