BunniesOfDoom

Wolf in City of Glass

At the kick at her chest, Anand straightened and reached out and grabbed a hold of Macha’s good arm. She pulled hard and Macha staggered a bit. With Anand using her true body, she had the full force and strength of her true self. Whereas Macha was more controlling a large suite of rubble and dirt, Anand was all too comfortable in her skin.

She used that to her advantage now as she continued to pull back further and further, trying to either rip the arm off the avatar or pull Macha so far off her balance, she would stumble and fall. Macha pulled back from Anand in a struggle of strength, all the while, Babd was flying above and watching everything. Her eyes moved from one scene to the next and when Anand began to really pull on the avatar's arm, she began a deep dive.

Just as before, her and Huggin split at the last second and drove their spears straight into the arm at the elbow. Macha released a loud cry of rage and pain at the sight. Both warriors ripped their spears through the arm, allowing the momentum of their dive and the force of gravity to pull them completely through the arm.

However, they quickly found themselves under a falling arm after their spears completed their path. Huggin reached out for Babd but didn't find her there within his reach. His eyes widened and he looked around frantically with no luck. Babd was simply gone.

Before the arm could crush him underneath it, he shifted to his raven form and flew out of the way. He looked around frantically but had to move away quickly as a very angry Macha raised a foot and tried to step on him.

When the arm separated from Macha, Anand released it and quickly got to work on dismantling the avatar even more. She pulled a knife from her belt and drove it through the shoulder of the avatar and used her body mass to rip it down. It was not easy. This avatar was constructed of the city rubble and streets. Asphalt and concrete were not easy things to push through, no matter how large you were at the moment. She gave it a mighty twist when it was about collarbone level and reached into the new hole to grab ahold and rip a large chunk from the avatar. She threw the chunk to the side and pulled her knife free, getting it primed for another strike but before she could bring the knife down once again, the avatar completely crumbled under her grip.

Babd, with her observant gaze, had noticed when the wolf had went to push through the chest of the avatar just to be pushed back in return and sent rolling head over feet on the cement. It took her no time to determine that he had indeed found Macha’s control center and where Huggin had allowed himself to fall from the arm, she had pushed off the arm with a burst of magic. She was a black bullet of smoke as she barreled towards the chest, her inky black magic forming a barrier in front of her as she drilled her way through.

She couldn't see because of the black shield but she could sense it when her magic met Macha's and her ears popped painfully she pushed through with such ferocity. Her arms spread out to either side, ready to grab a hold of anything in her way. Surprise caught her in its grip as the first thing to hit her arms was Not Macha but instead an unconscious and very crispy vampire. No matter, she'll figure that out later in time. Then came the audible omf as her arms collided forcefully with Macha and swept her off her feet.

There was another painful pop to her ears as they exited the bubble, thankfully finding the path that Mal has made previously because her own magic was all but extinguished from fight to get through the proactive bubble Macha had constructed. All three beings came tumbling out of the hole and landed on the ground, the avatar crumbling the moment Macha was removed from the core.

Babd groaned and slowly pulled her spear out from under her, having landed painfully on it, thankfully not piercing herself in the process. Macha groaned lightly and when Babd looked at her, she could finally see the damage that caused her to lose control in the very beginning.

Macha laid groaning on the ground, the right side of her body was burned badly, charred to almost the bone and her right arm was missing completely from right above the elbow and down. Her regal robes were in tatters and hung off her, half her face sweltered with blisters. Someone had lit her sister on fire or blasted her with some kind of powerful fire blast.

Babd scrambled to Macha's side as Anand slowly reduced her size bit by bit until she was her regular size once more. It took her some time to finally scramble over the rumble that was once the avatar but she eventually came to stand next to her sisters, tears welling up in her eyes and her hands over her mouth at the sight of Macha.

Huggin landed not far from them and squatted next to an unconscious Mal. He scanned the man over before giving a grunt of annoyance and picking him up. He carried the wolf over to the group and unceremoniously dropped him down before looking at Macha. “She'll be okay, we just need to get her a poti-” he began as he turned to where the office once stood but froze as he realized the office no longer existed. His shoulders visibly slumped before looking back at Babd and Anand. “What do we do?”

