Felix had been running, running from his most recent encounter with a God. The God of nature. Well, he would not likely be found in the most unnatural place in the United States.
He tore through some rundown street, not paying attention to it's name.
New York City. No other place LESS natural on the planet. Safe enough from whatever that man might have been.
A few weeks had come and gone since then, and the time had dulled his image of the meeting. It was a haze of anger and confusion. He got away as soon as he could and had not stopped running yet.
Until now, that is. He slid to a stop and darted down an alley. He was breathing hard, but managed to compensate fairly well. The sun had set some time ago, and he had been rushing through the twilight of the night mixed with the artificial lights so fast he had lost track of where he was.
Pushing his back against a wall, he slid to the ground and sighed. He finally could relax.
He closed his eyes, just for a moment...
He heard a scream. He was on his feet instantly. A woman had screamed. He heard it! He looked around, seeing nothing at first. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting. He saw a strange shadow being pulled behind another corner further down. Then he heard a door open. There was a yelp as a man felt some sort of pain, and the woman screamed aloud again.
"HELP!!!!"
That was enough.
His feet hit the ground like rain drops in a downpour, faster and faster until he was at the door. It was a heavy, metal door, slammed shut already. But...it was not without it's imperfections.
He gulped, needing to focus his ability consciously for the first time in a long time. His body snapped and bent and bent away in size. It was like he folded in on himself dozens of times until nothing but a rat was left. A grey haired, sleek, and very...intelligent looking rat.
Quick as a flash, the thing was scrambling up the door frame to the overhang just above which seemed decayed and rotten.
Luck was on his side, and maybe the woman's. He found a hole and squeezed through it and found himself scurrying along a dirty hallway with a single light off in the dark. He jumped off the ledge, landed on a coat rack, slid down a leather jacket and landed on the ground silently. His clicking nails were softened by some sort of struggle ahead.
He moved as fast as he could, preparing himself to morph back into his human shape. He came to the corner and was horrified at what he saw. No less than three woman, bound and gagged, tied up and obviously maltreated, given their state of disarray. A fourth a male of undetermined age was now binding with some sort of handcuffs to what looked like a chain in the wall.
Then he saw the things lining the room. Bats. Knives. Bloody articles of clothing. Various sexually oriented devices and horrid things from a madman's dreams.
His tiny frame twitched as anger overtook him. He seethed and writhed in rage until his mousy frame began to shed it's fur, sprouting scales, his legs vanishing into a lengthy, reptilian body. The king of Snakes.
The cobra slithered up nearly silently, much to the horror of the women who saw it in their dazed state. His eyes focused on the man who had just finished with the woman. His hands moved to his belt.
Too late.
The Cobra rose up, exposing it's hood and hissed. The man turned around, confused at the sound with a look of frustration. That was quickly replaced by one of abject terror and a shout beyond painful as the cobra struck.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Face. Neck. Chest. Abdomen.
He bit into the man, injecting him with as much venom as he could, filling him with his anger, his body then morphed, fangs replaced by backwards facing teeth, jagged and razor sharp. His body gained girth, but did not change the general shape.
Python.
He moved as fast as a fifteen foot snake could, wrapping the man up in a binding hug so tight, bones could be heard snapping. It was over in less than a minute.
The thing let go and slithered away from the women, too injured to scream or move. Now in the darkness of the hall, he reformed his shape and took on his normal appearance. He moved into the room quickly, grabbed at the man's pockets and pulled out what he assumed to be the keys, given their shape and weight. He unlocked the padlocks on the woman wordlessly and stepped out of the room.
The most lucid one, the woman who had just been taken, saw everything, save the final change, and was half out of her mind with the sight. She'd call the police soon enough.
Felix moved quickly, grabbing onto a fire ladder and getting to the top of the building nearby in a few moments. He sighed and sat on the ledge, now overlooking down-town New York. The lights twinkled casually in the distance, totally unaware of the evil he had just come across, and totally uncaring.
