Hearing the thoughts of Daniel, he quickly came to a stop. Vampire? Shit, he'd almost walked into that one. Pyotr quickly stepped away from the man on the ground. So this bitch over there was lying to him. Fucking coward. Pyotr tightly gripped the shard of rock he had behind his back, and the jagged edges dug into his calloused hands, causing them to bleed profusely. Thoughts raced through his mind as his eyes moved from Kaori to Daniel. If the ma-.... vampire on the ground really wanted blood, then his female friend must be another vampire as well, as she wanted him to get close enough for her friend to drain his blood. Huh. A vampire with morals. Seemed like an oxymoron... but he'd sort it out later. Right now, he felt like mauling the woman who decided she was so clever until her damn mother couldn't recognize her.

"You're fucking with me. Think you're so damned clever, think you can get places with your womanly charms? You're probably laughing at me now for being tricked to having come so close."

The pain in his hand steadily increased as the blood dripped down to the ground, making a small puddle near his feet. He didn't care that his weapon was visible now, it was already plainly obvious before.

"I should kill you and leave you for your friend to eat. You want him to have blood that badly? He can feast all he wants when your neck and wrists are slit. I'll enjoy watching you suffer. It'll be a fitting death for a deceiver like you."

"You think you can still trick me when your windpipe is ripped out from your throat?"

Vivian left the town and began to find her way back to the Manager's hotel. She knew the way but after the incident last year it was possible some areas were full of debris or the monsters had gotten restless..err other Supernaturals. Shifting to Lycan form she ran off sniffing her way to what remained of the hotel which brough on so many good and terrible memories.

Kaori
If Pyotr was focused on Kaori more than his own anger, his feedback of her actions seemed to draw little to no reaction out of her. The calm composure- or not even watching him, with eyes on her deft fingers twirling a red stray string around themselves, only loosening when the tip of her fingers turned purple. When the string loosened (and still during Pyotr’s rant), she was left, staring in slight awe of Daniel.

He , out of all the things he’s done, refused to drink blood on the brink of death? He never refused blood besides hers at the hotel, drowning in it under his new luxurious position under the manager. Her vision tunneled on the vampire. What happened durng this last year? Why did he change? She had almost gone as far as asking who laid before her, when her thoughts just simply answered with Daniel.

Her awe was plated under a stare of apathy when she finally looked at Pyotr’s blood puddle, than his face flushed with what definitely had to be anger.One could almost predict all she was about to say was “What?” out of confusion with her recent inability to pay attiention. She didn’t feel guilty as herself at the hotel would yet, rather pushing her conscious to the back of her head to deal with later. The thought of apologizing crossed through her head, resounding in a slight chuckle from her. Although she’d never focused on him much in the first place, she did catch wind of his last threat and his general comments. Before the hotel, this would be the type of person she’d become great friends with, or beat up until they were identifiable as a piece of raw meat. With Kain’s instilled values, she thought otherwise, dissolving the forming snide smile on her face that would make the beginning of a fight.

“If i took everything you said with a literal value, or even in a joking matter, it all sounds the same to me because i honestly toned out. Lets recap…. So You’re mad and expecting to get a reaction out of me? It isn’t going to happen I didn’t think asking you politely instead wouldn’t be at all valid, or one of the things i’d even do. He (gestures to the vampire) does need blood, and it doesn't change a thing that he’s probably going to kill someone in the process. Why did i ask you?”....She pauses, the sunlight didn’t seem to shimmer in her brown eyes and fled from her harsh scowl- someone would think he had killed her parents the way she saw him. if He looked closely, he may have seen the little tick of a muscle in his jaw as she stood before him. “Look. Around you, fool .” She waves her arm across the clearing, and at everyone else laying around, most as lifeless as the dead. “ Out of all of us humans, You seem to be the only one who has enough strength. You would.... be able to rebound. And for the hell of it, if you don’t want your blood (glances at the puddle on the floor) Put it to good use. I didn’t offer myself due to the fact that in the last 2 years… ..... maybe that's why.... he didn't take mine. It’s always….easier to take from someone you don’t even know….because family is family.” A painful flash crossed her face as memories of ‘the guard’ Daniel fled back to her memory, but she had to try to keep it together- she was good at that. Her eyes were vacant as she stared at pyotr, after pain came somewhat of admiration for the vampire. “Daniel…” She says, her lips barely moving “Do you want to change that?” The string snapped.