Anand reached into one of the many bags she had on herself and dug around a moment before precuring a small potion. “I have some from the office but none of them will be strong enough for this. We're going to need a new circle and we're going to need some ingredients. She's too badly hurt.” she knelt down by Macha and began to feed her the potion. Macha's groans of pains slowly died and she fell into a restful sleep, her body slowly rejuvenating itself.

Anand looked around at the disaster of the city and sighed. It's going to take a long time to clean this mess up and get the buildings back. She let out a loud groan as she sat down on the ground. This was turning into a huge mess and there's still the case of the man who had hurt Macha as much as she was. She had called him mortal but no mortal should have been able to hurt her like that. She ran a hand over her face. This is turning into quite the day, night, whatever.

Huggin crouched over Mal and pulled the gun from his pants waist. He tried not to show the smile that wanted to crack his face as he put the barrel right between his eyes. Babd looked up at him, her eyes narrowing at him at the sight. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“He said to shoot him after everything was good and done with. I'm just listening to his instructions.” Babd rolled her eyes as she reached for the gun.

“We all know he meant if the wolf thing was still out and about. Does that look like he's still the wolf?” She said as she gestured with her hand. Huggin didn't look at her as if him not paying attention to her logic would keep him from having to accept it as truth. However, before he could pull the trigger, Anand grabbed the gun from him.

“Enough.” She said before setting the gun on then other side of her, away from Huggin. "Enough."

The Breaking of the Seals

I think if we get like one more person interested, I'll go ahead and make the thread and get this thing moving.

Project: Revival

You can if you want but I have this post subscribed so I get notifications on it's being updated anyways. So there's really no need. I would just get two notifications instead of just one lol. @Arista

Project: Revival

Not the best post I've ever made but I did make one. My brain is trying to switch gears from my other rp lol. I'll do better with the next one, I'm sure.

Project: Revival

It seemed her sense came back to her and Lucian could see the moment the frenzied state left the girl's eyes. He gave a small smile and reached out to rest a hand right between her ears. "There you are. Time to go." He stood up, keeping his hand lightly on her head as he looked around. It had been a long time since he had been outside of his cell. He, honestly, couldn't remember the way out of this place but it didn't matter too much. All they needed to find was a window, a door, any kind of opening to the outside and he could fly them away without a problem. Wings were not the only thing he got from these experiments. His strength was far stronger than he ever thought it would be. He proved that by throwing those guards behind him like toys he was throwing out of a toy chest. Even if Aneira was heavier in this state, he wouldn't have any trouble carrying her.

Lucian could heard the next group of guards approaching and frowned to himself. How many more guards is it going to take for them to finally find a way out of this accursed place?

As Aneira moved down the hall, Lucian stood up, to his feet and finally releasing the man he had in his grip. He pulled his wings in close so they wouldn't get caught on anything before he quickly turned to follow behind her. As they came to the locked door that separated their hall from the rest of the building, Lucian threw himself out in a flying kick, planting both feet firmly on the door. It didn't stand a chance. The door came crashing down with him on top of it, a surprised guard caught under it's weight. Lucian rode it down before he pushed off and threw himself at the next available guard. There was no way he was going to allow them to get a draw on him with their weapons. He wasn't sure if accelerated healing was part of his power bank but he wasn't willing to get hurt to find out. Just keep moving, and just keep hitting. Eventually they're run out of men.

Wolf in City of Glass

Huggin had just administered the potion to Anand and the three were talking when Mal took one of the werewolf bullets and swallowed it, whole. Anand blinked at him as if the man had lost his mind. She stared in disbelief as he threw the gun at Huggin as if he had not just insulted him and then gave him a weapon to which he could get his very vengeance with.

Huggin caught the gun, gave it an expert spin before he had it properly in his grip and watched as Mal tapped his forever, delivering a message of brutal finality. Shoot him, right between the eyes. Huggin looked to the gun for a moment before looking back at Mal and giving a stern nod. Sure, he did not like the man, and yes, he was probably going to enjoy it but now was not the time to linger on that. They had a battle at hand and Mal was obviously going to do something rash here in a moment. Huggin check the safety with a quick flick of her finger to see that it was already off. He cocked the gun, loading in a new bullet as he watched Mal.

