06-28-2017, 08:10 PM
Harlan stirred under the collapsed section of the roof, feeling the bricks and mortar shift above him. His muscular, furred frame tightened as he heaved with his whole body, blood and concrete dust obscuring his vision as he erupted out of the rubble with a growl of effort. Shaking himself off and replacing the incresignly battered hat back upon his lupine head, he stepped out of the ruined store and sniffed the air. Blood. And oh so much of it.
He'd gotten drunk on his new power, so much so that he'd missed his opportunity to feed on the cop. The portly public servant had absconded, dragging his mangled carcass to parts unknown while Harlan had been buried. He grinned a wolfish grin. In a way, he was glad Mad Bull had survived that. There would be plenty of time to kill him slow back in Coruscant. This was just a taste, just a preview of what was to come if he didn't give up his silly crusdae against Harlan and his operations.
The hulking wolfbeast-vampire that was Harlan Higgs slowly loped out of the mall plaza, the beeping from the collar on his now digitgrade leg reminding him that all the power in the Omniverse wouldn't save him from getting incinerated by Karl Jak's Motivation Band. But he was close, the huge phallic tower sticking up out of the skyline like a testament to overcompensation.
It was easy to move with this new form, his muscles bunched and coiled like springs. Harlan hit the ground on all fours and started sprinting, charging over streets and alleys and benches and cars, leaping up onto two story rooftops and scrabbling with his sharp, sharp claws to find purchase.
It would be absolutely hilarious to see everyone's faces when he had to squeeze himself into the safehouse.
He'd gotten drunk on his new power, so much so that he'd missed his opportunity to feed on the cop. The portly public servant had absconded, dragging his mangled carcass to parts unknown while Harlan had been buried. He grinned a wolfish grin. In a way, he was glad Mad Bull had survived that. There would be plenty of time to kill him slow back in Coruscant. This was just a taste, just a preview of what was to come if he didn't give up his silly crusdae against Harlan and his operations.
The hulking wolfbeast-vampire that was Harlan Higgs slowly loped out of the mall plaza, the beeping from the collar on his now digitgrade leg reminding him that all the power in the Omniverse wouldn't save him from getting incinerated by Karl Jak's Motivation Band. But he was close, the huge phallic tower sticking up out of the skyline like a testament to overcompensation.
It was easy to move with this new form, his muscles bunched and coiled like springs. Harlan hit the ground on all fours and started sprinting, charging over streets and alleys and benches and cars, leaping up onto two story rooftops and scrabbling with his sharp, sharp claws to find purchase.
It would be absolutely hilarious to see everyone's faces when he had to squeeze himself into the safehouse.
Quote:Were-Harlan moving from C18 to C21
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”