Curled inside his generic wooden box, Undercroft's animal sobbing was seldomly heard except on this night. The open crate surrounded by many similar crates sat amongst many, trapped in the ware house district. Though once abandoned, it was now resurrected by his over active behavior. Lights were flickering every so often, stacking machines were progressing by constantly reorganizing crates and other sorts of material. A child, no younger than seven laid brutally slain. Teeth marks ripped her throat in half, claws strung her body out around the surrounding area, most of which was stained from blood and savage devouring of the tattered corpse. There are times when he clues into reality, and this was one of them. His overall perception of today's world is blinded by gunfire and crime, but not this, this disaster. Glancing up in the darkness, threw his orange swimming goggles, he couldn't even recognize what was in front of his very eyes, only a bloody massacre meant for fantasy worlds. "You did me proud....." A cold feminine voice whispered out, complimenting his ruthless behavior.
Thick black leather boots stepped beside Undercroft's box, clearly making themselves known by their heavy thumps. "She didn't deserve it." The hyena man said, speaking to Greed. Giggling in response, she peered inside to note his actions. Her silver hair bangs curtained over her face, but those bright glowing pink eyes peered into his goggles, lighting his day. The thick red overcoat was attached through belts instead of buttons or zipper. Large bulky belts that were individually buckled together. Her coats shape emphasized her 6'6 height and hair that touched the tip of her heels. Such long straightened silver hair was beautiful beyond comparison. "Crawling inside the box beside Undercroft, she held him close in her arms. "Shh... I'm here now." Undercroft never would have cried over spill blood, but this was a rare occasion of lack of self control.
"I couldn't control myself." He whimpered in her arms, holding her close for comfort. Though he had no idea that she was pulling the strings on these impulses. Greed only grinned behind her blinding silver hair with delight. "The time of sobbing is over, Undercroft, their are intruders in your city." Quickly snapping out of reality and into his fantasy world, Undercroft became the monster once more. Months of brutal slayings, terrorists attacks, and vigilantism made him proclaim this city as his, no one else. Using powerful animal legs to jot out the box, Undercroft stood amongst the storage house where police were just stepping inside, investigating the recent action. There weren't many prior to the central park scene, but there were investigators and off-duty police investigating.
Radio transmissions came in from near by squad cars at the shape shifters gathering. Loud hyena whooping was heard as screams cried out. Tapping duct over the radio to constantly transmit the horrors, police turned blankly but with a slight fear in their faces at the sounds. Gun fire echoed out in mayhem as shotgun fire reacted to each shot taken.
Embedded in a thick kevlar vest that stopped most small armed fire, which undoubtedly there were some bullet casings lodged in his vest. Greed, being an imaginary friend stood amongst the officers trapped in the dark warehouse. Pointing their flash lights in all directions, Undercroft was finishing barring the doors with steel pipes. Using every muscle, twisting them along the handles, he whooped once more so the radio's could listen. "Where's Dennis." One officer whispered out, trying not to alarm their predatory hunter. "Dennis?" Another officer whispered out trying to locate their companion. Sneaking inside the warehouse, Undercroft lurked above, watching his prey closely. Walking on all four legs instead of two, the shotgun on his back jingled against the many other gadgets he had attached to his vest. Pointing their flash lights in their stalkers direction, orange goggles sparkled brightly in the light. "There!" They pointed firing their weapons in response. Leaping off without hesitation, the sparkling sharpened teeth bared down on them. Shooting a hole in his round ear, tarring away chunks of his vest, and bullets skimming by his face leaving wounds of war.
Pouncing down with ferocity, his claws swiped forth, tarring flesh clean off one officers face, sending him spinning where he stood. Hopping back, dodging more gunfire, his shotgun was whipped off his back quickly, releasing two slugs, killing two more officers, sending them far away with vicious gaps in their chest. The last two officers began running in panic but Undercroft was in hot pursuit. Greed was lavishing in the bloodshed, loosing her mind in the carnage, dancing among the dead bodies. She gave an illusion in Undercroft's mind that the recent dead officers were dancing with her. Adding even more to her dance party, he leaped forward, landing on on officers back. Digging his talons and claws deep into him, pinning him, his teeth lunged forth. Crunching down, he could feel his spine snapping between those monstrously strong hyena jaws.
Trapped in the darkness, banging vigorously on the large doors for escape, it suddenly went silent. Reinforcing officers stood outside watching the blood leak from under the door forming a pool. Using the radio inside the squad, he reported to other officers. "We need a breach team in South Port harbour. "Time to greet you're my new friends." Standing on the roof, looking past the port into central park, far from his current position, the dragon and their friends stood.
((Note, he doesn't actually talk, only thinks he talks. ))