#;squints

The creature often dwelled on those places that oozed out some sort of different aura, wether that was because of misfortune that had struck the place or other reasons, he was attracted to it like a moth to a flame. With legs crossed he sat atop one of the many large boxes ( filled with who knows what! Though he could swear he could hear muffled voices from one of them), watching how several dock workers went about their bussiness, not yet noticing him--not yet but he was certain one would, one of the few could always sense his presence, so he waited, with a lazy smile adorning sharp features, patience was a virtue afterall.