And just like that, Mal drew a weapon from the small of his back, commented on how he hated this part, and slit his own throat. Anand cried out as she reached for him to only have Huggin grab her wrist while he fiercely shook his head. Babd didn't move an inch, her black orbs watching his every move intently. She watched as black blood- no not blood, something else, crept along him like a slithering slime. Her hands tightened on her spear at the sight of her, her own magic flowing elegantly from the grip she held so tightly. The magic of her abysmal magic called out to the black ooze that now morphed into a new mask.

They all watched as he then threw himself out of the window, Babd making a guttural hiss at the sight. Her and that man are going to have to have a very long, long talk.

“Huggin,” she said, her voice morphing into a deep octave that seemed impossible for a woman of her stature. “It's time for war.” A dark grin marred her face, almost seeming to split it in two as her form began to change. The dark magic that had seeped from her palm pulsed out around her. She took a look at Huggin just before the magic make it impossible for her to see anything but black. Huggin tucked the gun to his pants leg and nodded. Within a breath, he was in his raven's form, taking to air and circling around the black orb where Babd stood. However, instead of the magic dissipating, it condensed. It found its place upon her body in the form of glistening black armor, a pair of gleaming huge black wings on her back. She began to walk towards the window, a wake of black smoke behind her. When she flapped her wings, the sounds of ravens and crows cawing could be heard, a chorus of battle. Huggin landed on her shoulder and she propelled herself off, the magic propelling her farther than a simple jump would have taken her.

Wings spread wide, Babd took to the sky and rising high above the scene. Her magic condensed around her once more, morphing her shape into that of a giant raven, her and Huggin merged into one. Each flap of her wings were like the sound of thunder. Her head cocked to the side as she locked onto the sight below. She could see the wolf running circles about, barking about lies or something or another. However, what caught her attention was the damage he did to her ankle. So Macha had decided to settle for an avatar instead of growing herself. Perhaps it was because of the damage she had already taken. Babd was unsure, but that made this easier. They could go out without fear of killing her. Huggin concurred in her head and they took a dive down towards the avatar.

Just before they collided with the giant, their forms split. Babd had her spear in her hands and Huggin, in his human form, was also armed with his own spear. With a war cry, they both drove their spears to either side of her shoulder and allowed the momentum of the fall to pull them down, dragging the spears along. Once their momentum ran out, she used her embedded spear to run back towards Huggin. They clasped arms and pushed off from the avatar. There was a spiral of black smoke from them as they merged once more into the giant raven and took to the sky again.

Macha could feel whatever happened to the avatar. It was not as intense as it was if it were happening to her, but she could feel it upon her own self. So when the wolf barreled through her ankle, she cried out in pain and annoyance. She looked down at the wolf and she sneered at him. She moved her right arm to grab at him, only to remember that she no longer had that arm. That only brought more rage to her as she had to turn her body to grab at the wolf with her left hand, crossing over herself to do so. He spoke as if he knew her, calling her a child of lies, a queen of falsehood. She snarled at him, her voice rumbling the very ground they stood on.

“Speak not of me as if you are knowing, fiend. Be gone from my city.” However, before she could grab at the man, she saw the familiar black magic of Babd. She growled in frustration at the sight, the little wolf forgotten. “Return Babd. This is not for you. I shall avenge my arm.” Be tried to grab at the raven as it came diving down at her in amazing speeds, to only have the two separate and drive their own spears into her shoulders and go along her back and chest. She cried out in rage and pain. “I have been wounded!” She screamed, her hand rising and the land answering her call. The ground before her shot up and morphed into a hand, grasping at the raven in an attempt to capture it. “You of all would understand the need for revenge! Allow me this!”

In the meantime, Anand was left in the office alone. She had no rush. Between Babd, Huggin, and Mal she was sure Macha was going to be kept busy for quite a while. So she made sure to gather the appropriate ingredients needed for the spell. She could still feel the building rumbling from the battle outside and she was afraid that when she went to cast her magic, this building wouldn't survive. The only thing keeping it even standing was Babd's magic flowing through the circle but she would need the circle. So she made sure to pack as much of the arsenal as she could carry while storing the rest in the safe.

She was sure she could probably dig the safe out and it should survive the crumbling of the building. She was sure to pack potions, ingredients, and anything that wouldn't survive in the safe on her person and then paused as her hands lingered on a net, the magic sparking from its thread. She thought of that thing Mal had turned into and how he wanted Huggin to shoot him after everything was done. She puckered her lips as she thought before she grabbed the net and tied it across herself. She felt she might need that later on.

