RL with Ashelia
Sergei really didn't want to do this. The very thought of what he was doing made it hard to keep the growl from bubbling up in his throat, but the thought of being caught kept him almost silent.
He was no thief. Hell, stealth wasn't his strong suit at all, and this wasn't the kind of situation where his head for tactics and excellent flying skills would do him any good. In fact, he was clinging to a wall, claws sunk deep into stone, attempting to make his way up to the Queen's tower without being noticed by several phalanxes of primitively-outfitted guards.
But for all that technology didn't seem to be as prominent here, a sword would still hurt if it got him in the gut, and he sorely missed the two tonnes of metal that normally stood between himself and danger.
Finally he reached the window and peeked through, his nostrils flaring as he tasted the air. Whatever Eris had done to him, he now had retractable fingernails that were sharp enough to sink into solid concrete, sharp teeth, and hearing and smell that were sharply acute. He also was having a hard time not breaking things whenever he thought about what that bitch had done. For someone as quietly stoic and controlled as Colonel Sergei Smirnov generally was, this last was especially frustrating.
He was no thief. Hell, stealth wasn't his strong suit at all, and this wasn't the kind of situation where his head for tactics and excellent flying skills would do him any good. In fact, he was clinging to a wall, claws sunk deep into stone, attempting to make his way up to the Queen's tower without being noticed by several phalanxes of primitively-outfitted guards.
But for all that technology didn't seem to be as prominent here, a sword would still hurt if it got him in the gut, and he sorely missed the two tonnes of metal that normally stood between himself and danger.
Finally he reached the window and peeked through, his nostrils flaring as he tasted the air. Whatever Eris had done to him, he now had retractable fingernails that were sharp enough to sink into solid concrete, sharp teeth, and hearing and smell that were sharply acute. He also was having a hard time not breaking things whenever he thought about what that bitch had done. For someone as quietly stoic and controlled as Colonel Sergei Smirnov generally was, this last was especially frustrating.