06-29-2017, 05:29 AM
The werebeast flew across the city streets, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf himself. Strings of drool flee from his mouth as his muscular limbs beat the pavement, the vampire' s Beast swelling with influence. It was a curious sensatio, Harlan thought. Sort of a fierce, bloodthirsty joy. This must be what Gangrel felt like when they were shapeshifted.
He drew closer to the tower, his passage kicking up droplets of water from the soaked asphalt. He was rather wet himself, but the thick red fur and tattered remains of his suit kept him insulated enough to not really care. Something about this form had changed his anatomy, made him biologically alive again. He could feel blood pumping through his body without having to manually flex his heart. A vulnerability, to be sure, but one that was worth experiencing for this short time. Hell, he might even win at this pace. Wouldn't that be something for the cameras?
He skidded to a stop about a hundred feet from the warehouse entrance, standing back up on his hind legs. Slowly, he advanced towards the glass doors, anyone looking out into the rain definitely do for a shock as they would see the hulking wolf creature advancing through the misty downpour. He kicked his lips, thinking of the fear running through their veins when he showed himself inside. He'd probably get a nice, leisurely chance to pick out his next meal. Mmn, hopefully that blonde was still around.
The safehouse door juddered in its frame, the occupants inside turning their attention to it. A huge, furry claw slid into the gap and wrenched it open. Harlan shimmied-slash-squeezed himself through it into the lobby and stood up, his shoulders scraping and ripping up the drop ceiling tiles. Baring his fangs in a grin, he readjusted his hat.
"Evenin', folks."
He drew closer to the tower, his passage kicking up droplets of water from the soaked asphalt. He was rather wet himself, but the thick red fur and tattered remains of his suit kept him insulated enough to not really care. Something about this form had changed his anatomy, made him biologically alive again. He could feel blood pumping through his body without having to manually flex his heart. A vulnerability, to be sure, but one that was worth experiencing for this short time. Hell, he might even win at this pace. Wouldn't that be something for the cameras?
He skidded to a stop about a hundred feet from the warehouse entrance, standing back up on his hind legs. Slowly, he advanced towards the glass doors, anyone looking out into the rain definitely do for a shock as they would see the hulking wolf creature advancing through the misty downpour. He kicked his lips, thinking of the fear running through their veins when he showed himself inside. He'd probably get a nice, leisurely chance to pick out his next meal. Mmn, hopefully that blonde was still around.
The safehouse door juddered in its frame, the occupants inside turning their attention to it. A huge, furry claw slid into the gap and wrenched it open. Harlan shimmied-slash-squeezed himself through it into the lobby and stood up, his shoulders scraping and ripping up the drop ceiling tiles. Baring his fangs in a grin, he readjusted his hat.
"Evenin', folks."
Quote:Were-Harlan moving from C21 to SHC