"Is that...what people are?"
He pondered aloud to himself.
"If so...I want none of it..."
He thought back to the forest where the only rule was kill to eat. Eat to survive. That's it. There was no needless torture or pain.
Humans...
He thought, now silently.
HUMANS are the problem...we need to be exterminated....
He anger towards his fellow man only grew, thinking on all the atrocities humans committed against one another. His brooding grew so deep, to any who were sensitive to it, he could likely be felt much sooner than seen. His anger was almost palpable, a seething steam that rose, red hot into the air.
To a normal person, anyway, he'd just be a guy in a hoodie sitting on a rooftop. To anyone who knew more...well, who could say what they'd see or know about this lone Shifter who still had no reason to stop?
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 19, 2013 10:19:49 GMT -5
Adam was walking down the streets of New York as he enjoyed the view. This was his first time in the city and he was enjoying every moment of it until he heard a scream from an alley. He carefully slides down the alley as to not draw attention or suspicion. Adam's gaze of amazement vanished as he approached where he believed the sound originated yet he stopped. He watched a very interesting rodent crawl to the door, something he learned to never take for granted, the pile of cloths confirmed his suspicion. Deciding to wait this one out as to not interfere with the balance of this encounter he proceeded to climb the fire escape so he could watch the alley should events unfold.
He stays up there for a bit before he decides to get down yet once he starts to move he notices activity from the door as the shapeshifter books it toward the fire escape he was about to climb down. Looking around he finds a spot to hide as he starts to breath deeply and calmly. His breathing gets softer as he seemingly begins to meditate on his surroundings. Adam hears the man's words sink into his own thoughts as he can relate to the stranger.
Slowly and carefully he steps out from his hidding spot as he keeps his hands behind his back. He doesn't know the individual so he would rather have his hands close if need be to his pistol. "Humans and non-humans are the same....." he finally chimes in softly as he keeps his distance, Adam gazes out over the roof top as he calmly waits for the man to acknowledge his presence and not be nervous. Fear has no place in his mind but he would rather expose himself now before being found out.
Felix looked over his left shoulder. Fear was not so much was grasped him at this point. His fear was consumed by thoughts far greater than his own well being. After coming face to face with a God, what more could anyone offer to him? His emerald eyes met the man's face with a cold contempt.
"Non-humans? You mean Gods?"
That was all he knew. Shape shifters. Gods. Humans. He had just breached a world he knew nothing about and was still hesitant to try and learn more.
"The Gods, as far as I can tell have hardly done...that."
He gestured to the place from whence he had just came. Why was he opening up to this man?
The thought struck him immediately.
He spun around on the ledge, hopping to his feet, putting his back towards the fifteen story drop. He crouched into a defensive position, only one had steadying him.
"What do you want?"
His voice was more or less a growl. He was still much like a threatened animal. At least, when he was not in deep as thought as he just had been. He had, at the very least, gotten passed the pure instinct driven part of the shifting process.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 19, 2013 15:20:37 GMT -5
Adam smiles as he puts his hands up, realizing that the man was no threat to him, at least that is what he felt. "Relax changeling...." He slowly walks over toward him as he keeps his right hand up and his left hand extended. "The name's Adam.... Human....I appreciate your actions... saved me the trouble." He seems to choose his movements carefully around this one. "You say you've met gods? or are you speaking symbolically....Either way... thank you for keeping the balance..." He would eventually back up even if the man did not shake his hand.
Looking over the ledge he smiles softly as he puts his hands in his pockets. He seems to be looking for something for a while before stepping back from the ledge. "You seem young.... or at least unaware...." he shifts his gaze to the man, he has heard everything the man had said yet he seems to be processing any and all of his words. "In the end...I'm not your enemy....." he looks over at the man with determination in his eyes.
