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08-05-2013, 07:38 PM
Damian "Saber" Lycan
"Man, just my luck" pausing for a moment, the wolf man rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced around himself at his current perdicament and decided....he had absolutly NO idea where he was. When it came to directions, unless he was following his nose, he was horrible. He didn't even know where to begin, let alone where to go. Sighing slightly, he closed his eyes and turned his head up towards the sky. "What a pain" he groaned. He had fought to get here, now that he was, he was completely lost. If he didn't move soon though, someone was bound to recognize him, maybe even turn him in or try to attack him. He really didn't want a fight right now.
The forest was alive around him, being close to a rhoad there were people milling about and talking to one another. He was a bit hungry, which caused his stomach to growl. Placing a hand over it, he sighed once more. "Been runnin all night with no food" he glanced over at a food truck that had stopped not far away. He had no money at all, not even a place to put it really even if he did. He gave a slightly sour look. He could always just take it, it wasn't like anyone could stop him...right? Ugh..He ran a hand over his face. That was what got him in jail in the first place. His hand moved to the bandages that currently covered the right part of his face and his eye.
They hid the magic eye benieth, including its energy that it gave off. He looked at a few of the people around this rhoad he had stumbled upon. Glancing towards the buildings up the rhoad itself, he guessed he had stumbled across the barrier at some point into the human world. He himself was from the demonic world that lived mirror to this one. The woods behind him were sort of one of the soft spots in the world, where the line between the two was thin. It was home to many wolf demons long ago, though on his way here he had not smelled or seen any. Had he really been gone that long? Time seemed to pass faster and develop more in the human world then it did in his.
That was fine, for now he couldn't go home anyways. Guess the chances of anyone recognizing him here had to be pretty slim then huh? He smiled a bit, good, he could relax a bit then. He stepped up closer to the rhoad as the truck drove off. Sniffing the air a bit, the remnants of food made him feel even hungrier. There had to be some way to get some food, though he had to make sure he was careful. He couldn't risk becoming wanted in both worlds. He ran a hand through his hair, looking up the rhoad once more towards human civilization. His mother had been from this world....His father a demon. He was half blooded wolf demon, which translated to what the humans called a Werewolf...able to shift between the forms of man and wolfman, where as wolf demons were permanently wolfmen.
He had met a few variations in his life, though none were pure like his father's race. He wondered what his father or mother would think of him now? Odd thought hmm? He closed his eyes, enjoying a breeze that flowed through the trees around him at that moment. He had been imprisoned in the demon world for not really a crime, but for the power he held and they feared. People were worried he would keep growing in power and killing unless he was stopped. He looked at his hand. Was he really a monster? A killer and a beast like they thought? "Hmpf....No one decides who or what I am, but me" with that, he slowly began heading in the direction of the city.
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