Eventually, Anand had all her ingredients and all the items she could carry strapped to her in bags and backpacks. She walked over to the circle and began to pour and place the ingredients into the circle. It's magic flared with each new item added into it. The magic flowed around her, the intensity building around her. For the first time Macha took her first steps in the avatar form, the building was solid as a rock.

That was until Anand stepped into the circle and pulled a small knife from her back pocket. She pricked her finger and turned it so the blood dripped onto the circle. The magic flared and turned blood red. She closed her eyes before she spoke a spell in an ancient language. The magic swirled like a tidal wave before it crashed into her. She snapped her eyes closed and allowed the spell to take effect. Just as she has assumed, the building did not survive, however it wasn't because of Macha. It was because Anand now grew like Alice who had just eaten a piece of cake. The building crumbled down around her and she frowned at the sight. Good thing she prepared for that outcome. She sighed at the sight before turning her eyes onto Macha. “Enough Macha. Let us heal you and then we may all go looking for the one who harmed you.”

Macha turned her angry eyes onto Anand and released a primal growl at the sight before she kicked out at her enlarged sister. Unlike Macha, Anand had made her form giant instead of an avatar. She let out a loud oof as the air was knocked out of her and she stumbled back a few steps. Damnit, that hurt.

Project: Revival

Lucian was used to the sounds of the guards running around the place at all times, but their organized stampede caused him to turn and look to see what all the mess was. A small army were making their way down his hallway. That could only mean one thing. Lucian looked to the cell across the way, his emerald green eyes locking on the girl there. Aneira, his cell mate. Well, not quite cellmate. Prison mate is more like it. Something was going on with her and it seemed like the people didn't like it one bit.

Swiftly, Lucian stood up on his feet, his hands grabbing the cell door and giving it a small shake. He knew it was locked. He knew there would be no way that it would just open for him but he felt he had to at least try. Aneira was going to cause some trouble and the guards are never gentle with their weapons.

"Aneira, calm down. You don't want them to tranq you again, do you?" It was then that the first guard arrived and opened up the cell and all hell broke loose. A small army of weapons were now pointed at his friend and they were all screaming at her to get down and stay down. That was until Aneira attacked. A giant form of fur and claws slammed into the men and the weapons began to fire. "Aneira!" Lucian called out as she began to really pull on the cell door. His whole area shaking from the effort. "Don't hurt her! Leave her alone!" He called out, driving his shoulder into the door. At that moment, her heard a soft voice come over the intercom, one he could barley hear over the screaming and guns.

"Go," it whispered and then he fell forward as his door flew open. He crashed into a guard directly in front of him, the guard turning the gun on him. Lucian sneered, grabbed the barrel of the weapon and ripped it out of the guard's hands before grabbing the man by the throat. He barely had to flex as he picked the guard up and turned to throw the man into his cell. The man released a surprised yell as he flew before slamming into the wall on the other side of the cell and collapsed on the ground. Lucian than turned his eyes on the mess at hand, rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and smiling. "Show time." He said before a pair of giant white wings sprouted from his back. He could feel angelic markings burning themselves along his flesh up his sides and across his chest and arms and when he opened his eyes, they were a crystal blue instead of the green they were moments ago. Even his hair seemed to have grown as well from the short crop to just below his shoulders.

As Aneira kept the guards in the front busy and focused on her, Lucian began to work on the guards in the back. One by one, he knocked out and threw them into his cell. The bodies kept piling up in there but he didn't care. His main goal was to get to Aneira and keep her from hurting herself. By the time they got to the last guard, Lucian ripped him out from in front of Aneira and threw him to the ground, keeping his hand firmly planted on the man's back. He knelt on one knee in front of the wolf, his crystal blue eyes glinting with determination as he locked his eyes on hers. "Aneira, now is the time for us to run but we can't do that if you're in this frenzied state. You need to gain control of yourself." The guard under his grip squirmed but Lucian just moved his hand to the back of the man's head, lifted his head then slammed it harshly down on the ground again, all the while keeping his eyes locked onto Aneira. He was sure he heard the crack of bones but he didn't really care right then. This was their chance to escape. All they need was a window, a door, anything to the outside and he could fly them away. They just needed to get going.

