Oliver Burton

Oliver had taken a week off from his empire in the city, stepping away was not out of a desire but necessity for the were-polar bear. The animalistic rage within him made it impossible to focus, and practically unbearable to be around. The bear wanted out and there was no denying that beast inside of him. To do so would wind up with someone dead and well, he couldn't afford that right now. He had all his appointments cancelled and he didn't really leave with an explanation, and perhaps as the boss you didn't need to. Everything else could be run by his trusted few, well, trusted was a loose term, this man hardly trusted a soul but he knew their motives and because of that they would not fail him. That was trust enough. So Oliver pried himself away, losing himself deep within the shaded part of wood in animal form. It was a place where the usual droning noise could finally cease to exist and he could simply be what he was meant to be. No more neglecting the creature he was. It felt good, it felt right.

The massive bone white bear moved its way to a familiar stream. A particular location he had been before, where he had once met that bundle of energy panda/ raccoon thing that had the nerve to ride him. But this place had the best hunting around where fish were concerned.. He knew the salmon populations were high due to a successful breeding season. It ran smack dab within the forest as if a clearing was forged just for it, severing the woodland in two parts. Oliver stepped over a freshly fallen branch, scenting the warm spring breeze, his nose gathering information of what passed through and what remained. It was blissfully uneventful, exactly what the man had needed. That dull ache was sated and all had felt right, except for the meager fact it was far too warm for his thick luxurious coat, even after it had thinned out some in preparation for the late spring's relentless heatwave. It was winter when the man thrived, blending in with his environment more like a chameleon, but now, he stood out stark against the dark, thick foliage.

Even amongst the giant trees, he was impressive with his sheer size and strength. His very presence commanded respect like it had in the boardroom. Even though it was a life he had chosen for himself, it wasn't a life he wanted. It was exactly what he needed in order to take control and forge a dark kingdom in which he could be one step ahead of his enemies. To keep his sister and him safe, the last of his family line. Money equates to power in this world. When one had it they might as well be a god upon a throne when sitting up in that ivory tower, untouchable by enemies that threatened everything. It was a means to protect what was his, fiercely so.

He drew closer to the stream, the perfect place to harbor the plentiful fish that swam beneath its surface. His massive paws sunk into the earth of spongy ground and decaying foliage beneath his impressive weight. Peaceful, that was one word that described this place. He would often find himself here, in those rare moments he could afford himself a sliver of cherished but fragile peace.

Hunting was like second nature to him, familiar as a shadow. The very shadows that filled his soul and haunted those dark eyes.

As he waded into the water, cool and refreshing against his skin as it soaked his coat. A rumble escaped him, that very sound unsettled the earth below splitting out in a series of vibrations within the water. It unsettled the fish, which was exactly what he wanted. He could make a fortress of sound if he wished it so. His power was to wield sound itself, a formidable power if in the right hands.


Oliver was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being watched by something or maybe more than one thing in the woodland in that very moment as a hunter lay in wait concealed by sorcery of the hunter's own making. It happened to be one of the very hunters that had hunted his family for centuries and he was blissfully unaware that his life was now threatened. His head would bring the mercenary a very pretty penny and should the hunter succeed, his sister and everything he protected would become gapingly vulnerable. How did they know he was here was entirely beyond the man, he had ensured his family's presence here was still a secret, or so he thought.

The vibrations of his voice fell to advantage, however, as a fish swam hellbent right before the death trap that was him. He moved quickly, quiet, effortless, his head buried beneath the water, his waiting giant jaw agape. The moment there was a faint whirl of water from its movement, That imposing maw snapped shut, making contact with an eight-pound salmon, he sunk in his teeth, its body flopping and twitching until it gave out.

Slipping out of the water, drenched and uncaring as he intended to devour his freshly caught meal, all whilst a shoot aimed the barrel of his gun in his direction, about shoot.