[He watches that cute, awkward little escape, and isn't entirely sure what to make of it but he knows a weakness when he sees it. He slowly shifts forward again, groaning softly as he does from all the many sensations that prickle along and under his skin as he does so, but it allows him to fold his arms against Asu-- no Rakshasa's broad and (mostly unbloodied) chest so he is casually within his base as he responds]

In a certain ancient story within another tediously long story they are a type of asura, assumed by most to be evil and known for being blood drinking man-eaters who disrupted the lives of the gods at every opportunity. But it isn't so straightforward, as some are good and some are evil, but generally they are powerful warriors and magicians, with illusory and shape shifting powers.

They are also beings born of hunger, born to hunger, but notable for none-the-less choosing to protect what they hunger for.