Inktober 2016 Day, The Twentieth: and Skulking Softly, there hung our Ancient Arcane AcroBat, boiling from his little branch with a centuries old bloodlust as he furtively glimpsed our sleeping heroine within that hallowed bedroom window. Just the recent knowledge of her presence in his life had all but turned his world upside down with all sorts of little Batty Obssessions. "I have lived through whole Epochs, witnessed Empires rise and fall whilst I waited for Thee, my Love...", he quietly brooded, "And thou hast come back to me at last. And soon. Very. Very soon. Thou shalt hear me Squeeeeeeeeeeeak!"