"So touching, you'd do anything for family. He refuses to drink your blood simply because you're family. Ah, be still my heart."

Pyotr gave an insincere smile, more than anything he wanted to come over there and make good on his promise. It would feel damned good to see that smug bitch get what she deserved.

"And what do you expect me to get from your "moving", and "rousing" speech? That I would be emotionally moved by your amazing sense of loyalty to family? Should I have bent my neck down and said "Here, I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, take my blood because I'm apparently the strongest here, such a compliment! Take all you need!" Yeah, because I'm better off than you. Even talking to you damn hurts. Everything hurts. I haven't eaten well in days, same as you. Been subjugated to torture like anyone in this room. Did it ever occur to you that I fought through the pain because it seemed that someone else was worse off than me? I try and help someone and this is what happens... Jesus. I'd rather have all the blood in me drained and thrown into the sea than give it to him. You are just like every other scum I've met. Always making excuses, never taking blame for their own crimes. At least your friend had the decency to warn me. A vampire with honor, rare these days."

Pyotr attempted to calm himself down. There'd be no reasoning with her. Love did make people insane anyway, he'd probably never understand. He used a neutral tone of voice, a radical change from the venom-filled speech he had given.

" I've got no family to call my own. By your logic I should have raped, murdered, and pillaged everything from here to Shanghai. Well, I haven't, no matter what you think. And I'm not going to hide my intentions and cry that I'm doing things for some, Righteous cause. I'm going to walk away and simply watch as your boyfriend or whatever slowly dies. And I'm watching because it'll feel damn good when you bawl your eyes out when he finally dies. We'll see then where this "family" has gotten you now.

He slowly backed away, keeping his distance from Kaori and Daniel. It wasn't his business what happened to those two now. He had offered his help, and his good intentions were met with bad. All he needed to focus on was getting out.... and perhaps making sure, if by some small fluke the male survived, that those two didn't make it out of this complex alive. They were... dangerous. One was a vampire, and the other.. it didn't matter if she was a supernatural or not, she cannot leave here alive. But, he'd need to get out first after all, and find some weapons. Assuming the male lived through the night.

Even though it was.... a bit unsettling having someone staring daggers at him, Pyotr, simply stared back with a blank expression, and tried to take his mind off of the treachery that occurred here. Wouldn't do him much good. He quietly uttered to himself, throwing the bloodied shard on the ground.

"Damn, a smoke would be good right now... a drink too maybe."

Kain straightened himself in a standing position while still in his wolfish form when the conflict rose between Kaori and the man. He simply glanced from one person to the other depending on who spoke, taking in everything that was said. Daniel must've slipped the truth. The Lycan thought, taking a few breaths and holding himself back from mediating the argument like he usually would.

Over time, the threats seemed to get to his head and eventually the Lycan stepped forward, glancing from the man to the girl who he knew. First, his eyes went to the man, the Lycan himself clearing his throat. "May I suggest you check your views, mister human. Look around, you're surrounded by those you hate and you still shoot your mouth off as if we can take your words and hold ourselves back from giving you a well... Hatred fueled response. I know your hatred, almost every hunter like you has it. As I can recall.. The Nazis have it, white supremacist have it, shit... Perhaps every man has it. We have it too, us well as you would describe 'monsters'. " He said, pausing for a second before approaching the man just a few steps, muttering something under his breath so that only the human could hear.

"Its the bastards like me and you that cause these illogical hate crimes in the first place. Now, you can either listen very closely to me, or your chances of surviving this hell spawn's trap will diminish. Not because of me, or that vampire over there... But because your ignorance will gain you no allies, and your ignorance will get you killed." After saying that a smile formed on the furry lycan while he waited for a response, occasionally glancing over at Kaori to make sure she was still at bay.

"Oh, look at you. Going to give me a life lesson on how to be good to every one of my wonderful neighbors. You seem to forget even good men have hatred. Winston Churchill hated the Nazis with a passion. Not a day came where he wished nothing but bad things for his mortal enemies... but I'm not implying I'm a good man in the first place. Oh, it's quite the opposite. Though, I suppose, no one in this room can really lecture the other on morals. I doubt anyone is really innocent here to begin with."

Pyotr stood up tall and sighed as he became... somewhat annoyed by the Lycan's words.