Going over the scribbled map again, Eimear left the bar she had just been in with a client. The loud noise of people talking gave way to city noises of the outside, though, seriously, it was all pollution to her ears. 'What's with all these technological advances either way? Just rankles the brain, that's what.'
Miir's amused chuckle broke through her mind. 'What do we have to look for, this time?' His rumble soothing to her frayed nerves. Riding a blind dragon all the way from the jungles of South America to New York had been a challenge to do without anyone noticing, and the lack of sleep was getting to both of them. Miir seemed to cope better, though, as dragons were tougher than nails. At least her blind guardian was. Eimear just hoped they had done enough to cover their tracks, as she wasn't really keen on encountering Hunters or other things in their way.
Though unfortunately, trouble always seemed to be just behind that door.
'Some sort of diary, it seems.' She huffed, folded the map into her jeans' pocket and tugged her scarf more tightly against her neck, as her steps resumed towards a darkened area of buildings.
'A diary? We came all the way, in a hurry, to fetch a diary to some poor sod who lost it?!' The dragon growled. He would be lucky if the sound hadn't rattled the windows of the building he was currently hiding in the shadows of. A tiny child pointing at him from his window and screaming at his parents (and subsequently the whole neighbourhood) to make 'the scary giant lizard in the wall' go away was enough of a bad experience to said lizard, who had to scramble away quickly enough to dodge the things thrown at him from the humans. Eimear hid a grin beneath the scarf at the memory. That had been a tough blow to the dragon's enormous ego, to have to 'run away in such an unseemly manner from those puny creatures'. Still, no matter the awkward situations, he never harmed them.
She sighed at the dark night sky. 'Not a normal diary, you big lump. It's a list. Or at least that's what our contact told me, though I had the feeling he was hiding something...' The man had been very skittish, kept staring nervously at his folded hands and around the bar as if checking there was no one suspicious listening to their conversation.
Her dark hair kept flowing irritantingly in front of her face, hiding the path. Her thoughts halted with a chilling scream into the night that made her blood icy cold and stopped her near a very dark alley. 'Nu-uh. No way am I going to get anywhere near that.' She reluctantly ignored the churning feeling in her stomach, hardening her pace to go in the contrary direction of whatever was taking place in there. Specially not after turning her head and seeing a very, very suspicious man-shaped shadow turning the corner of the alley.
'Eimear!! Was that you?' She could sense Miir's affliction as he probably was slinking through the buildings as quietly as he could in his need to get to her.
'Of course not! I don't scream like that!' She scoffed even as her legs began pumping to bring her close to a light area of restaurants. It wasn't safe, nowhere was, but much better than the dark. 'Don't come, Miir. People will see you if you get out of the shadows.'
Something broke in the direction of the buildings after the alley where she had ran from and Eimear saw a large dark shadow flying straight into the open night sky. 'No way! Don't tell me...'
'Sorry to burst your bubble, Eim, but I'm afraid it's a bit late for that advice.'
And people started screaming and pointing at the dark dragon.
Post by dudedude2211 on Aug 19, 2013 21:26:29 GMT -5
He had been flying, when he had encountered a dark dragon. The hole in his black feathered wings had almost completely healed, and he scanned over the dragon with his blackish-red eyes. He didn't scream, but he turned so they were facing the same direction. He flew alongside the dragon, careful not to provoke an attack. He had never fought a dragon, and never wanted to. He enjoyed the sound of screams of terror from humans, most of which deserved reasons to scream. He noticed the two figures on top of a building as he flew past it, keeping up with the dragon with ease. He recognized one of the people on the building... a hunter that he had encountered before, and the first time, shot his wing. The hunter was aiming for his heart, but hit his wing. That was in Chicago, and he had then went to Vegas. When his wing healed enough to allow him to fly again, he did, and flew straight to New York.
