Dominic Stevens~ this is youuuur life!
Ok, your name is Dominic Stepens, you're 23 years old and independantly wealthy, life is good. At age 20 you inherited the 'Tower Luxery Suites' building from your favorite uncle, rest his soul. The last three years have been pretty good to you, landlord money in nice uptown City,The is nothing to sneeze at. You've been living in the penthouse ever since, doing your own thing, getting some school in, and persuing your music in the various clubs around town. Yup, life's all peaches and cream-- until that freaking U.N. announcement, and then the world turns upside down.
So everything you ever knew about the supernatural suddenly jumps off the gaming table and into your lap. Over a period of two weeks, you see normal, torpid City,The turn into a dangerous place to walk the streets at night. There's an explosion one night in Park,The, and riots freaking riots in the streets! You don't even know where you stand yet on this whole supernatural being issue, and already people are dying. Just 2 days ago you read that someone blew up a manse full of people who were allegedly 'magical creatures'. It's madness. You spend a lot of time in your kick-ass penthouse, watching the madness from above.
Present day! You're chillin in your crib, watching the news with this vague sense that something bigger then life is going on, and feeling curiously removed from it. There is a loud bang from somewhere nearby that makes you mute your TV real quick. What the ...? It sounded like it came from below you, where your downstairs neighbor, the one who owns the nightclub lives. She's usually so quiet, but you can hear yelling. You're debating whether or not to go check it out when your phone rings. It's the main office downstairs. Someone reported hearing gunshots on the floor beneath you, the cops are on their way. They want you to stay put, they'll probably need to talk to you. Gunshots! You agree and hang up the phone in a sort of daze. Nothing is sacred.
A straaaaaaaaaange feeling suddenly grips you, like something from your dream. It's like your flying dreams, that same feeling like when the wind first catches your wings and you soar. The strangeness increases, and the world seems to blur around you. Heart pounding, you feel . . . different. There is a ... a power sweeping through you, bearing you up like the wind, kindling a fire in your soul that a moment before you would never had guessed existed, and now cannot live without. It fades ever-so-slowly, not so much leaving you as consuming you, until you find yourself kneeling on the floor, hair hanging down in your eyes, utterly confused as to how you got there. To make matters worse, your butt feels funny. What the...? You've got... a .... tail. A green scaly tail about the size of your arm. With a little point on the end.
As you sit there, gaping at your arse, you hear a noise outside on your balcony. Something is on your balcony outside. Something big, with red glowing eyes.
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