"You are right about one thing. That vampire and you probably ain't going to get me. It's that girl over there. She already almost killed me. You probably knew about her plan. Why should I trust you differently than your friend over there, eh? The way I see it, If I can't trust ya, I'd be better off alone. Less chances of surviving this hellhole, you know the drill."

Pyotr then sat back down and did not bother to make eye contact with the lycan.

"You remind of a minister I used to know. He spoke all friendly words like you did."

There was a notable pause before he spoke again.

"Too bad I hated the living hell outta him."

Slowly, very slowly, Daniel made his way across the ground, closer and closer to the man that was arguing with Kaori. He could hear his thoughts clear as day, and Daniel didn't like them. His pupils were dilated, and his fangs barred, but he kept his head low so that no one could tell. If anyone was looking at him, it would just look like he was crawling away. He could smell the blood that had pooled on the ground, and that was probably what was giving him the will to even move, let alone do what he did next.

Not caring about the consequences that Kain had proposed, not caring about what Kaori would think of him if he killed the guy, Daniel looked up and lunged at the man with the last of his strength, knocking him down. He quickly sunk his fangs into the man's leg, desperately looking for anywhere to get blood, and started draining. It only took a good five seconds before Daniel unclasped his fangs and rolled away once, away from the downed hunter, and breathed heavily. Already, he could feel his regeneration process starting.

"I can see why." Kain said, growling quietly before turning away from the man, giving Kaori a look as he approached her and whispered into her ear. "You don't turn to him, you don't fight him. Do you understand Kaori?" The lycan asked, firmly placing a pawish hand on the shoulder his muzzle hovered over before he pulled away, clearing his throat. "The injuries I gave him were not fatal. He will recover, but it takes time. You of all people should know that, you cut and stab me more than I had cut him in that room. If he can survive you he can sure as hell survive a knife and a few fingernail pulling. It seems to me Alfons isn't looking too fortunate, though..." He said, glancing over at the unconscious reverend with a sigh.

"They didn't even let him bring his bible. He is going to lament over that real har-" The lycan was cut off by the scruffle nearby and quickly rushed over to pull the vampire away, cursing under his breath while he did so. He was pretty confident the human would lunge at the vampire and was prepared to give him a nasty kick if he did so, everything escalated PRETTY quickly with the lycan's back turned. It was a relief to him Daniel was able to control his feeding.

"сукин сын!" Pyotr reverted back to his native tongue as he was bit in the leg. Anger seethed to every fiber of his being. He was about to rip that vampire a new one... but alas, the hound was right there.

" And just like the minister, you sink your teeth in when you find me at the most vulnerable. No fuckin pun intended. I killed that SOB you know. He tried to kill me in my sleep. I'll get a chance to kill you, that vampire, and the шлюха over there." They were all in this weren't they? Just luring him in with talk of peace, goodwill. And he fell for it, the rational bastard he was. He quickly tore off part of his shirt, creating a makeshift bandage for him to stop the bleeding.

" That's the problem with you talking types. Always lure something in with good talks and rationality. Too bad you always lie to some poor ублюдок! Well Lycan, Заткнись! What was that you said? Now, you can either listen very closely to me, or your chances of surviving this hell spawn's trap will diminish. фигня! произнести фигня! I found the complete opposite to be true. You're not monsters. You and your friends just proved you are animals. And you ask me to check my views? Well, from what I've learned, my views have been validated."

Pyotr limped to one of the corners. At least there he wouldn't be attacked without him knowing it there.

"You come the ебать over here and I'll decorate the ground with your brain matter. You think it's an empty threat? Have that шлюха come over here. We'll see what happens."

Pyotr swore silently under his breath. He had been tricked again... no more. He warily watched the three, simply waiting for them to make a move.

" чертов, свинья....все они....."

“Mmmmhm. Well, when you build a bridge and get over it, let me know so I can row a boat back onto the other side.” Kaori merely muttered at the boy’s words, her brain ticking up certain insults that would no doubt, cause a bloody war between them. Well, if he was planning to have a bigger self-pity part than she did, she wasn’t about to bring the presents and light the candles of his cake. Still amazed at how such a general topic of family stroke a chord deep in the boys nerves, she left it to the ‘everyone deals with stuff’ , although she couldn’t help but have a visual target on the boy’s back as her turn away before Daniel and Kain jumped in. X marks the spot She thought, glancing at the numerous weak spots on the back of a human.