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2013 21:30:32 GMT -5 by dudedude2211
"I'll fight when needed, revel when there's an occasion, mourn when there is grief and die if my time comes... But I refuse to let anyone use me against my will." --Eragon, by Christopher Paolini
"That's the spirit—one parts brave, three parts fool." --Eragon by Christopher Paolini
Felix's hair stood on end as the new comers appeared. His eyes went wide and his skin began to bristle with obvious apprehension. His fingers dug into the edge of the building as he saw what looked like a .... dragon flying along side what he would swear to be Mothman.
He flipped. Literally. He backflipped off the ledge, soaring through the air, his muscles having given a powerful burst of energy to the jump. He landed on the other ledge, slipped and nearly fell off, catching himself at the last second.
He looked at the man on the other building indignantly.
"I meant to do that!"
He pulled himself up and spun around to face the man, never loosing sight of the two flying figures.
"You don't mean any harm, but it just so happens that when YOU show up-"
He pointed up.
"THAT thing shows up too?!"
He was getting the sinking feeling in his stomach now that he knew about this supernatural stuff, he was never going to be able to escape it. He shuddered with the thought, wondering how he'd escape the massive creature now airborne and drawing much attention to itself, as well as the flying figure beside it.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 20, 2013 9:18:32 GMT -5
Adam quirks an eye brow as he looks up. He has seen many things but as soon as he saw what seemed to be a Dragon. he shouts. "What the Fuck is THAT!" Terror in his voice. He was fine with deamons and vampires a like, no problem, but for some reason the thought that dragons also existed terrified him. He looks back at the man who leaped over. "HEY! Don't leave me here with that!" The man who seemed to be unnerved by almost everything was seemingly freaking out. Adam does, however, seem to notice the deamon but cares not about it... there is a DRAGON in the air after all.
Adam starts booking it to the edge as he crouches low to the ground and launches himself toward the other roof top, Cussing the whole way over. Barely managing to land as well, if he was just a few inches shorter of the land he would of bit it. He turns to the man. "I have no idea where that came from..." He points at the dragon before he stands up and quirks an eyebrow. "Wait.... This way!" He starts to book it towards the next roof top, Leaping towards it's fire escape as he slides down, letting go and grabbing the next ledge. He makes it down to alley and starts to head toward the street with people. He speaks loud enough so that if the man followed he could hear. "Can't get us in a crowd...."
Eimear groaned loudly and brought a hand to her face. 'You've got to be joking...' People kept screaming and running and pointing at Miir all around her, while the dragon snorted in amusement. 'You don't get to have fun in this mess, Miir! What if there's a Hunter nearby? Or the police arrives?'
'I guess we've caught everyone's attention, now...' She groaned again dejectedly, now making her way to the descending dragon and a curious shadow along him. She hadn't noticed the other before, but now, nervousness made her hurry her steps, afraid the daemon was waiting for an opportunity to harm Miir. The dragon was much bigger, what with his 24ft long and 32ft of wingspan, but that didn't mean an attack to his weak spots when unguarded couldn't damage him. 'Calm down, Eimear, he doesn't have intent to do harm.' She let a sigh of relief through her breath. 'Neither does the Hunter or Shapeshifter... although I could do without having sensed that blasted trained human.' He growled the last part almost aloud, but ended more like a rumbled garble to human ears.
It was no secret the dragon held no love lost for Hunters. A deep hatred had settled in that old heart after losing his mate to their 'trickster ways'. But even so, Miir squashed such need for vengeace that often rose when the scent of Hunters wafted around his nose. He never sought trouble, as that would put Eimear in danger.
She knew this, yet, it didn't do anything to decrease the rapid accelereration of her heartbeat when hearing the dreaded word. 'Hunters?! Where? I didn't see any of them around here! Miir, come on now, don't do anything stupid!'
He huffed in irritation. 'They are to your right. Don't worry, I won't give in to the darkness inside, Eim, I would do nothing to put us both in danger.'
