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The door suddenly shook, as if some massive battering ram had struck it. The sound rang on long down the room. The men jumped and adjusted their grip on their guns, looking to each other nervously. Tension brewed in the air as one of them wondered aloud.
"Did they set off a bomb o-"
He was cut off by a second impact, this one strong enough to rattle the door even longer than before. Heads were pulled back into cover hastily. One thing ran through their minds-no bomb was that quick to set up. Another blow struck the door in rapid order, and then another, timed almost like...punches. Some started to mutter to each other, running through ideas. What outfit was attacking them? HOW were they attacking them? And most importantly-was the door going to hold? The next blow came with the squeal of steel, and every man felt their skin prickle with anxiety. The doors no longer laid flush with each other. A small dimple had appeared at their very center, the edges parting outwards ever so slightly. If the blows hadn't continued, you could've heard a pin drop.
They were coming harder now. The walls almost felt like they were shaking as the men stared in disbelief, that small dimple growing larger and larger with each impossible hit. The clammer of each hammer blow seemed to ring through their souls, and every man knew this was nothing natural. There were no detonations, or even the familiar boom of a gun firing. Just a steady *thoom-thoom-thoom*. The guards began to retreat one by one, 'tactically repositioning' themselves further into the room. Their chief didn't correct them, and instead started barking into his radio.
"Can someone get me an eye on whoever's out there? Anyone?! Do we got anything on them?!"
A man murmured next to him in disbelief, his eyes wide with fear.
"No way...that's four fucking inches of steel...four fucking inches..."
Everyone lurched when the door suddenly gave way an inch with an almost deafening clang. The walls actually did shake a little that time-this hit was far stronger than any of the ones before it. The security officers stared with mute disbelief at the small pocket that had formed between the doors. The breach alarm began to wail above the battered slabs of steel. The edge of one of the exposed restraining bolts glimmered under its flashing red light, reflecting onto *something* looming in the darkened room beyond. Screams and panicked shouts erupted when the object shifted, and several huge, scaled fingers topped by talons shoved through the gap.
"Oh shit!"
"I KNEW IT!"
"That ain't human!"
The inhumanly thick fingers squeezed down on the left door. Some of the closest men recognized them as being almost birdlike before they fled, guns grasped in now quivering hands. A metallic groan filled the air, loud enough to rise above their superior's frantic yelling. The being's hand flexed powerfully, cords of steely muscle bulging to life beneath the scales, strong enough to drive its talons into the metal. Fearfully they watched as the leftmost door of the pair began to open. Inch by inch the gap widened as the door was shoved back into its frame. The centermost restraining bolt popped loose from the other door with a terrible sucking noise. Someone in the back of the room started screaming. Everyone was frozen. All they could do was stare at the impossible display of might.
The door squealed like a wounded animal, metal folding and distorting as it was shoved open with inhuman force. The bottom and top bolts were doing a better job of holding on, and the center of the door began to depress inwards towards the wall. The widening gap became a window to the terror beyond. In the flickering light of the klaxon they could see a powerful, feathered torso, larger and more powerfully built than any man. The thick slabs of muscle on its chest seemed to expand as it poured more of its indomitable might into breaching the door. Dreadful, primal terror filled the hearts of every man in the room, surging as more and more of the creature was revealed.
"W-we gotta run!"
One man dropped his gun and bolted, then the man next to him, and then another. The wave of panic spread rapidly, punctuated by wordless screams and the clatter of discarded weaponry. Some didn't even move, their brains shutting down as instincts from before the time of Babylon finally resolved what exactly they were looking at. All they could do was curl up and scream, mumbling out frantic pleas for mercy or crying incoherently. The captain watched helplessly as his men broke without a shot. His gun hang loosely in his grip and his radio was silent-no help was coming.
The door contorted and then slid open a few more inches with a pop, the last of the restraining bolts breaking free of their alcoves in the right door. Sparks sprayed as the deformed plate screeched against the frame. The flash briefly illuminated the beast. It was hulking-a near human frame that almost reached the top of the eight foot six door frame. A thick coat of fur and feathers did little to break up the shape of its incredible musculature; its arms were almost the size of a man's torso, and its core was trim and powerful. Its head was a twisted mixture of man and eagle, with striking white feathers turned crimson by the flashing emergency light. Its beak and eyes were screwed tight with effort, but at the moment no one noticed. To their terrified eyes it was unstoppable, a beast from a long gone past of huddling around fires and praying for morning to come. The captain's eyes almost shot out of his head and his hands shook. How could they fight this thing? It was a force of nature; something beyond human.
