Oliver Burton

Something akin to pride at defeating the dainty woman's monster filled the bear, it was a base emotion that could only described as primal. The warlock dared to attack someone that was under his protection so brazenly like he could get away with murder in daylight and he could not allow that to stand. The pristine white bear was fiercely protective at what he deemed was his. And in this moment the petite Asian woman was, even if she was so entirely afraid to move close toward the fallen warlock. However, the frightened woman was not close enough to the bear's satisfaction. He huffed that was very much the bear, drawing his jerking his muzzle downward in a bob in response to her whimper. She had to see! She was like a young cub and all she needed was just a little persuasion. How could she see for herself that this nightmare was in fact over? If only once, he could have realized that they had to leave. Her nightmare might have just ended, but his had only begun. He was a bear in the middle of the downtown core and as far as prying eyes went, he assaulted a human and not a monster.

Perhaps if he knew that story, he would have been far more brutal toward the man. There was no fury he held back when it came to a tormenter. Once content with her view of the lifeless warlock he relented.

He thrust her forward with a hefty nudge of his head that brought her closer to that body. That vibrational hum of satisfaction escaped him, but she hardly felt the same way. A puzzled expression flooded his nutmeg tinted eyes. In truth, she seemed entirely fixated upon leaving. His bear side could hardly fathom why she seemed in a rush when he in truth reigned supreme over these city streets, in this very moment. Or so that animalistic mind thought.

Why would he want to leave when he was clearly the victor here? He was entirely unaware of the panic he had caused and that hell that would rain down upon him should he remain here. He couldn't comprehend why she didn't feel the same empowerment he did. He wanted to bellow out a sound that could make the ground quake, that could flood every corridor and crevice of this very city.

However, he was content to follow her with a meandering pace. He breathed in the thick, moist air. The air seemed to get thicker, so thick that he could barely see beyond a few feet, but he could hear painfully well. He was almost agitated by the loud sound of sirens that flooded his ears. He wanted it all to stop, the commotion that his presence had caused, but he saw it more of an irritating fly that wouldn't leave him alone. He felt that anxiety within her, he nudged at her with his great big fluffy forehead in reassurance. He wouldn't allow any harm come to her, he could feel more of that man peering through his own mental haze. He hated how his neglected bear could be so out of control and separate from himself. That was when he heard that sharp bang that whirred through that dense wall of fog. It was sobering and he found his head snapping to the side to face the direction in which that bullet came from. How sensitive those ears were that he could feel the vibrations through the air. Perhaps it was that manipulation of sound that made it seem like something he could see like technicolour.

A roar of agitation escaped him, ready to face what was buried in the obscurity. He would face it willingly and part of him wanted to seek it out. He wasn't good at leaving a challenge. His whole body tensed but her trembling reassuring voice echoes within his ears, he liked that sound even if he could sense the fear she felt. She still seemed to reassure. He wanted nothing more to obliterate that next threat but he refused to leave her with potential threats lurking in the distance. He released a grating sound, of course it should hardly make any sense to the woman but he was speaking to her in his own language. 'I will protect you.' Whether she understood it or not he was unsure.

They walked for a time and each step felt like it brought them any closer to sanctuary. That fog did not let up either. Was it following them? Or encasing them? How interesting. He considered it, wondering if it were coming from her. It did suddenly appear the moment she felt those heighted emotions. He mulled it over when suddenly she stops abruptly before what seemed like a home. It was a pale blue colour that reminded him of the ice waters in the coldest frozen plains of a home he once knew. Wait here she said, and he wanted to protest. He didn't like being told what to do, nor did he like that she was disappearing out of his sight. His eyes narrowed as he viewed the petite woman before nodding in understanding even though he was far from pleased at waiting in the middle of the sidewalk.

In a moment she was gone, disappearing into what he assumed was her home. That is when he started hearing the voices. Bickering voices of dark hunters wondering how a giant polar bear could disappear. Exceptional hearing had its perks. He could take them, he turned to face where the voices were, his large body blending in with the dense fog. He had never seen fog this thick in all of his life.

It had to be the woman, he deducted. She felt strange to him and he could have sworn he sensed that power that radiated from her, now that he thought about it he hadn't heard a heartbeat. He almost began moving toward those voices when he heard a latch coming undone. It wouldn't be the first hunter he had culled. But it was her beckoning voice that reached out toward him, it was such a frantic but pleasant sound. He wondered if she could hear those rapidly approaching hunters. Perhaps their silver weapons should have feared him, but they didn't

He had a feeling that if he decided to take on the hunters that it could put his new companion at risk. With a reluctance his big form slides though that gate, she needed to move and flatten her body against the wall of the house in order for him to slide through that opening. He was massive, on the larger scale of an average polar bear in size. He would be menacing to most, but now he was as content as a puppy dog, wagging his nub of a tail.

He didn't want to cower and hide... he wanted to fight. Oliver released a sound that sounded as grumpy as he felt about the idea. He watched her carefully as she closed the latch of that gate. He shook his body suddenly, fluffing up his fur as he did so.

That was when he heard the voice of a strange man. "Did you hear that? It sounded like a growl. Ready your weapon.." He must have paused because there was a long moment of nothing.

His accomplice spoke, a woman's voice. "I heard it too alright, you think the fog is the bear's doing?"

Closer, they were so close, he could hear their hurried footfalls on the pavement just beyond the fence. Maybe he could distract them.