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Post by Walter Grace on Oct 3, 2011 20:41:04 GMT -5
"Kyle! Jump off and I will try and calm him down!" Walter bit his lip hard. He did not want to turn into his demon form, but he couldnt think of any other way to calm Steele down.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 3, 2011 20:47:21 GMT -5
Walter quickly changed into his demon form with a flash of black. He then tackled Steele, holding him down by the neck hard. "Calm down, you squirmy twit!" He spat, angrily. Walter's disguise dissapeared, and the true, angry, selfish jerk that he was truly remained.
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 3, 2011 20:50:18 GMT -5
He held his shoulder and smirked. He liked this side of Walter....but he still didnt like steele, who actually did manage to hit him hard when he was thrashing.
Steele hit the ground hard and let out a yipe in pain. He tried using his claws to dig into Walters arms but it didn't work. Then he tried using his legs to try and kick him off but that didn't work either.
Walter's grip was devastatingly powerful and Steele began to lose his oxygen flow. He started gagging for air as his eyes turned back from yellow to brown.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 3, 2011 21:00:15 GMT -5
Walter slowly started to loosen his grip. Enough to hold him down, but enough to let him breath. I musnt kill him...I need to be friendly with these people... he thought bitterly to himself. He disliked this town a fair ammount. He couldnt understand why his disguise liked it so much.
Steels gasped a breathe of air being able to breathe again and coughed changing back to his human form. His body went limp being laid out on the ground almost being choked to death.
This was a side of Walter he'd never seen before, Steele felt something he hadn't felt since he challenged Balius. Fear.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 3, 2011 21:13:39 GMT -5
Walter let go of Steele, and stood up straight with his arms crossed. His hair was messy, as were his black feathered wings. His hands were black, with medium-length claws reaching out of them He smirked, revealing a pair of fang-like teeth.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 3, 2011 21:23:20 GMT -5
Walter shrugged. "I suppose they are of interest to you beings. It is quite normal for me and my people." Walter was being much nicer than usual. I guess my disguise is rubbing off on me... he thought grumpily to himself.
"Nd' what are yee sayin then!?" Steele yelled. Walter's nonchalant and laid back attitude got to Steele. It was as if he was just toying with him as if he weren't even a challenge and Steele couldn't stand it.
"Well come on then." Steele says getting into a fighting stance. "I'm not waitin' through Walter's bitchin' ti see ye again and no one get's a surprise attack on me nd' get's away with it!"
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 4, 2011 16:07:12 GMT -5
Walter stared at the werewolf, slightly confused. "I would suggest not picking fights right now. You'll just prove to be a dumbass to me if you fight right now."