As the dragon descended the final height to the lighted street below, sirens of police sounded behind her. Cars screeched to a halt and doors were hastily opened, the police men kneeling behind and pulling out the guns. "D-Do not react in an aggressive manner or we'll be forced to shoot, whatever you are! Remain passive and do not, I repeat, do not act aggressively or we'll be forced to shoot!" The insecure voice made Eimear roll her eyes. Did they think to reason with a dragon with simple guns? Had humans gone completely mad?
Miir seemed to lift an inexistent eyebrow, obviously impressed with whoever had the guts to direct to him. He sensed Eimear stop near him and heard her voice whisper to him nervously in his mind. 'Be nice to the unsuspecting humans.'
He thought that meant he should smile at them. He did, showing his very pointed teeth as politely as seemingly of a dragon, and the humans screamed in fright, probably hiding behind the doors of their vehicles as if expecting him to breathe fire next.
Eimear tugged her scarf higher into hiding a chuckle, while patting an enormous paw. She turned to the daemon, still wary of him. "Who are you and what do you want with us?"
But whatever he might have answered went unheard as her mind registered the sound of heavy tanks stopping behind the cars, pointing their muzzles at her beast. 'Oh no!' She turned quickly to Miir 'We've got to get out of here, quickly! Their guns won't even scratch you, but their war tanks will!'
Miir registered the words, but as he heard the commotion starting anew he growled and extended his wing to protect Eimear. Daemons, Shifters and Hunters were more trouble than he wanted, and now the Human army also?
He just felt Hell was about to break loose and his little runt was smack in the middle of it. 'Damn our luck.'
Post by dudedude2211 on Aug 20, 2013 20:47:39 GMT -5
He landed behind one of the tanks. The humans inside of it screamed as they began to burn after he walked in. 'Army? Wow... I thought they were smarter than that.' he thought to himself as he stabbed a black knife into the comtrol panels. 'And the tanks are electronically controlled... wow. So threatening.' He jumped out, and abruptly the engine overheated from being lit on fire. When he jumped out, he landed on another tank. He opened the hatch, went in, and repeated. He didn't care about the risks, but he did get the strange feeling that this dragon would lead him to something important. He did this with many other tanks, and when he got a good distance away, individually burned tne engines. Eventually, they started to attempt to fire on him, but because of the fact of how long it took them to reposition the cannons, they[the cannons] had lit on fire from the inside before they got the chance to fire. They were now essentially defenseless, and he ran in and killed the humans inside, one by one, with a stab to the heart with the same black dagger. "I'm not your enemy... unless I'm yours." he said, after he flew back over to the spot where the human that had spoken was. This human shared something with that dragon... That alone was enough to stop him from attacking her.
"I'll fight when needed, revel when there's an occasion, mourn when there is grief and die if my time comes... But I refuse to let anyone use me against my will." --Eragon, by Christopher Paolini
"That's the spirit—one parts brave, three parts fool." --Eragon by Christopher Paolini
His eyes went wide, not because the man jumped to join him, but because of what he saw happening below.This man was setting fire to the tanks. Setting aflame those inside. He didn't care.
He moved swiftly, from one to another, causing so much death...then came this blade, piercing these people. Stabbing them.
His voice caught in his throat, but he used it. His Voice Trick.
"Fall back! Dammit! Fall back!"
the voice came from the police officer's radios, each one hearing a slightly distorted, but audible order for them to retreat. They did so.
But it was too late.
Felix jumped from his perch, slid down a pipe that was meant for draining runoff water and landed on the ground with little grace. He ran to one of the downed officers, the one unlucky enough to have been stabbed. She was not moving, blood pouring from her mouth.
He looked at her hand, clutched in it was a picture of two small children. On the same hand, a golden band on the ring finger.
A mother. A wife. A person.
His skin began to boil with rage. Literally. Bubbles began to form and burst, releasing puffs of red steam as his shape contorted and morphed into something large, powerful and dangerous. He turned to the man who had done the damage and roared as his vocal chords stretched.
"SHE WAS A MOTHER!!!!!!!!!"
