New to the City

I can't say I'm impressed.
Sea-Tac, isn't much to look at.

Miles and miles of steel, cement, and annoying buzz I can't shake from all the electricity dancing in the air, all the black static dancing from brain to brain like a smoke thick and hot curling out reaching but not truly telling its story.

Someone is watching me. Always can feel it itching along my spine. I shake my hair and scan the miles of glass before me trying to catch a glimpse of who it is. They could be behind me, or could be miles away staring at the static casters.

I'm no fool so I stalk a bit up the cold stone ground. Harsh, chill, and raining.

Couple of girls, or wannabe girls look back. Sorry, I ain't hunting a pride I think to myself.

My long ears twitch. Glad I'm a meta. Got a few real perks but they pay off in spades. I slide my hand down to the real wood grip of my crossbow.

I feel them again. I pull it from its leg holster, and the arms spring into place as heavy springs push them into a locked position. The clip slides a bolt up just in line with the taught string.

I spin and fire.


The oiled mechanism slide smooth there is only a barely audible thwap as the string flings the bolt forth at hi speed. It catches the hovering robot in the false eye that was staring at me, and sparks dance as it drops.


Just a newb in the city.


But this newb is a predator on his own.


Eryk, Shaman of the Lion, tribeless.