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With that said him and Travis could have parted ways. That could have been the end of the conversation and perhaps maybe he would call Travis. He noticed it before it happened, the sudden shift of wind, the ominous chilly breeze that began to pick up. Kristian smirked, though Travis didn’t notice. He was too distracted by a Chimera showing up.

Some ugly son of a bitch with wings and a tail. His creation looked like a bloated existence of discarded parts. He felt his heart race. A part of killer’s rage rising. He didn’t feel any resentment for the creature, nor any remorse. Just excited, itching with anticipation.

He wanted to see Travis next move. It shouldn’t have surprised him then that he was trying to get them to turn tail and run like a pussy. The Doves would not appreciate their efforts and neither would the Humans, but it was the best excuse he had. 

“We can’t run,” Kristian told Travis, “While we wait for the Doves to show up. People could get hurt. It doesn’t matter if we don’t get praise. What matters is we stop the damage done at all cost.”

Oh he was really excited right now. He could feel an itching, a crawling sensation in his blood. He said it before he liked the ones that were upfront about what they were. And certainly this chimera was upfront about its intentions. It didn’t make him scared the way Travis nice demeanor made him scared. It made him desire to kill it.

A rose bloomed behind his back. Even if Travis didn't intend to kill, he did.