TheAdept
One Thousand Club
Clayton's current form made it impossible to communicate with the others. His teeth were so big, sharp, and crowded he couldn't even close his mouth all the way. As he listened to the others talked, he let out the occasional grunt or growl, sounding just like an angry rottweiler as he plummeted.
His survival was already secured, however. Here he was facing his personal issues, including dealing with being a monster; a monster that was a pain in the ass and a whole lotta ammo to kill. In his mind, the fall would hurt, but he would live.
He hit the ground at deadly speed, but not deadly for him. He landed on his side. The fall hurt, but he lived. Of course, this didn't mean he didn't let out a loud angry...roar when he landed. His bones were still in tact, and he quickly got over the pain, but just how much was he beast and how much man in this world?
His survival was already secured, however. Here he was facing his personal issues, including dealing with being a monster; a monster that was a pain in the ass and a whole lotta ammo to kill. In his mind, the fall would hurt, but he would live.
He hit the ground at deadly speed, but not deadly for him. He landed on his side. The fall hurt, but he lived. Of course, this didn't mean he didn't let out a loud angry...roar when he landed. His bones were still in tact, and he quickly got over the pain, but just how much was he beast and how much man in this world?