Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

Shape-changing has its flaws? Elliot DeLafayette also known as Red eyes, smiled as he stood atop a skyscraper gazing down at the cityscape below him. He inhaled the clear night air, the scents all around filling his nose. He stretched his body before yawning softly as the bones in his back began to shift a break. A soft moan escaped Elliot??s pale lips as he took a step forward off the ledge of the building letting his body fall. Elliot was falling to the ground at an insane speed, his arms pinned to his sides, his feet pointed. Suddenly black leathery wings ripped from his back, shreds of clothing and his pale skin burst into the air, his wings caught the wind like a hang glider. Golden locks swam around him as he flew toward the clouds, the full moon casting his nightmarish shadow onto the city streets and pavements below. The wind, whipped at his clothes and hair, a soft moan escaping his lips as he enjoyed the cold night air caressing his body. His black wings flapped with a swoosh, his body ascending higher into the sky. As he flew, his eyes caught sight of his hotel and he tucked his wings in. Falling, instead of flying, Elliot allowed himself to descend from the sky, falling toward the hotel. Seconds before his feet would slam into the balcony, his wings stretched outward in a graceful manner allowing him to just step down onto the balcony without a sound. An indifferent scent, distinguished from any he had come into contact with before stopped him abruptly. Someone was in his room? Elliot??s wings folded toward his back shrinking second by second, the bones in his back shifting again a painful sound of them cracking loud enough to scare his intruder off if they were still in his room. The torn skin in his back began to bleed again as the wings completely disappeared into his skin. The moon shined down upon him, his body silhouetted upon the curtains that flowed gracefully in the wind adding to the grotesque effect of his wings retracting into his back. Soon after they were gone, the open wounds began to heal. He reached into the back pocket of his pants pulling out a cigarette and putting it into his mouth. He lit it with a lighter and took a long drag from it. The balcony doors were open to his presidential suite, the wind blowing softly, caressing the curtains above the doors, the soft fabric occasionally brushing up against his cheek. His mind was swimming with the possibilities of who might be in his room. He took several steps forward, walking into the room, his glowing red eyes scanning the room. No one was there, however their scent was left all over his room. Whatever they took they wouldn't be hard to find. It took only mere seconds for him to know what was taken. OH FUCK! he screams out of frustration. This can't be happening. he snarls as he runs his fingers through his golden hair. I'm gonna kill this...whatever it is... he growls as he runs out at the balcony. He grimaces as his wings rip out of his freshly healed back flying off into the sky. A strong wind picked up around the fox den, as Elliot descended upon the ground. Once he landed he hadn't bother to retract his wings as he sniffed around the den for his little thief. Come out you little bandit...don't worry if you just give me what you stole I promise I won't be too hard on you... he said in the nicest voice he could muster up, trying hard to suppress the feral growl in his voice. listulistulistu