Post by Beowulf Keyes on Feb 16, 2012 18:25:02 GMT -5
For the first time in Beowulf's life, Neo-Tokyo looked beautiful. From the fiftieth floor of Kast Hotel, the dead, dark streets looked lively, ants rebuilding their sand-mounds. Street lights seemed more vibrant, and Beo swore he could see the Thunderforce mechs patrolling Electric Park. For the first time, Beo was hopeful for the future. Maybe, he thought, Kast Korp could be a tower in the darkness.
Beo had been pacing around the empty conference room for almost an hour, waiting for a much anticipated meeting with the CEOs of Kast Korp. Last time Beowulf had met with the stuffy lot he had been treated with disdain and fear, but this time he hoped to make a more personable impression. He was up for review, after-all.
The wolf anthro's furry ears perked when he heard the heavy footfalls of ten men approaching, and then a polite knock on the oak door. Beo cleared his throat and the suited Kast executives filed into the room quietly and purposefully, taking what appeared to be assigned seats. Beowulf glanced at the large, steel table and it's seating arrangements, noticing only now that there were twelve deep-seated, leather office chairs.
Beowulf looked at each of the Board of Directors, searching for Mateo at the head of the table, but the Beo's mentor appeared absent yet again. Dr. Ferdinand Castrovik, both a CEO at Kast Korp and its leading scientific mind, gestured to the empty seat, on the right hand of Mateo's rightful throne. Shock briefly struck the wolf's face as he swiftly sat down.
"As you have probably heard, one of our CEOs and the powerful political figure, Councilman Katsu has been assassinated by an unknown subject, likely related to a gang known as the Violators. However, no definitive data could be gathered. Therefore, we must appoint a new member to the Board in his stead." Dr. Castrovik said, gesturing to Beowulf as he droned in a gravely voice that betrayed his late years.
Every strand of fur on Beowulf's body bristled. The mantle of power settled on Beo's shoulders heavily in that moment.
"Do you, Beowulf Keyes, formally except the position?" Attorney Director Darrin Nash, asked in a cold voice.
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Buildings flashed by, shifting into the formless instant that was the hunt. Blood pounded, ears rung, Beowulf's mind seeped into thoughts of warm flesh and fresh kills. Feral spittle ran down his viscous visage, his teeth barred to show his wickedly curved canines. The wolf anthro ran on all fours, little more than a beast.
The prey was close, Beo could smell its sweat, the acrid spices of fear and blood sweating his next meal's delicious aroma. The trail stopped at a lenghty, dark alley. Beowulf could not see his quarry, that meant the catch was hiding, and Beo loved it when they hid.
Stalking down the seemingly lifeless alleyway, the wolf ran his claws down the brick walls and dumpsters as he passed. Beowulf could not help but pant in anticipation of the kill.
"You have no idea what I'm going ta do ta yah girl."
Beo had been pacing around the empty conference room for almost an hour, waiting for a much anticipated meeting with the CEOs of Kast Korp. Last time Beowulf had met with the stuffy lot he had been treated with disdain and fear, but this time he hoped to make a more personable impression. He was up for review, after-all.
The wolf anthro's furry ears perked when he heard the heavy footfalls of ten men approaching, and then a polite knock on the oak door. Beo cleared his throat and the suited Kast executives filed into the room quietly and purposefully, taking what appeared to be assigned seats. Beowulf glanced at the large, steel table and it's seating arrangements, noticing only now that there were twelve deep-seated, leather office chairs.
Beowulf looked at each of the Board of Directors, searching for Mateo at the head of the table, but the Beo's mentor appeared absent yet again. Dr. Ferdinand Castrovik, both a CEO at Kast Korp and its leading scientific mind, gestured to the empty seat, on the right hand of Mateo's rightful throne. Shock briefly struck the wolf's face as he swiftly sat down.
"As you have probably heard, one of our CEOs and the powerful political figure, Councilman Katsu has been assassinated by an unknown subject, likely related to a gang known as the Violators. However, no definitive data could be gathered. Therefore, we must appoint a new member to the Board in his stead." Dr. Castrovik said, gesturing to Beowulf as he droned in a gravely voice that betrayed his late years.
Every strand of fur on Beowulf's body bristled. The mantle of power settled on Beo's shoulders heavily in that moment.
"Do you, Beowulf Keyes, formally except the position?" Attorney Director Darrin Nash, asked in a cold voice.
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Buildings flashed by, shifting into the formless instant that was the hunt. Blood pounded, ears rung, Beowulf's mind seeped into thoughts of warm flesh and fresh kills. Feral spittle ran down his viscous visage, his teeth barred to show his wickedly curved canines. The wolf anthro ran on all fours, little more than a beast.
The prey was close, Beo could smell its sweat, the acrid spices of fear and blood sweating his next meal's delicious aroma. The trail stopped at a lenghty, dark alley. Beowulf could not see his quarry, that meant the catch was hiding, and Beo loved it when they hid.
Stalking down the seemingly lifeless alleyway, the wolf ran his claws down the brick walls and dumpsters as he passed. Beowulf could not help but pant in anticipation of the kill.
"You have no idea what I'm going ta do ta yah girl."