Someone next to him opened fire and his ears rung. The creature's ears splayed out in response, brushing against the door frame, but the first shot went wide. His training kicked in through the haze of terror and he raised his own gun. A torrent of gunfire lit up the room as the last few men standing followed their lead. Most of the rounds went wide, blown off course by shaking hands and rushing adrenaline. They ricocheted off the doors or buried themselves into the concrete of the walls. Fewer rounds than he would've liked hit the creature itself. Small plumes of blood erupted across its steely chest and stomach, but it paid the meager wounds no mind. He could've sworn he saw one straight up bounce off its monstrously solid chest, leaving only the shallowest of cuts. His finger pulled down on the trigger repeatedly but there was only clicking. The last of his men finally ran, empty guns abandoned as all thoughts of reloading were drowned out by the overwhelming urge to flee.
It shoved its other arm through the gap and reached for the top of the doorframe. The captain flinched as it raked its talons across the wall. The curved knives dragged thin gouges through the steel before its hand finally caught a grip. Its bicep swelled as it started to push against the roof for additional leverage. Hydraulics squealed and steel shrieked as the door slid aside faster, the being's massive hand digging into greedily as it crumpled against two opposing forces. His eyes watered. They were fools for even trying to stop it. He should've ran while he had the chance. With one last gigantic push the door was shoved a solid foot, a spray of fluid bursting forth from the hydraulics like a dying animal. The creature had extended its arm fully, shoving the metal aside almost like a curtain. The door laid ruined and still, a deep curve dug into the center. Its chest heaved as it drew in a deep breath, muscles pumped from the inhuman exertion. The captain trembled as he watched it pant and slowly open a pair of brilliantly yellow eyes. They fell on him immediately. His breath caught.
There was intelligence in them-a thinking mind controlling an avatar of wild strength. His spine tingled under the penetrating glare. He could tell he was being inspected. After a terrifying second it stepped through the door, giant talons tapping against the cement. A rumbling chuckle filled the room and its eyes lit up with fire-and respect? The chief trembled as it looked down on him, its beak opening wide. Impossibly, it spoke.
"Not...enough..."
The words were strained, falling out one after the other with clear effort. Yet he understood them perfectly, and could feel the amusement dripping off them. His gun fell from suddenly boneless hands, and he collapsed, the world turning dark.
Adler calmly stepped over the unconscious security guard. He had weathered the delirium better than anyone else in the facility so far. Worthy enough for respect, even given his employers. The others performed...less than adequate. Shameful even. What kind of man drops a perfectly good weapon to run before a fight has even begun? He tuned out the screaming and continued onwards. His objective was drawing closer, and as much as he enjoyed that little workout he was running out of time.
This lovely piece comes from https://x.com/RuGuard_! I've gotten into Werewolf: The Apocalypse recently, and it's inspired me to set up my own character and homebrew race. More details on that soon.
"Did they set off a bomb o-"
He was cut off by a second impact, this one strong enough to rattle the door even longer than before. Heads were pulled back into cover hastily. One thing ran through their minds-no bomb was that quick to set up. Another blow struck the door in rapid order, and then another, timed almost like...punches. Some started to mutter to each other, running through ideas. What outfit was attacking them? HOW were they attacking them? And most importantly-was the door going to hold? The next blow came with the squeal of steel, and every man felt their skin prickle with anxiety. The doors no longer laid flush with each other. A small dimple had appeared at their very center, the edges parting outwards ever so slightly. If the blows hadn't continued, you could've heard a pin drop.
They were coming harder now. The walls almost felt like they were shaking as the men stared in disbelief, that small dimple growing larger and larger with each impossible hit. The clammer of each hammer blow seemed to ring through their souls, and every man knew this was nothing natural. There were no detonations, or even the familiar boom of a gun firing. Just a steady *thoom-thoom-thoom*. The guards began to retreat one by one, 'tactically repositioning' themselves further into the room. Their chief didn't correct them, and instead started barking into his radio.
"Can someone get me an eye on whoever's out there? Anyone?! Do we got anything on them?!"
A man murmured next to him in disbelief, his eyes wide with fear.
"No way...that's four fucking inches of steel...four fucking inches..."
Everyone lurched when the door suddenly gave way an inch with an almost deafening clang. The walls actually did shake a little that time-this hit was far stronger than any of the ones before it. The security officers stared with mute disbelief at the small pocket that had formed between the doors. The breach alarm began to wail above the battered slabs of steel. The edge of one of the exposed restraining bolts glimmered under its flashing red light, reflecting onto *something* looming in the darkened room beyond. Screams and panicked shouts erupted when the object shifted, and several huge, scaled fingers topped by talons shoved through the gap.
"Oh shit!"
"I KNEW IT!"
"That ain't human!"
The inhumanly thick fingers squeezed down on the left door. Some of the closest men recognized them as being almost birdlike before they fled, guns grasped in now quivering hands. A metallic groan filled the air, loud enough to rise above their superior's frantic yelling. The being's hand flexed powerfully, cords of steely muscle bulging to life beneath the scales, strong enough to drive its talons into the metal. Fearfully they watched as the leftmost door of the pair began to open. Inch by inch the gap widened as the door was shoved back into its frame. The centermost restraining bolt popped loose from the other door with a terrible sucking noise. Someone in the back of the room started screaming. Everyone was frozen. All they could do was stare at the impossible display of might.
