Beast in the City

The stillness of the Alley was shattered when the manhole cover flew from its footings in the concrete, sending crashing to the ground ten feet from its origional resting place.. the clanging noise echoed off the dank dark walls..

A huge hand readed out of the now open manhole, and then another and soon the giant form pulled its way free of the dank underground, like a creature emerging from hell itself, with a growl he stood, his almost 7 foot frame almost filled the entire alleyway, his head snapped side to side assessing the scene.. his expression angry, an audible growl emerged from his huge chest..

A predator had emerged, and it was time to hunt.

after a seconds scanning the area around the alley he bent his knees and sprung onto a nearby fire escape, landing on the third level grating he hopped up to the railing and climbing with agility unheard of in a creature his size, he landed softly and soundlessly on the roof..

he raised his head and took in the scents around him.. most were just noise scents, car exaust, food odors, waste.. but deeper he searched until he found what he was after... Blood, the scent became a trail once he caught it.. a Feral smile formed on his face.. he sensed prey..

the scent trail was almost visible, so strongly had he taken hold of it, he ran, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, changing course when needed, the journey wasn't long, the prey was near..

he landed on the roof of the three story building, this was it, the prey was close.. very close

he walked to the edge and leaned over, his keen eyes penetrating the darkness, he saw his prey.. two large males leaned over the body of a prone female, while a Third raped her, she appeared only semi conscience she had been beaten, and badly.. the blood he smelled was hers..

his feral smile once again returned.. he would feed well tonight, and on the blood of predators.. his favorite..

'fenrir!' he called out in his mind as the beast overtook him, his features twisted and morphed, into the Quarter moon form, his teeth legthening and sharpening, his finger shrinking back and his long claw wicked forming at thier tips his jaw lengthened..

He landed soundlessly beind the prey, they were too busy cheering thier fellow meat on to notice death's arrival..

"Hit that shit Tommy!" one called and leaned over to get a better view. The other stood up straight to light his cigarette "Heh..Save me some man" he said.. and lit his cigarette took a deep drag and inhaled deeply, then he saw the smoke rise up out to his face.. with a puzzled expression he looked down, he couldn't understand how that clawed hand could be coming out of his chest. if that was there.. he slowly turned his head.. the beasts jaws were the last thing he ever saw.

Tearing the throat from the meat the Beast feasted, his eyes glancing up to watch the others.. so far they hadn't noticed so intent they were at the task at hand.. Finishing up with this one he removed his hand from the center of its chest, letting it slump down onto the dirty cement..

The smack of limp flesh colliding with the ground drew the attention of the second piece of meat.. he turned to see Talon standing there, blood streaming down his chin onto his chest to the waist.. he opened his mouth to scream but only ended up making a gurgling noise as the Beast was on him, pinning him up against the alley wall.. Fangs tearing at soft flesh, blood spraying as the preys heart beat raced.. the Sanguine Ambrosia pumped into his mouth, he drew and drew until it pumped no more..

with a smile he dropped the meat to the alley floor and turned to see the last of the group running and stumbling, trying to get his pants back up.. with a burst of speed Talon was in pursuit.. the prey was screaming now as he pounced on it, bringing it down in mid stride.. he was on it.. "NOOO!!" it cried right before his fangs tore though its artery, soon it fell silent, he stood and regared the fast cooling lump of flesh drained almost completely of blood..

the clean up was easy, he found the trio's car parked close to the scene of their demise.. he dragged all three and tossed them into the car.. a Quick punch into the cars sidewall and gasoline was pouring and puddling..

he stopped wiped his face on the shirt of the last kill and checked himself in the cars mirror, he willed the Wolf's blessings to fade from his features returning him to his normal appearance. His shirt was ruined, bloody as one could expect.. he removed it and tossed it into the car and put his jacket back on..

Talon turned and regarded the female, she was alive, her heartbeat still strong.. he went to her and picked her limp body up and laid her over his shoulder.. removing his steel cigar case he selected a cigar and pulled out the box of stick matches from his coat.. the cigar flared to life and he took a long pull, savoring the flavor 'the perfect after dinner treat..' he thought as he casually tossed the match over his free shoulder and into the puddled gasoline..

The fire flared brightly as he waled out of the alley way and turned down onto the nachton strip.. he set the female down into one of the darkened shops doorways..

"That hit the spot" he said to himself as he walked back to his motorcycle..


((OOC: Talon, Returing to the Manor))