Thrones: Rising (George the Bear, Shadowraith, Dark Fang, and Chelle)

The bear tossed his victim into the bushes and left it to the hounds to clean up the spilled blood. One of the arms of the dead human stuck out from the shrubbery, so George had to tuck it in better, which was rather difficult due to his clumsy bear hands. Bears don't have opposable thumbs. Thank God for that, because if they did, they could carry guns. And that would be especially scary, psychic bears with machine guns. Or flamethrowers. Anyway, George turned his head slowly to his colossal canine compagnion and pointed at him with his claw. "You. You disturb me." His telepathic voice said. The wolf was quite disturbing indeed, his razor-sharp claws dripping with crimson ooze, his snow white teeth glazed with saliva shimmering softly in the minimal light.

A couple of gunshots resonated through the premises and the other guards stirred. It reminded the bear of the sudden buzzing of crickets, which he had heard so often in the fields and forest he used to roam. This heightened awareness among the guards allowed a new strategy to be applied. "A gunshot! We must hurry, Romulus. Kill every human you come across. Try to use excessive force when possible. Hopefully it will break their moral."

Todd wasn't ready for this level of gore. He thought they were going in, a quick clip in the target's head, then they'd make a quick getaway. Instead, the air was thick was the stench of death, and his superior...he just couldn't believe it. There was a reason he could do what he did; he controlled a specific energy. His mind's infusion with a concentration of this energy acted as a sort of shock therapy, allowing him to use a higher function of his brain. Every ounce of what he could do was defined by science. While it was true that his mind was undoubtedly in a compromised state, he couldn't deny that faint, insane notion that entered his mind as he saw Chelle fight. 'I'm working for a vampire..'.

It had to be impossible, magic and monsters were a construct of the imagination, a symbol of ignorance. What in the world had he gotten into!? As Chelle beckoned for him to follow, he hesitated for a moment.

"If you back out now, you'll never find out the truth."

As much as he hated to admit it, Monster was right. He had to know how such things were possible. The wolfman, the bear, the vampire; certainly such things had to have an explanation. He followed Chelle into the building, a wriggling shadow behind him, ready to strike. Shortly after they entered the building, Todd spotted the air vents.

"Queen, I will sabotage the enemy with chemicals, it will be easier to proceed from here."

Shadowraith tore a small hole in the vents, sending through it a Shadowoptic camera and a canister of monster gas. He sent other cameras through other vents, trying to locate key surveillance points. He surrounded himself in a cocoon of shadow, to avoid detection and damage as he kept an eye on things. Just as he had almost succeeded in setting up, gunshots and roars sounded from the front of the building.

"Damnit!" He shouted. "They've blown our cover. What now?"

"Disturb you? Good." Romolus smiled. He was meant to disturb, distress, and otherwise terrify. That was where his true power lay. Fear. He smirked evilly as the bear announced his new plan. "Terrific. Just stay back, I'll deal with these jokers." He grinned wide, displaying his full set of long, sharp white teeth that were reminiscent of daggers.

The guards were terrified. The wolf god heard their hearts thumping like a caged ferret in their chests. Kicking the front door of the building open, they whirled around and raised their guns, but to no avail. A large clawed hand clamped down on one of their wrists, and the guns smashed into his nose, discharging into the ceiling as the top of the barrel crunched bone. The two other guards fired erratically, missing, albeit by a few inches. His fur standing on end, Dark Fang flung the guard down a corridor, and delivered a powerful backhand that knocked the nearest one unconscious, if not from the blow, from the floor cracking open his skull. The third guard seemed frozen in place as Romolus' claws raked through his face. He dropped the handgun, which fell to the floor with little more than a quiet bang. Stepping into the blow, Dark Fang put every ounce of his strength into a punch at the man's shoulder. A scream, quickly silenced when the wolf god chomped down on his throat and tore the vocal cords loose. "Right. Your turn." He called to the bear. Similar screams and gunfire would undoubtedly sound for a long time.

Dark Fang's emerald eyes were narrow and harsh as the men charged. Six of them, all packing heat. "Blitz, Krieg, attack!" He yelled. A blur of grey flittered through the corridor and three of the men spun, firing wildly, their trigger fingers snapping closed in response to the intense pain flaring through their legs as Blitz hamstringed them. A larger, much slower wolf turned the corner a moment after the three men had hobbled after the first assailant. The second wolf attacked higher, going for the traditional wolf tactic of disembowelling with his fangs. The other two gunmen turned their attention to the wolf and ignored the wolves' master for a moment. This was their first mistake.

A moment before they fired, Romolus clamped a hand down on one of the guard's wrists, holding down until he heard a loud crack. He then twisted, ensuring the gun fell to the floor. Romolus growled and punched the man in the chest, still holding his wrists in a vice-like grip. At this moment, Krieg abandoned his first kill and attacked the sole survivor. Romolus' alpha instincts flared to life and he spun rapidly, throwing his first target at the unclaimed kill. Krieg and Romolus shared a long stare as the two men struck each other. The latter's emerald glare seemed to say "Know your place". It was received loud and clear by the wolf servant. Using his claws like knives, he finished the guards off, one with a slash at the neck, one with several stabs to the abdomen. "Aid your sister, Krieg." Bowing in a wolfish sort of way, Krieg complied, Romolus following behind. "These humans seem rather skittish." He stated to himself.

He grinned but did not move. Still, a small airborne mass of muscle and fur smashed into the drug lord's side, and he was thrown to the side, more by the speed of the surprise attack than the strength of the attacker. He stood, pointed the gun at the wolf, yelling in Spanish. "Don't point that gun at Blitz. Krieg won't like it." The target looked at him, not quite understanding, until a much slower, heavier weight smashed into his back, drove him to the floor and knocked the gun from his hand. He watched as Dark Fang's feet came closer. "Shouldn't have chosen this business." Dark Fang said simply, grabbing the man by the throat and lifting him up. He squeezed. Hard. He didn't think about releasing his grip even once. The man's feet flailed in the air and his fat fingers tried to pry the wolf man's fingers away from his throat. Pretty soon, he was gasping for breath and his eyes were lolling back into his head.

Trace jumped aboard, and Blitz and Krieg did so as well, although found it hard to stand still on the moving surface. He sat in another seat, keeping a seat next to him clear. Blitz and Krieg occupied it, and Dark Fang stroked under Krieg's chin. "I think I'd have to be mad to consider working with you again!" He shouted with a laugh. "I guess you're lucky I'm just crazy enough to do it!"

"Welcome to Thrones, then, Adept of Deceit!" she yelled while the chopper dipped down onto the manor's helipad. Once the blades finally slowed down, she stepped out of the cock pit and brushed a bit of blood from her lip and then licked her finger. It wasn't too revolting. She made a little scrunched up face, though, and it was almost as if she was silently saying 'yuck.' She ran her tongue along her teeth and cleared her throat, briskly walking toward the back of the manor. "You're more than welcome to come and go from the grounds here; the pool, training room, etc, are all to your disposal. You are eligible to claim one of the smaller apartments- though there's not real kitchen attached to the room. There is, however, a fully accessible kitchen for you to use. Feel free to meet with other Thrones' members. I have business to attend to." Before she reached the door, her wings reappeared and they stretched to lift her into the air. She saluted Dark Fang and gave him a nod before her form was too high to recognize and she was basically gone in the low night cloud coverage.

End of Topic.