Coro
Evil Overlord of the Rebellion
Tybalt Hale stretched, working a kink out of his back. Recently he'd been running himself ragged, with all the strange happenings in the city as of late. New York was in a critical time, he thought, rolling the Priwen seed around in his palm. Looking down at the pristine white gem, he sighed, still unbelieving of the circumstances that surrounded him.
"You're the second one I've managed to contact. Seek out the Knight of Excalibur, and he'll be able to tell you more than I can right now."
Those had been the last words the mysterious Queen shared with Tybalt, in his last dream she entered. She was far too mysterious for his liking, and that was before he even considered the fact he might be utterly and completely insane, and all this was in his head.
Sighing, he got up, ready to call it a night.
~~~
Down the road a little ways from the Precinct, leaning against a streetlight in the twilit glow of the evening, was a man in a black trench coat. He chuckled a little, before snapping his fingers, his shadow spreading out from his position. It stretched it's way to an alleyway, which was already cast with shadow, and as it did, noises began echoing from the alleyway. Inhuman, horrifying noises. A passerby cast a glance at the man in the black trench coat, and as he did, a gruesome clawed hand shot from the alleyway, and dragged him kicking and screaming into the alley. Blood splattered forth and covered the sidewalk. The man in the trench coat was suddenly no longer there, but the sounds of a panting beast and dripping blood remained.
"You're the second one I've managed to contact. Seek out the Knight of Excalibur, and he'll be able to tell you more than I can right now."
Those had been the last words the mysterious Queen shared with Tybalt, in his last dream she entered. She was far too mysterious for his liking, and that was before he even considered the fact he might be utterly and completely insane, and all this was in his head.
Sighing, he got up, ready to call it a night.
~~~
Down the road a little ways from the Precinct, leaning against a streetlight in the twilit glow of the evening, was a man in a black trench coat. He chuckled a little, before snapping his fingers, his shadow spreading out from his position. It stretched it's way to an alleyway, which was already cast with shadow, and as it did, noises began echoing from the alleyway. Inhuman, horrifying noises. A passerby cast a glance at the man in the black trench coat, and as he did, a gruesome clawed hand shot from the alleyway, and dragged him kicking and screaming into the alley. Blood splattered forth and covered the sidewalk. The man in the trench coat was suddenly no longer there, but the sounds of a panting beast and dripping blood remained.