Oliver Burton

Oliver, that behemoth polar bear seemed content to trail closely behind the dainty vampire, he could keep his eyes trained on her and any danger that waited for them. She would be safe under his protection, his meandering pace and stern look of those nutmeg eyes emulated that, all those feral tendencies would be entirely saved toward anyone that stood in unique duos way. Despite how wrong it was, to the bear, it felt like there was nothing amiss within the once bustling metropolis, that now felt like a barren ghost town. Olive simply walked passed those store fronts that flooded his vision with lights and clothes and handbags and whatever else they were showcasing to sell. He never paid any heed to them when he was human. The bear turned his massive head to peer at them curiously, cocking to the side, to lay that studious eye upon those eerie lifeless mannequins with a certain intrigue.

Despite the woman's efforts to utter her comforting words, they had little effect on the agitated bear in that very moment. His ears twitched with that sweet sound of her gentle comforting murmurs, but it only made him worse. Not when with hunters loomed behind them and all he wanted to do was keep that very woman safe. In reality he hardly knew this woman, only that her very heart seemed pure enough to help a stranger in this unforgiving world. It was some time after those feral impulses to protect had kicked in, made him so distant from the human that lingered, somewhere beneath his skin. He seemed content enough to follow her wherever she went like a loyal puppy dog, hardly willing to leave her to face those brutal hunters on his own. He had to stay with her, that compelling sensation flooding him, as if his inner wiring short circuited, overriding that need to defeat. Those that wished to threaten their fleeting peace after the vile warlock fell. He did however, enjoy the cool, damp caress of that fog which encased them both. If only he could press its face in its embrace, he found it wholly comforting.

He attempted to communicate with her in his own way but all that came out was a savaged gruff growl, muddled between the translation between human and beast. Her gentle chocolate eyes looking to him as if trying to make sense of something he could not fathom as though she saw beyond the massive hulk that he was. It was followed by her slender hand reaching for the top of his head. It was that touch, that helped ground the man, as though that contact could reach the very human trapped within the colossal bear. He pressed into that touch, nearly closing his eyes from that scratch. But when she pulled away he grunted in protest, his lip curling in that look of displeasure that she stopped. Leaning into her, that his head outstretched as if asking for more. But then she began walking which in turn brought out a broken sigh. He trails closely to her, maybe she could do that again, maybe she could just scratch him and he would surely be one content beast. That and if she had food.. food.. all the food. His stomach grumbled as if reminding him he had neglected it so. He nudged her free hand with that cold wet nose, snuffling into it. Pets.. he wanted more pets.. pets and food.. maybe he could even eat while there were pets. How glorious that would be. What he would give for that pesky itch behind his ear to be remedied, he could hardly reach it himself while they were walking away from that immediate danger trailing behind them.

It was then that Chizue disappeared from his line of sight, he hardly enjoyed that. He wanted to follow her into that house to make sure she was ok, that she was safe. Those papers seemed hardly important anymore, as though they were years away. It was only a moment, with him staring into the dense foggy abyss that he searches for those hunters. He could take them both, he was sure of it. Even with their inventive weapons forged from silver. He could hear their voices somewhere in the distance, his eyes narrowed as Chizue opened the creaky, unoiled hinges of the wooden fence that led into the backyard. He barely squeezed through that opening, having to press the poor woman into the exterior wall of her house. His fur brushing against her while he passed. He hardly moved with the haste he should have considering how dire their predicament could be if the hunters caught them within such small quarters. He heard her quickly do up that latch behind him. His intelligent nutmeg eyes that so matched those cutting eyes of the business man peered at her which brought a gentle smile to the vampires' lips. She was surprisingly calm considering the close proximity of those blood thirsty hunters.

Those muttered voices sounded so much closer now, his entire body wrought with coiled tautness. Even with her comforting touch he felt that overwhelming need to do something, anything to get that hovering threat far away from this house. He refused to move as the demure woman brought a single finger to her lips, as if urging him to be quiet. He could be quiet. So very quiet. There is a sudden eerie quietness that consumes them, the bear practically snuffing out all sound, as though his very form was a black hole for it. His powers leaching every minute sound, every unintentional jangle, clatter, or reverberation, including the sound of their breathing. It was then that he released a mighty bellow... the sound hardly seeming like it came from him but was cast outwards from far across to the other side of the street, perhaps even a street or two away. It was a trick he learned when he was a boy, a tactic he exploited to win at an innocent game of hide and seek. He paused, not daring to move even a twitch, as if straining to listen for those hunters to change their hellbent path. Only when their voices seemed to sound further away, he swung his massive form toward Chizue. It was just like that, that the sound returned in a strange surge of reality snapping back into place, all at once. As though the world seemed to exhale in that very moment. His powers settled back into their usual dormant state, somewhere within himself curled up and perhaps even peaceful until called upon once more.

Oliver lowered his gigantic skull, bringing his curious nose to the ground, examining the wide array scents of the backyard. There seemed to be one scent in particular that caught his attention. Food. It seemed so distant, but it was distinct and it was there. With a snuffle, he began his quest to find it and oh he would! His search lead him toward that porch, which he easily climbed those steps even with his behemoth clunky paws. He seemed almost dog-like in those very fleeting moments, albeit, a massive monstrous murdery looking dog yes, but a dog all the same. The older wood of that porch groaned in protest beneath his heavy weight. He hardly liked that sound but the smell his nose had caught, seemed more important than the porch give out. It would appear that delectable aroma was coming from within the house. Yes, that was exactly where he needed to be. Where the food was. His hot breath left humid, condensation upon the glass of French door. His head turned expectantly to the vampire woman, as though he expected her to remedy this predicament. He had gotten rid of the hunters for now. Perhaps she could remedy the hunger within his stomach. If only that fragile house could prepare for the catastrophic destruction of a massive bear his size could create with just his size alone.

Oliver wanted in.