The door squealed like a wounded animal, metal folding and distorting as it was shoved open with inhuman force. The bottom and top bolts were doing a better job of holding on, and the center of the door began to depress inwards towards the wall. The widening gap became a window to the terror beyond. In the flickering light of the klaxon they could see a powerful, feathered torso, larger and more powerfully built than any man. The thick slabs of muscle on its chest seemed to expand as it poured more of its indomitable might into breaching the door. Dreadful, primal terror filled the hearts of every man in the room, surging as more and more of the creature was revealed.
"W-we gotta run!"
One man dropped his gun and bolted, then the man next to him, and then another. The wave of panic spread rapidly, punctuated by wordless screams and the clatter of discarded weaponry. Some didn't even move, their brains shutting down as instincts from before the time of Babylon finally resolved what exactly they were looking at. All they could do was curl up and scream, mumbling out frantic pleas for mercy or crying incoherently. The captain watched helplessly as his men broke without a shot. His gun hang loosely in his grip and his radio was silent-no help was coming.
The door contorted and then slid open a few more inches with a pop, the last of the restraining bolts breaking free of their alcoves in the right door. Sparks sprayed as the deformed plate screeched against the frame. The flash briefly illuminated the beast. It was hulking-a near human frame that almost reached the top of the eight foot six door frame. A thick coat of fur and feathers did little to break up the shape of its incredible musculature; its arms were almost the size of a man's torso, and its core was trim and powerful. Its head was a twisted mixture of man and eagle, with striking white feathers turned crimson by the flashing emergency light. Its beak and eyes were screwed tight with effort, but at the moment no one noticed. To their terrified eyes it was unstoppable, a beast from a long gone past of huddling around fires and praying for morning to come. The captain's eyes almost shot out of his head and his hands shook. How could they fight this thing? It was a force of nature; something beyond human.
Someone next to him opened fire and his ears rung. The creature's ears splayed out in response, brushing against the door frame, but the first shot went wide. His training kicked in through the haze of terror and he raised his own gun. A torrent of gunfire lit up the room as the last few men standing followed their lead. Most of the rounds went wide, blown off course by shaking hands and rushing adrenaline. They ricocheted off the doors or buried themselves into the concrete of the walls. Fewer rounds than he would've liked hit the creature itself. Small plumes of blood erupted across its steely chest and stomach, but it paid the meager wounds no mind. He could've sworn he saw one straight up bounce off its monstrously solid chest, leaving only the shallowest of cuts. His finger pulled down on the trigger repeatedly but there was only clicking. The last of his men finally ran, empty guns abandoned as all thoughts of reloading were drowned out by the overwhelming urge to flee.
It shoved its other arm through the gap and reached for the top of the doorframe. The captain flinched as it raked its talons across the wall. The curved knives dragged thin gouges through the steel before its hand finally caught a grip. Its bicep swelled as it started to push against the roof for additional leverage. Hydraulics squealed and steel shrieked as the door slid aside faster, the being's massive hand digging into greedily as it crumpled against two opposing forces. His eyes watered. They were fools for even trying to stop it. He should've ran while he had the chance. With one last gigantic push the door was shoved a solid foot, a spray of fluid bursting forth from the hydraulics like a dying animal. The creature had extended its arm fully, shoving the metal aside almost like a curtain. The door laid ruined and still, a deep curve dug into the center. Its chest heaved as it drew in a deep breath, muscles pumped from the inhuman exertion. The captain trembled as he watched it pant and slowly open a pair of brilliantly yellow eyes. They fell on him immediately. His breath caught.
There was intelligence in them-a thinking mind controlling an avatar of wild strength. His spine tingled under the penetrating glare. He could tell he was being inspected. After a terrifying second it stepped through the door, giant talons tapping against the cement. A rumbling chuckle filled the room and its eyes lit up with fire-and respect? The chief trembled as it looked down on him, its beak opening wide. Impossibly, it spoke.
"Not...enough..."
The words were strained, falling out one after the other with clear effort. Yet he understood them perfectly, and could feel the amusement dripping off them. His gun fell from suddenly boneless hands, and he collapsed, the world turning dark.
Adler calmly stepped over the unconscious security guard. He had weathered the delirium better than anyone else in the facility so far. Worthy enough for respect, even given his employers. The others performed...less than adequate. Shameful even. What kind of man drops a perfectly good weapon to run before a fight has even begun? He tuned out the screaming and continued onwards. His objective was drawing closer, and as much as he enjoyed that little workout he was running out of time.
This lovely piece comes from https://x.com/RuGuard_! I've gotten into Werewolf: The Apocalypse recently, and it's inspired me to set up my own character and homebrew race. More details on that soon.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Gryphon
Size 2118 x 1740px
File Size 3.55 MB
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