Wolf in City of Glass

Violence.

So much violence.

Macha had not expected what took place next as she spoke. The human man turned to her and she expected him to address her, expected anything but the fierce pain that came along with intense burning. The blinding heat blocked her sight from the man.

She didn't even have time to react. She didn't even have time to process what was even happening to her when there was a second bright flash. At this moment, her mind recognized that there was something incredibly wrong, intense pain in her right arm but she couldn't see anything. She couldn't hear anything. Her mind was a jumbled mess as she raised her hand to where her right arm used to be. She groped her side, feeling the gaping wound there and finding her arm missing from mid forearm and down. With her vision still blurry from the onslaught of attacks and her ears ringing from the sound, she finally looked down and saw the damage first hand. Sure enough, half her arm was completely missing.

Panic clenched her throat at the sight. She felt her chest tighten and before she knew what was happening, a scream of absolute terror ripped through her lips. She fell to her knees, clenching at her wound as she continued to scream. The last time she had been injured in such a way, Cu Chulainn had run her from Ireland.

Her screams reverberated off the walls of the building and the ground below her shook in anger. It rippled like a rock dropped into a still pond, with her in the center. As her screams grew more frantic, the magic expelled out and soon the ripples were causing the buildings to quiver and some less stable ones to collapse all together. The earth began to swirl around her like tidal waves and crashed in around her, burying her.

Back at the office, as Mal checked on the motherly third, he found her still breathing, just unconscious. When he asked what the orders were, the feathered thied inhaled deeply. “Macha is somewhere else.” She slowly tried to rise to her hands and knees once more with a pained grunt. “The spell sent her somewhere else. There was someone attacking a vampire. I think they had caught the vampire on fire when ahe left. She might be in danger. We need to get Huggin and find her.” However, just as she started to gather herself, the building shook violently. She wobbled violently as her eyes grew wide in horror. Her head snapped to the window of her office as she watched as the whole city began to rumble and rock. “Oh no,” she whispered. Something terrible must have had to happen for her to lose control like this. The land itself was reacting now.

The building rumbled again and Badb threw herself forward and slapped her hand on the carved circle on the ground. It glowed at her touch and within a moment, the building settled and grew steady once more. She grumbled to herself in pain. She was going to pay for that later. However, before she could get herself situated properly once more, there was a loud crash as a black feathered mass came barreling through the window.

Huggin transformed into his human self moments after he came crashing through the window. He slid along the top of the desk then allowed himself to drop down on the ground in front of Badb, his eyes wide in panic. “She's in a frenzied state! At this rate she's going to destroy the whole city.” He looked upon Babd and then moved his eyes to Anand, whose head was still resting firmly in Mal's lap. He stood suddenly, a spear of glistening steal appearing in his hands. “I warned you!” He said, his voice dripping with venom as he closed the space between him and Mal with a few steps.

As he raised the spear to strike, he froze, a fierce snarl crossing his face. “Release me! He did all this!” Black inky magic coiled along his arms like slithering snakes and glided along the length of the spear.

“He didn't do this Huggin. Leave him alone,” Babd said, a hand raised in the air and directed at Huggin. “If what you said is true, we need to get to Macha and we need to bring her under control. We can't let her destroy the whole city.”

Huggin strained against the magic for only a moment more before he groaned and released the spear. It disappeared into the black magic and both vanished from reality. “Fine,” he said, his eyes lingering on Mal and only leaving the wolf when the building began rumbling again. Babd looked to the circle on the ground and it's magic flickered. “How,” she asked, the answer coming in a giant shadow crossing the window.

They all looked to the window to see a giant version of Macha made of asphalt and rubble walk past the building. Babd’s eyes grew wide at the site of it, her body quivering in fear as Macha’s voice came out in a rumble that shook her very bones.

“Show yourself mortal. I shall show you the punishment for harming me in such a way.” It was then that Huggin spoke up, his voice a deep grumble.

“Her arm. It's missing.” Babd looked to him in shock and horror before looking back at the giant form of Macha as she passed. Sure enough, her arm ended right above the elbow. Her breath caught in a audible gasp. What happened to her?

“Huggin, we need to stop her. She'll tear this city apart looking for this person.” Huggin gave a slow nod but no one was sure how.