She shook her head, intending to waste no more energy on the boy if he continued to be as such. Kaori was slightly grateful Kain, the peacekeeper, seemed to take control of the situation. No matter what she had done before, he was right. She had only lived through the past years of life because of the two right next to her, and Nixon who decided to leave for town. He, making three enemies instead of allies, was like trying to live after you caught a grenade.

With the lycan’s glance back to her, she saw this and returned the glance, with ‘oops’ written over it. She was going to start the process of reflecting until Pyotr opened his mouth again. She stood behind the lycan, batting her eyes with disapproval. “I hope that one day, you’ll get over your past. Too bad it isn’t the past anymore, it’s the present. Look around again before I break your neck making you do it. It’s all you’ve got.” She trails off with a short hiss, transiting into a short chuckle when Daniel bit Pyo’s leg, right after he said he never would. She was beginning to digest Kain’s words with a series of nods, making an actual pushed to listen to what someone had to say for once ,”Yes, we’ll be fine as long as all three of us stay…..knifes, blood, and whatever become in between that.”

When Pyotr began shouting remarks in his native tongue, she step forwards, bumping into Kain’s shoulder and looking over it, waiting to see if he dare to hit the vampire. “Ooo, I wish he would, Kain, I think I won’t need a knife, if he wishes for his remains to be thrown into the see, why deny it?” She sighs, finding the space to stay somewhat clam with Kain there. “Hey, I thought your views of everyone were pretty bad. I didn’t know when we signed up to try and make them good. After all. “ She narrows her eyes, stepping around Kain slowly, towards the human and vampire. She walked with such swiftness, she looked like she was about to make her way over there until she stpped at Daniel’s side. “Your past seems pretty damn bad enough that it will eventually kill you.”

She leaves off on that note, noticing how Kain’s numerous speeches reflected heavily in the things she said. “ Ai, I think I’m going to end up as a carbon copy of Kain someday, Daniel…you too” She murmurs to him, echoes of his amazing blood control reflecting in a smile different from the rest, and to strangers ,it would be waved off as still an apathetic frown. She dropped to her knees in arm’s reach of him, watching his regeneration process. He wasn’t out of the woods yet. Not sure if she should risk touching him if he was a bomb, waiting to go off after being deprived of blood so long. She finally decided that factor wasn’t important anymore. She ran her hand down his back once, careful not to run over any bleeding wounds or scars. As silence engulfed the two, she kept watching the Russian-pothole out of the corner of her eye. A couple minutes, she glimpsed at him, a expression only he could see because of position. A mixed look you’d give a puppy who was pushed out in the rain, anger, curiosity and just a little….touch of triumph.

"Your past cannot come back to kill you if everyone from your past is dead. And if you forget your past, you are a nobody. And I thought there might be just a misunderstanding between us, but it turns out there's only a шлюха, сука, and a дно жизни. I'm surrounded by the scum of the earth. I was naive to think anything good could come out of anything relating to supernaturals." Pyotr thought of the various ways he could of ended that woman's life, and the scenarios quickly ran through his mind, and he eliminated those that seemed unlikely. Oh, the day would come where he could watch with unbridled joy when she was dead. The other two would be the icing on the cake.

" Ты уверен что то разговоры хотел дерьмо, шлюха. Я сломаю тебе, и Я убью тебя если вы попытаетесь, вы будете найдете вы в некотором дерьме..наслаждаться последние минуты, шлюха."

At that moment, he no longer wanted to just escape. Pyotr wanted to make sure those three died... but he would abide his time. And when it would be the right moment, he would strike quickly, leaving no room for retaliation. His whistles echoed of the walls as he decided to occupy his time doing something...

"Just shut the fuck up already you shit!"

Daniel stood, a little shakily, and tried to compose himself as best he could. He cocked his head to the side to look at Kaori, then back at the man. His pupils were still dilated, and his fangs were still extended, and not because he was hungry. "I don't appreciate you talking to my friend like that. I heard your words, I heard your thoughts, and I'm not happy one bit. I tried to warn you, the least you could have said was thank you you disgusting human!" A low snarl escaped him.

"You want to keep talking, fine. I can talk, too. I don't need sleep. You do. You want to wait for an opportunity to kill us, then I can wait for an opportunity to kill you. As soon as you close your eyes because you can't hold them open any longer, I'll be there, and I'll rip your fucking throat out and leave you as nothing more but skin and bones. I'm tired of you incessant bitching."

