Ro'Tulrin, King of Bats.

The dark, the chittering of bats, no, the chittering of his children. He was used to it, and he conversed with them as such while sitting at his cold, stone throne. And he looked over the land, while his body slowly started to change with the magicks of the land moulding him to befit a king of such a people. Though there he sat, withering softly in times apparent absence in his head. Though there was always the dark, and the chittering. Then came the sun, and he stood atop the peak of a mountain and he roared, new found vocals turning his roar in a screech. Inhuman, uncaring, cruel, cold. He felt his face, there was nothing, though his hands were twisted into cruel talons, and he slowly felt a twitch on his back, only to find appendages alien to him. Then he turned to his people, the chittering becoming words as he was shaped to some invisible will that was not his own, but how he came to this fate was still unknown to him. All he knew was that he was with his people, with ones who now loved and adored him. He no longer had humanity, only what he thought may be it somewhere in his demented, tortured mind. Lo' and behold his form, not man, not animal, but a sick twist of both. He had short fur that covered his body, and now his face slowly changed, as his ears grew long and pointed and his mouth grew something like fangs. And his demeanor became like them who served him, like a Bat. He then looked up at the dark, squirming mass above him and held out his arms so that his subjects could swoop down and embrace him in a feral show of respect, love, adoration, worship, want, lust, need...
And that shape-less mass of darkness did descend upon him, flowing around and alighting upon him. He then felt a horrid, horrid pain. And he knew that his subjects wanted his lifes blood. Though he wasn't horrified as he once thought he was, it was natural to him now. And he only opened his arms and legs wider, spread eagle to let those small, warm and furry bodies drink from him. And as he accepted that it hurt less, much much less. And it became a small bliss to know that he was truly part of Them now, not anything else, but Them. The formless horde of fur and warmth then slowly died down,and he sat once more on his stone throne, letting them rest on his body after their almost orgasmic feast of his life. Though in his state of kingliness among them, he did, infact humble himself among the dark, learning to hate the light as they do. To love the mother night that kept them shrouded and protected from all those who would never understand as They did. As we did. Now the sun set, and they all awoke with gentle stirrings all around him, and the scars under his newly found fur attested to their bond. He was no long a simple man, he was Lord of the bats. He was keeper of the dark things, the bad things. And now somethings stirred within him, it was hunger, lust for the life that his subjects had so lovingly drained from his already frail body. "Cold..." Said the newly found lord. "Why art thou' cold master?" Replied one of his subjects, though what good it would do her lord, she knew not. "I find myself cold, because I am no longer a man." The words caught his subjects with a surprised sadness. "But we are not cold, and we are not men, your grace..." Said that same small feminine voice as earlier. "Its becaues you were never men... thats why you feel no cold, because your already cold." He said, though that only made the bats respond by running their fur along him, and ball around him till he was enveloped. Though he was physically warm, he was cold, cold as ice. Though this was the price from which he had chosen to enter this cave and share blood from its loathsome fountain which no longer ran. He had to admit though, he liked the power it gave him, and he absolutely adored the creatures hoarding around his body trying to comfort them since they knew not what he ment by the term he used as cold. He was still happy though, just sad and cold inside that made him grow soon to be, bitter. Bitter towards all men, who unlike him, had feelings of love and warmth. Though that story is for another time. For i can assure you, the lord of bats has many, many stories from which mortal men could tell you of. Though if your looking for the truth, there is naught but one place. The old mill where it is said he fell as a man, and wandered his way through the mirkwood to a cave. Though it was not ment for men to enter this cave, all the elves knew this, yet it mattered not to the race of men. Elves and their supersticious ways, but now there was new truth to their words shown through him.

"I hunger, bring me something to ease my sufferage, loved ones." And once more as the sun sank low in the sky, there was a flutter a wings, and that shaplesee cloud of black ascended the town, attacking all to feed their master. And with that, the creature looked down to something that was forgotten long ago. He then slowly picks it up. Its a sword, still gleaming with shadowy moonlight from inside the cave. The ragged, visious edges jutted out like saw bladed teeth, and he liked that, it would draw more lifes blood from his foes that way. And once more he felt down below in the dirt and dust, and found a helmet, he then put that on, relishing that feel of what it was that made him man once more and laughing a bit as his large ears protruded quite comfortably. Then the feeling hit him again, the feel to be man. Though it was only a little inside, for he was still the monster, and no one cared about a monster. And on that day, the bat lord had put the sword to his right breast and pierced it with a mark, a cross of holiness upon him. If he could not make this place a house of man, he would make it a house of religion, a sacred place where mortals dare not tread. And with that, he roared his rageful, cold indignation to that world, and was heard from no more from that point, no more at least till a certain youth was caught entering his abode and destroying his vow to keep this place sacred. Then his wrath was known among the lands...

(Tell me how you liked it. And i don't mind critisism, in fact i encourage it. So please tell me how i did. More to come later. You'll see my new ideas to make this creature a little more... twisted, hence forth the new ratings.)