Babd slowly pulled herself back to her feet, a spear of her own appearing in her hands to give her some support. Unlike Huggin’s spear, hers was black wood and the spear head steel. At the moment the head was buried into the floor and she leaned on it heavily. “This is a mess.” She waves her hand towards the wall behind her and her magic flowed from.her fingertips to light up the runes, opening the wall to reveal the arsenal.

“Mal, I know this isn't your mess but we need to get this under control and any help will be great.” She took a moment to rest against the spear as ahe waved her hand at the large selection of weapons, modern and ancient, “Take your pick. Huggin, a healing potion if you would please.”

Huggin nodded and began to the alchemy area and dug through the large selection of completed potions. Eventually he pulled a bottle out and walked back to Babd and handed it to her. He pulled the stopper and handed it to her. She took no time to drink it before giving him and nod. “Thank you,” she said as she handed him back the bottle and he returned it back to the stash and got another for Anand. They were going to need as much help as they could get. They had a very angry and hurt mother nature on their hands.

He tried to ignore Mal as best he could while administrating the potion to Anand. It took her a moment, but she eventually stirred then opened her eyes. She gave a small groan and sat up, rubbing her head as if trying to ward off a headache. “what happened?”

“That's a story for another time. Right now, all you need to know is that Macha is in full god mode and rampaging through the city.”

“She's what?!” Anand said as she turned to look out at the city through the broken window. Sure enough, she could see a colossal form of Macha stomping around the place, knocking building over along the way. “She's going to kill everyone. We need to stop her.”

Babd nodded, “We will. Anand, get her weapons. Time to wrangle in our sister.”

Project: Revival

Ten.

Lucian pulled himself up again, raising his head high above the doorframe. How long had he been here now? Four, five years? It's hard to keep track of the days when there are no windows in your cell. All he had to go by were the guards calling lights out each day.

Eleven.

There was nothing for them to do. There was nothing to keep them occupied or sane in this blasted place. All they had were bars around them and a view outside at other cells. There were no windows, no doors to the outside that even allowed them a peek at the world when the guards switched. They were buried, levels underground in a damn bunker, probably for the rest of their lives. Just to be used as lab rats for these son's of bitches.

Twelve.

"Lucian," a voice came over the speaker in his cell. He groaned as he released his grip on the doorframe and dropped heavily to his feet. "No workouts. You know that. You're gonna break the doorframe, again." The speaker shut off and Lucian grumbled to himself as he gave his hands a small shake. Yeah, yeah. Don't go breaking the cell Lucian. Can't have you getting out of here, Lucian. He looked up at the speaker that was flush with the ceiling of his cell, a frown planted firmly on his face. What else was he supposed to do?

He ran his fingers through his white as snow hair, pushing it back out of his face. He dropped himself on the ground and slammed his back against the wall with such force, his cell rattled harshly and dust fluttered from the ceiling. He banged the back of his head against the wall, once, twice, a third time until the speaker crackled back to life. "Lucian," it said.

"Yeah, whatever!" He called out in anger before pulling his legs up in front of him. He rested his arms on the top of his knees and stared out ahead at the opposite wall. Once again he found himself thinking about how he ended up in this mess. Yeah, he wasn't any angel but hell, did they have to snatch him off the street like some clueless, hopeless child. He was walking home. He had imagined they had done their research. He had been living alone for awhile by that point and he just recently had a huge fight with his family, again. Jesus, his family. They probably thought he was dead. Yeah they weren't perfect but at least it was something. Now he was here, in this cursed place, with no one. His family probably thought he was dead, buried off in a shallow grave or decomposing in a ditch somewhere even though he had been clean for 3 months by the time these jackasses had snatched him up. He wondered if his friends in NA had called around after awhile when he didn't show up again to any of the meetings. Probably not. People dropped out of those programs left, right, and center.

Well he was sober now. Had been for the whole stay at this place. They weren't going to give him any narcotics. He was one of their success stories. They didn't want to ruin that and so now he sat, back against the wall, rage boiling in his chest. He needed to get out of here, the sooner the better.

Project: Revival

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Image 1- Human form

Image 2- Angelic form

Images from the very skilled @Tony20402164 on X.

Name: Lucian McKain
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Species(human/??): Was once human, now he's not so sure anymore
History: WIP