His body snapped and twisted, he hunched forward and the form of a massive ursine creature took shape. Coarse black fur erupted from the bubbles from his skin, his body grew large, larger than any normal bear. He roared with such intensity it shook the windows and could be felt in the chest.
He stood on his hind legs as his transformation finished, roared again and then smashed into a car beside him, just to have something to hit.
The paws crushed in the car with ease, bending it like paper under the incredible weight and force. his paws were as big as a man's chest, if not bigger, his stature easily dwarfing other bears. (Size reference --- huntdrop.com/hunt/big-brown-bear)
He turned on the figure who had wreaked such havoc and without pause charged, his massive frame moving with shocking agility.
As he approached, he would swipe at the Daemon's chest, attempting to smash him into the ground and rip open the thing. Fury had enraged him to the point of wanting to kill; something he never did.
He was totally ignoring the massive reptile, or it's friend. Totally forgottten was the hunter whom he had met moments prior. This....thing...this monster needed to be punished for killing so many innocent people.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 21, 2013 9:20:47 GMT -5
Adam sighs out a deep breath as he closes his eyes. His mouth moves to silently say a prayer for a god. Opening his eyes causes him to dash to the fire escape with above average speed for a human, he stands on the fire escape as he points his gun at the deamon's wings. As the changeling shifts to a bear he fires a round at the wing.
"Enough!" he shouts to the deamon as he notices the bear charging it. Cursing under his breath he would start to scale down the fire escape to just simply keep on the move. His goal right now is to save the innocent people who might still be alive yet he will keep an eye toward the deamon. "LIZARD?!" he shouts seemingly to the skies, no hostilities but almost as if trying to speak to it. Adam has no previous knowledge or experience with dragons but he'd try anything once.
There was just too much noise. Too many scents. Too much chaos.
Screams and blood went around his remaining senses in a swirl of chaotic vibrations.
'Eim? EIMEAR?!' Miir had never cursed so much his lack of sight, the scars on his eyelids stinging as if mocking him for letting himself be caught off guard and thus violently deprived of his eyesight for the life of a little girl. A little girl grown into the woman he sensed currently standing beside him, but unresponsive. And that made him more nervous. 'Eimear? What's happening? ANSWER ME!'
But she couldn't. Eimear had seen the daemon descend on the tanks and kill the people as if they were nothing. There was so much blood all around. The daemon returned and said he was not their enemy, and yes, he probably just saved them, but there was no need for killing. No need to cause even more panic to other innocents in the street.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a man appeared in the middle of the chaos, changing shape as in his stead a bear stood. Not just a bear, a bloody giant one! Bigger than any other she had ever seen, Eimear trembled and felt her legs grow weak as she half hid, half supported herself against the scaled leg of Miir. She heard him desperate in her mind, but for the life of her, she couldn't help say nothing but squeak frightened at the blood curling roar of the furred beast across them. And then it charged against them. Or more likely at the daemon still standing in their vicinity.
She hid fully behind Miir's legs now, as he still rumbled imperiously in her mind. 'T-There's a freaking giant bear swatting at the daemon, for God's sake, Miir! Don't tell me to ANSWER YOU!'
The daemon's wing was shot at from seemingly nowhere Eimear could see, but minutes later, a man was on the street and moving towards them for what reasons, she could only imagine.
'Might that be the Hunter Miir sensed?' Her heartbeat increased tenfold, dread mingling with all the frightfull feelings coiled in her gut. Nausea from the scent of death in the air started getting to hear and she was about to turn to her dragon and tell him they were through with New York, when the man's shout reached their ears.
The dark dragon stood on his hinds and spread his wings in an intimidating manner, directing his snout to where he sensed the Hunter was. Knowing Eimear was safe behind him, the dragon had calmed somewhat, but the roars of the bear and the daemon near them, along with all the chaos around made sure to put him in a foul mood. Not to say there was a blasted Hunter talking to him.
