[The need to feed isn't so much in the forefront, now - without any true attachments to get in the way, the Golden Malgam wants to play.

Popping up out of the shadows, landing its locusts on the unsuspecting in a steady drip-drip-drip until someone ran, even simply forcing people to use each other as distractions (not that that tactic worked), it devised games of its own.

Occasionally it would look in the direction of its Master, knowing where he was regardless of if the latter was visible, in case he wanted to pass along his own input.]