Oliver Burton

That rage that once bubbled within him had been sated, that primal need to protect, to defeat the other male overrode all better sense. The need was far too strong for his human side to protest, even if he wanted to. It any form he wasn't going to let that warlock harm his newfound companion. Now that warlock was reduced to nothing but a slumped heap against that concrete wall, it was then that he felt satiated. That soft voice reached his domed ears that flickered to and fro at her response. The broken briefcase she seemed so focused on clinging too with her life still within her hands. It hardly seemed like it mattered now and perhaps there was a time when its importance was greater. But as far as the bear was concerned, it was nothing but a nuisance. He turned his head to view her with softened, reassuring eyes. As though to convey it hardly mattered now. The man within him would surely protest though. It would be a bitch to sort through all those papers, to replace those that had been lost. But the cost would certainly not be worth it if the woman that put aside everything to aid him when she could have ignored him like everyone else in this busy city.

She seemed worried that she had lost some of those papers and he seemed to make a soothing sound that would be offered to a young cub. He wondered if she could tell.

Oliver nudged her, encouraging that reluctant Chizue whom seemed content to plant her feet and avoid viewing the man that had harmed her. He seemed expectant and extremely persistent that she had seen his lifeless form, so she knew he would never again harm her. She would not be plagued by that warlock ever again. Perhaps it would eventually provide some semblance of comfort. If not now, later, perhaps.

Once he positioned her in front of the corpse. He could not fathom why she wasn't happy. The enormous bear seemed content enough that the fragile, timid woman had seen her once assaulter and knew it to be true that he was dead, he had paid the price for his crime. He would not be harming her again, and that thought alone made him quite smug. He felt satisfied, a deep rumble vibrated from deep within his chest, a sound she could most likely feel. The woman seemed ever in a hurry, wanting to leave. But why, he hardly felt ready to leave, he had been the dominating victor, this block was now his. She was his, at least in this very moment. This base animalistic surge fueled him. He hardly felt in a rush, but the echo of a man's inner voice whispered logic within that polar bear's mind.

A groan of protest left him, he shook his head as if to declare his answer was no. How long had the bear been neglected? But for but a split second, as though there was a deep fracture within that feral mind was a rational thinking man. He knew, deep down that this situation was all kinds of wrong, this location was wrong, these smells were wrong, her fear was wrong. He took a step toward her with his larger mighty paw followed by another and another, following the petite woman who still clung to that briefcase. The case that had started it all. It no longer seemed like it mattered anymore, it no longer seemed important as it once had. What good were papers to a bear? That cool wet nose brushed against her idle elbow, brushing against it with his head, nudging her. He made yet another rumbling vibrational sound that stemmed from his powers. He knew danger seemed to lurk, but he wasn't quite worried. He felt it in his bones that he would win against all that challenged him. But for now, he seemed content to follow the petite woman, as though he were like a gigantic puppy dog.

He followed her until there was a sudden sharp cracking sound and a searing pain that sent a loud bellowing cry of from his lips. It would seem the hunters were closer on their trail than he could have ever realized. It was no surprise considering the commotion he had caused in the city's core. The duo needed to seek shelter and with haste. But the pain, that sizzling unforgiving pain of a silver bullet embedded within his flesh was almost too much and yet it was sobering enough to know that he needed to change back into human form and find solace somewhere. But how was he going to manage that with his obliterated clothing and his apartment in the opposite direction?