"Lizard? Who do you think you are talking to, human? What do you want?" He rumbled, making sure the Hunter heard well his displeasure in his thunderous voice.
Eimear uncurled from her position behind his leg, and moved to stand on the other side of the dragon, where there was no chance of either a massive bear or daemon to come charging.
She put a hand to his leg and whispered warningly in his mind. 'Do not let your hatred cloud your mind, Miir.' All the while, never taking her wary eyes off the man.
Post by dudedude2211 on Aug 21, 2013 20:07:27 GMT -5
He barely managed to avoid the attack from the bear, when the round pierced his wing. 'Why... why does someone always shoot at me. I can't name a day where a gun hasn't been pointed in my general direction.' he thought to himself, and yet again he had lost the ability to fly. This time he had had enough. This time, that hunter would go down. Hatred clouded his thoughts more so than the dragon. Why did these humans always attack him and blame it on him when he retaliates? He had heard what the Shifter had said, but he had no regard for the lives of humans. If the Shifter was in his position, he would have done much the same. All his life he had been ridiculed by humans, sometimes they even attacked him. Even when he was no bigger than a human child. And only because he had accidentally used his powers to light a candle without thinking. That was the way most humans had thought. If something is different, they fear it. What they fear, they either avoid or attack. Of course, the only normal humans who even knew about him had died, some from natural causes.
Back in the present, he knew better than to fight back against the bear. He ran, not away but just out of the bear's range, and a circle of white fire surrounded him. If anything tried to attack him, he would cause a bit of fire directly below the attackers weapon to burn higher, high enough to burn the weapon, or, if they didn't realize what he was doing, hand. Err, paw, in this case. He once knew the feeling of innocence... but those times were long since gone. He doesn't kill without reason. When he has reason, he annihilates his target.
"I'll fight when needed, revel when there's an occasion, mourn when there is grief and die if my time comes... But I refuse to let anyone use me against my will." --Eragon, by Christopher Paolini
"That's the spirit—one parts brave, three parts fool." --Eragon by Christopher Paolini
Felix halted, staring at the fire with eyes that took in information more than an animals. He glanced around, looking for something he could use. Then he met the eyes of that woman.
He paused. His body froze. Just for a moment.
His emerald eyes bore into hers. Not with anger, but with curiousity and fondness that one would see with a long lost friend. A look someone might find on the face of a man who thought he saw a long lost friend, only to realize he was staring at a complete stranger.
He shook his head.
Spinning around and standing up, he gave his attention to the smart car that was parked behind him. He slammed into the front end of the thing, causing it to lfying into the air behind him, spinning as it went. He followed it with his paws, trying to hit it in the air as it came down. He did, barely, seemingly throwing the thing into the fire at the Daemon behind it.
Quickly moving, not paying attention to whether or not it hit his target, he moved to the next target, a small BMW, and smashed into the side of it, tipping it onto it’s side. Then, with all his strength and girth, he slammed into the back of the car, sending it skidding forward. He repeated this twice, sending the car sliding into the flames, attempting to push the thing at the man. He did this one last time, with the last car around. A taxi. He slammed into it as hard as he could, sending the thing flying at incredible speed at the man, creating a trail of sparks behind it.
The bear stood and loosed a roar again, now having the taxi slide to a stop just over the flames, creating a sort of barrier. He took a few steps forward when the Dragon reared up and spoke in perfect english. The bear froze, mid step and looked at the thing. Then the woman. Then back to the target. Then he continued towards the Daemon. His next roar was incredibly loud, even by the size of his shape. Voice Trick was a useful tool for intimidation.
”YOU KILLED A MOTHER. YOU DIE NOW!!”
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The boom came from all angles, almost as if the buildings were yelling at him. It was a demonic, hate filled voice that was meant to impose a will of harm. He began taking his steps towards the man again, his pace slower now, menacing, intending to strike fear into the man. [/center]
