[center][color=7ea7d8][h1]Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite[/h1]
[i]Never One...

Without the Other[/i][/color][/center]

[quote]With the ball and one cuff gone, Kailani forced herself to merely bite the other cuff, carefully and regretfully avoiding skin. She patted Körbl’s leg before crawling further down the table, to Alfred. With him it was even easier - harder to control - as she grabbed his leg to bring up to her mouth.

She licked his ankle briefly.[/quote]

The primordial Frostbite cringed at the sight and sensation of the alien woman licking the ankle of its host, almost bursting into a transformation right then and there at the perceived offense. [color=7ea7d8][i]"How barbaric. Even now she wants to eat your feet, and then everything else in this godsforsaken place. Ew."[/i][/color]

Alfred quietly grumbled at the ancient spirit, rolling his eyes. The Frostbite's complaints were certainly wasn't helping the situation he was having down there. [color=7ea7d8][i]"Frosty, don't make it weirder than it already is. It's not like she's a vore enthusiast. Just constantly hungry with that insatiable alien... um, hunger. She can't help it, okay?"[/i][/color]

[color=7ea7d8][i]"Damn thing ate its own siblings..."[/i][/color]

[color=7ea7d8][i]"It's nature, get over it. You're literally part of nature!"[/i][/color]

His thoughts would soon be interrupted though, as the distraction from Ameliya and Iris erupted into all new explosive heights, while Kailani revealed her true form. A gigantic elephant... dragon thing. Whatever she was, she is a xeno, a stranger to this world. An alien with alien thought patterns...

[quote]Huge claws clung to the balcony, the whole structure shuddering from the weight - and as some turned to begin firing uselessly on the alien, as screams and shouted commands and even excited cheers were beginning to break out, Kailani bit down on the balcony and shook her head like a dog to a bone.[/quote]

And now, things were getting even spicier. They were supposed to escape later tonight, but the cat, no, the alien was out of the bag, and at this rate, there was simply no way they could delay the great escape. It was now or never.

Frostbite spoke, entreating for a long yearned transformation. 
[color=7ea7d8][i]"Shall we?"[/i][/color]

[i][color=7ea7d8]"I suppose..."[/color][/i]

Alfred was engulfed in a torrent of cold wind, defying all mortal laws as the temperature within the cafeteria dropped by several degrees. His eyes glowed with an azure shimmer, and for a few moments, it was as if he disappeared inside the brewing winterstorm...

Then it emerged. A pair of icy wings sprung out of the spot where Alfred Gunther had been sitting, then an avian head with a single glowing horn forged from deathly frost. The mist quickly dissipated, revealing a phoenix of ice with a pair of glowing, blue eyes. It roared with a chilling shriek, a harbinger of the winter itself arising from its mortal to avenge ancient wrongs. 

For now, though, it breathed forth a conical blast of ice towards the remnants of the balcony that still clung upon the side of the wall, blocking off access to the cafeteria from above.

It looked around. The guard that had previously given Alfred his spicy noodles was aiming at Kailani with her pistol, visibly shuddering with total fear as the alien creature started devouring her comrades. This was one life that the Frostbite was keen to spare from this ensuing chaos, and so it flew towards the guard, landing in front of her with wings blocking any peering eyes from the increasingly riotous cafeteria.

[color=7ea7d8]"Get out of here,"[/color] the phoenix said in a voice that sounded like a chorus of twenty. [color=7ea7d8]"Your life isn't worth minimum wage. Please?"[/color]

Marie paused for a moment, then turned and fled through the nearby sidedoor... which Frostbite immediately blasted with frost to prevent anyone of the unruly prisoners from following her. For now, at least.

He may be an ancient. He may have eternal grudges, but the Frostbite used to be a defender of humanity, and there would still be a small spark of that old conviction in its cold, lightless heart.