Daniel turned and looked at Kaori, then at Kain, then back to Kaori, before letting out an almost disgusted scoff and limping away from both parties, to another vacant edge of the cage.

Kain returned a serious stare at Daniel when the vampire's eyes came across him. He kept quiet until the situation seemed to die down then sat down with a heavy huff, glancing at each person. I guess I won't be sleeping for a long time.. The lycan thought, his eyes closing half way as he reflected the recent events between the three subjects. Soon, the lycans eyes were locked on the trash talking hunter, giving the man a glare with no word coming from his mouth. Soon, a weak, hoarse yet familiar voice broke the brief moment of silence, the voice of the injured reverend.

“J..Judge not, and you will not be judged... condemn not, and you will not be condemned." Alfons said, grunting as he tried to sit up. His wounds had healed somewhat, but when he sat up some of the cuts re-opened, letting him loose more blood.. Thank god blood loss isn't a problem for a typical lycan. "F-forgive, and you will be forgiven. Luke 6, 37." His pained eyes scanned the room, and finally the reverend shook his head. "This devil spawn wanted us to go against each other, become the monstrous demons we try not to be... He is succeeding. You all have lost faith... I do not blame you... But don't target an angel for your anger or a mortal.. Remember who is responsible for your suffering."

Therseod:
The werehyena was knocked over as the net hit him, entrapping him inside the ropes. Just as he was recovering from that, another guard walloped him on the head. Although it didn't knock him out, it did hurt ... a lot. Finally, to add insult to injury, the third guard pepper sprayed him in the face, and at rather a close range too. Pain pretty much spread through his face, and his eyes felt like they were on fire. "God dammit!" he shouted, the pain causing him to shake, "Always with the fucking pepper spray". He was in such pain, he partially transformed, parts of his body turning into a hyena and back again. His three personalities kept shifting control, one moment Thersian would be dominant, the next Tod would, then Theo. All of this went on in a matter of a minute or two, it was quite a spectacle to see.

Goliath:
((waiting on TheDoctor))

"Oh look, the vampire is not happy. Well, иди в жопу. Don't see you paing your respects for taking my blood you Leech." Pyotr began to chuckle as his eyes shifted back and forth between the members of the "family" in front of him. " Maybe I should shut up and have you talk more eh? I'm not the one who seems riled up by this talk anyway. It excites you more doesn't it?" The vampire had given him the kind of condescending look he only remember all too well. Even though Pyotr had... a tendency to let loose a... colorful use of language, he was no longer in the mood to mock or taunt. It was a look that the wealthy and immortals usually gave those they deemed.. unworthy of their presence. Arrogant bastards, the lot of em. Didn't matter in the end... both the wealthy and immortal could die just like any other living being, a fact they seemed to forget right up until the point of death. "Ah, maybe I should just stop talking to you. Wouldn't want you to get a heart attack. I'll spare you from dealing with an "uncivilized" human like me."

As for the.. priest or whatever, he wasn't sure if the man was just naive or plain stupid. " Just look around you, holy man.. People are going to die. It could be me, you, that girl, the vampire, I could go on. Fact of the matter is, I don't like them, they don't like me. Which would be fine by me, except that, you know, we're in a damned cage. The moment I let my guard down, I'll be murdered, or something close to that. You see, your people don't like my people. And my people don't like yours. Simply as that. Don't know who started the war, could have been both for all I know, but, I know everything wasn't all hugs and kisses, water under the bridge bullshit. That's why there's still a war to this day. And it seems I won't forgive those supernaturals for what happened here today, and they won't forgive me." It was a bad situation by all means. He was isolated, with no means of reliably defending himself. But, odds meant nothing. With will and determination, others had similar odds stacked against them.

Pyotr just hoped he lived long enough to retrieve his weapons and go out in a goddamn big firefight if he were ever to me murdered by one of those back stabbing sons of bitches....

Hammond swiftly arrived at the complex with his new hostage with him held in an illusion. After a guard cleared the illusion and pulled them both in, Hammond entered inside the complex. "Right, capture slightly important figure, check. Next step..." Hammond walked down the hallway with the still unconscious Zhalia. Should he try it? Nah, that would be for a much later time, and the ideal time was very much not now. The trickster arrived at a split in the hallway and looked down both ways, wondering which way to go. He heard some screaming down one hall and what sounded like the werehyena in another way. Hm...wonder where Vlad is at. Maybe I can introduce her to the place before presenting her to the boss, he thought. Going down towards the screaming Hammond entered an empty room that had a single light with iron floors and walls, with a single chair that sat under the light in the center of the room. Hammond placed down Zhalia on the chair, then snapped his fingers in front of her face to wake her up.

