Jonnas Darkwing vol. 8
Jonnas Darkwing vol. 8
The world comes and goes, I can feel the air becoming chilled. These mortals warm themselves with cloth and fur. Such silly illusions of power they give themselves. As if they had any power, they can’t even control there own thoughts and emotions. Another gray and wet day. I do think the only thing I like about this world is the constant state of chaos, even the weather here is ever changing. The city is so busy at this time of night, perhaps clear my head with a short walk through the countryside. Rain fall, I hate wet, stupid rainmaker. My new shirt is soaked, damnit. Next time we kill bikers we are claiming one of those jackets. Hmm, maybe I should have stayed on city streets now I am ankle deep in muck. Ooh look the lightning bugs decided to come out and play in the rain, where is a swatter when you want one. Well Jonnas you are agitated today. Father sent us here to learn and there is nothing to learn. These mortals are like sheep waiting for the wolf. Wait!! What was that noise? How could something get that close to me and we not know about it? Oooh it was that damn wolf comment I know it. Move slowly and look at where the noise came from. By unholy ass hair!!! It’s the darkest shade of fur I have seen in this world, look huge pearl white fangs to go with it. What is this thing, it looks like it was breed for killing. It looks like a wolf but is even bigger than a Pit Hound! Its still growling at you, walk away slowly. Step, good now again. Here it comes. Run!!! I can smell this things dogs breath from here. We are running out of ground and it is catching up to us. You are aware that is a cliff up ahead right? Must run faster must run faster. Dark Powers of speed carry me away. How is this thing catching up to me? Even with magical powers it is gaining. One chance and if we mess up we are dog food. I hope my wings still work in this world. Jump! Work wings work. Work now! Much much better. So much for that walk I suppose a night fly is safer. I do so love the moon while it is full.
Look the bikers are making there usual stop in the bar, I am feeling a bit hungry. Another perfect landing. I wonder what the population tonight will look like. The bar scene music with base, fat woman wearing no enough clothing, alcohol and brawlers. Tonight seems pretty tame compared to the last few nights. Some screechy music croaking out of that old box. Just the smell of stale peanuts and warm beer. Why do they come to this cursed place? Why do I come to this cursed place? Well might as well get comfortable. There we go over in the corner against the wall. So much clamor and idle chat, even with superior senses it is hard to weed through slop. He wants to nail the waitress, she thinks her lover cheated on her, he mugged someone, what is that…someone is getting raped in the bathroom. Sometimes just sometimes I wish I could……loupe garou, this seems out of place.
“Dah, you be listnin ta to many stories they nat be a’real” said a biker in a thick Irish accent.
“…Ye thy say dat tem be all over da place. Some call im skinwalkerz.” Said a second biker in a high pitched and thick Irish accent to the first.
Looking at both I would take them for brothers possibly cousins. Both where tall nearing to six feet. There builds where lanky and not half as stock with muscle as my own. They both had flame red hair, yet the second’s speaker’s was wild and unkempt, the others was short and close to his head with the exception of a ponytail.
Even with powers it was hard to hear the conversation and even harder to understand what I did hear. Fuck it might as well just read his mind. Werewolves stealing babies, potato stew, no you idiot go back to the werewolves. His mind is so cramped for space he forgets most things the moment he learns them. What a fucktard. Well a new lead to go off of. I now have a name to match the fur. Another time. Shit look at the time sunrise in not far off we should be getting back to warehouse.
…To be continued
The world comes and goes, I can feel the air becoming chilled. These mortals warm themselves with cloth and fur. Such silly illusions of power they give themselves. As if they had any power, they can’t even control there own thoughts and emotions. Another gray and wet day. I do think the only thing I like about this world is the constant state of chaos, even the weather here is ever changing. The city is so busy at this time of night, perhaps clear my head with a short walk through the countryside. Rain fall, I hate wet, stupid rainmaker. My new shirt is soaked, damnit. Next time we kill bikers we are claiming one of those jackets. Hmm, maybe I should have stayed on city streets now I am ankle deep in muck. Ooh look the lightning bugs decided to come out and play in the rain, where is a swatter when you want one. Well Jonnas you are agitated today. Father sent us here to learn and there is nothing to learn. These mortals are like sheep waiting for the wolf. Wait!! What was that noise? How could something get that close to me and we not know about it? Oooh it was that damn wolf comment I know it. Move slowly and look at where the noise came from. By unholy ass hair!!! It’s the darkest shade of fur I have seen in this world, look huge pearl white fangs to go with it. What is this thing, it looks like it was breed for killing. It looks like a wolf but is even bigger than a Pit Hound! Its still growling at you, walk away slowly. Step, good now again. Here it comes. Run!!! I can smell this things dogs breath from here. We are running out of ground and it is catching up to us. You are aware that is a cliff up ahead right? Must run faster must run faster. Dark Powers of speed carry me away. How is this thing catching up to me? Even with magical powers it is gaining. One chance and if we mess up we are dog food. I hope my wings still work in this world. Jump! Work wings work. Work now! Much much better. So much for that walk I suppose a night fly is safer. I do so love the moon while it is full.
Look the bikers are making there usual stop in the bar, I am feeling a bit hungry. Another perfect landing. I wonder what the population tonight will look like. The bar scene music with base, fat woman wearing no enough clothing, alcohol and brawlers. Tonight seems pretty tame compared to the last few nights. Some screechy music croaking out of that old box. Just the smell of stale peanuts and warm beer. Why do they come to this cursed place? Why do I come to this cursed place? Well might as well get comfortable. There we go over in the corner against the wall. So much clamor and idle chat, even with superior senses it is hard to weed through slop. He wants to nail the waitress, she thinks her lover cheated on her, he mugged someone, what is that…someone is getting raped in the bathroom. Sometimes just sometimes I wish I could……loupe garou, this seems out of place.
“Dah, you be listnin ta to many stories they nat be a’real” said a biker in a thick Irish accent.
“…Ye thy say dat tem be all over da place. Some call im skinwalkerz.” Said a second biker in a high pitched and thick Irish accent to the first.
Looking at both I would take them for brothers possibly cousins. Both where tall nearing to six feet. There builds where lanky and not half as stock with muscle as my own. They both had flame red hair, yet the second’s speaker’s was wild and unkempt, the others was short and close to his head with the exception of a ponytail.
Even with powers it was hard to hear the conversation and even harder to understand what I did hear. Fuck it might as well just read his mind. Werewolves stealing babies, potato stew, no you idiot go back to the werewolves. His mind is so cramped for space he forgets most things the moment he learns them. What a fucktard. Well a new lead to go off of. I now have a name to match the fur. Another time. Shit look at the time sunrise in not far off we should be getting back to warehouse.
…To be continued