Mjogrr finally stirred from his eternal slumber.

The ancient being coiled his skin, the energy contained under the luminous surface changing from the feeling of a buzz to the erratic crackling which had roused him. He drained his current victim with a single unguis which penetrated out of his dimension and into reality.

Where he wanted to be. Now that he had awoken.

Thousand of eyes opened, grey and viscous liquid dripping out of each ocular. The nothingness around him tried to melt with every single movement of his skin against the space around him.

Finally, a victim that gave him enough energy to wake.

Would this be a person who could give him enough energy to escape?

Almost all of his eyes closed. He waited, waited for a little bit longer. Waiting for the day when he would return to the dimension that had rejected him.