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Anthony stopped in his tracks as he heard a low growl. You have got to be kidding me, he thought, slowing his breathing. With no weapons, he did not stand a chance whatsoever. Would running work? Dependent on what was growling. If it was big he could try going through narrow tree lines, but he had nothing if it was small. From just the sound Anthony couldn't tell what it could be, just a growl didn't give away much. It could a lycan, or werewolf, or possibly that giant bear thing in the town earlier. He hoped it wasn't the third option, that thing seemed deadly. Anthony stared in the direction of the growl and counted in his head. One...two...three! Anthony turned in the opposite direction and took off, going at a full sprint. Please let me run into some help. His chances seemed slim, but running into anyone else would be ideal, especially if it were Eline.

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Perrin looked up from his writing, seeing the controversy happening in the large cage. He silently watched all of it, and almost got up when it looked like a fight was about to start, but fortunately he didn't have to. He continued his silent writing, and once again stopped as he heard more shouting, but once again it died down. Fighting is the ideal way to kill ourselves, he thought. Is that what some of them want? After wondering for a bit he decided that he was incorrect since no one was dead yet surprisingly. Perrin tore off the current page he had filled and stuffed it in his pocket. Perrin put the pencil to his mouth, pondering on what to put next. After a moment he wrote down the number 10 on the paper and largely bolded it. When he was satisfied, Perrin hung it up on the cage bars and folded it on, holding it up high for mostly everyone to see. After he hung it up, Perrin grabbed his pad again and continued his writing.

Eline became worried that Anthony had been gone for so long. She had no idea what happened to him after all the commotion from the imposters assult on the town. Wasting no time at all she sprinted into the forest. It seemed everytime she thought she would keep him forever he died or got into dire trouble yet she refused to make the same mistakes as in her past. She scanned the forest carefully for any trace of her mate..(sorry forgot about her for a bit xd)

Vivian finally stopped on the side of the path leading up to the hotel. What was she actually going to do once she came face to face with the Manager again? Half of her was worried about him while the other desired to rip him to shreads because of the torture sessions and all she was put through before she became loyal. Whatevershe decided she would have to act fast as people and supernaturals were said to vanish also in this woods and she did not want to find out where she would end up if she was caught by surprise...

Goliath:
He heard the creature, or human as he had guessed, turn and flee. He had no idea if this being was a friend or foe (although Goliath usually didn't have any 'friends', so it was probably safe to consider it a foe). He chased after the mysterious trespasser, he reached sprinting speed very quickly ((Please refer to this post for more info/facts)). His large feet pounded on the ground. This speed was nothing, he could easily make 35mph, without even breaking a sweat. Within a second or two, he was already almost on top of the man. However, he couldn't identify him yet, as the scent wasn't clear, and he was facing away. The only way he could find out was if he stopped this man.

Anthony didn't even bother looking over his shoulder to look at his pursuer to tell what it was. Just from the sounds Anthony could tell it was the giant bear thing that was at the town before. He had no idea what the weaknesses could be. Silver? Steel? Chalk circles? Rand, where are you with all your facts? Anthony wondered. The bear thing would be on top of him soon and probably eat him as the natural world went. The hunter crashed through several bushes and suddenly tripped on a root that was hidden by them. Anthony crashed to the ground, ramming into a tree. He couldn't try running again, the bear was already there. He needed a miracle right now, it would be preferable at this time.

Goliath:
Goliath was already upon the man, who had fallen and now had no chance of escaping. The great bear stopped a few feet from the man, and let out a ferocious, deafening roar, hopefully the noise would stun the man. He took in a few whiffs of the mans scent, and recognized it. This man was one of those hunters who had trespassed on his property. 'Oh ... This man' Golith thought to himself. He figured it was rude to continue in bear form, so he shifted back to his rugged man self. "Shouldn't go walking alone in the woods, might be mistaken for something else and eaten" he said rudely "get back to your friends, now". Goliath had no patience for those who annoyed him, and he was especially easy to irritate when he was busy doing things (such as eating and drinking). However, he then remembered. "Hey, d'ya remember where that hotel thingy was? Dint' ya friends say one was near?" He asked, although it sounded more like a command then a question.