Chapter 154 - Chaos in the street

He knew the risk he was taking. His wings would not be it anymore. He was never in the fighting generation. He had been born when the fighting was all over and they had come down to Earth and then, their transformational genes had become stagnant. So, to be blunt, he and all that had been in his generation were the devolution species of what once was a proud race. The wings now, seemed more like a theatrical prop more than actual wings with which he could glide up to the sky.

Now, he could only glide for few seconds, before the wings gave way. But then, that was going to change.

When he had left the confines of the place where his race had held themselves, over one of the mountain peaks in this area, he had one clear goal in mind. 

Evolve, become stronger, become the light that would show his people the way to the top. His actions, no doubt, would have irked up a couple of them back at home. He knew what they would do next. They'd come after him and try to crop his wings. Not literally though but they would try to bring him back by force or by coercion. 

The process did not really matter. As far as they brought him back. 

And until then, he would be considered as an outcast. Which was why he had not escaped unprepared. He was never going to go back until he could become just the person that they hoped to see. The light they hoped to bring to them which would one day, bring out their race rom the shadows where they had kept themselves in. He would need his reflexes to be sharp and so, he had gotten the makeshift armor that he had on at the moment. Even though he was not expecting to run into any battles at this time, at least not until later, the armor would serve as a reminded to him about the very reason he had ventured out. 

To evolve, 

He jumped again and then ran for some steps on. He held his breath and then twisted roundabout in the air as his feet pounded off the feeble working of a roof, the roof cleaving in at the aftermath. He grimaced, imagining the effect of what that was. 

He was a spirit being but however because of their now dormant way of life, their bodies had become to gain a more physical state. Which meant that they could just as easily be seen by humans as they could be seen by fellow spirits. 

In other words, he had to be careful because when he could be seen by almost anyone, he had no idea where his enemies would come from. 

He had also escaped with the pouch belt on his waist, the pouches it had having little rations for consumption on the way. It was a survival mode, but against the harsh reality he sure was going to be exposed to and from the motives of the very people he called his own. 

he had to be careful. 

Extremely careful as he kept on training and upskilling.

"Almost..." He huffed out and then rolled to the next roof rather than landing squarely on his feet. He laughed at the moment, briefly as he thought about the reactions humans often had when they came across beings like him. 

They'd call him an angel. A pitiful and debasing name for his existence. He and his kind were not some goodwill bearing messengers that had wings and flew here and there, smiling and baring sparkling white dentition as the human fairytales books spoke off. They were warriors, a proud race of warriors who just happened to have across a piece of bad luck and so, had been ousted down here to Earth. They were WereHawks at the origin, although at the moment now, they were only but Hawk kins. This was due to the state that they were in this partial transformation nd all Beast kins were creatures who had the features of beasts in conjunction with humanoid forms. 

'Ha!" The WereHawk huffed out again and then threw his body mass up into the air, floating weightlessly. He twisted himself into a body roll but just as he reached maximum height, he threw out his hands.

In effect, his wings spread out for the full length of his upper abdomen, the feathers gracefully soaking in the night airs and the light that came from the result of human activities down below as well as it sieved in air currents. The effect was instanteous, the werehawk floated in the air for a brief minute, staying afloat on the wings of his but then the next moment, the effect of that was over and he fell down. 

However, the distance to cover was not much of a bother because the wings also slowed down his fall, allowing him the fraction of a second to thrust out his elbows. With his elbows out, he spread out his legs, putting his upper body down to the earth to crash down before the rest of his body and as he did, his legs spread out too in the shape of a Y. 

"Ha!" The humanoid huffed out as he braced the impact of his shoulders on the roof. Immediately, he touched down, instinctively, he crept his knees to his c.h.e.s.t, unsettling his body balance. However it was to his advantage as he was thrown into a roll, thus negating the effect of his whole body crashing down on the roof, squarely.

He stood up to his feet and smiled, dusting his hands as he looked down to the bottom of the drop which led to the ground. 

"That was more air time than before. Hmm. I am improving already." The Werehawk sighed to himself, a satisfactory smile pasted over his face.

He sighed, looking into the sky now with a lofty look in his face now. He threw his hands up, letting his eyes gaze on the sight of now appearing Moon, relishing the light it brought. 

"You hear that? I am getting stronger, okay? Power is coming already. You all just wait for me!" He smiled and chuckled into the sky. 

Shortly after, he threw a fist into the air. " you hear me? Say something if you are not scared of my growing power. Say, I dare you!" He roared out. 

He waited, with intent of satisfying himself. Of course, there was no one around or still, no one that he could see at the very moment. So, he was certain that he would get no answer from that. 

But with the happiness flooding his heart, he waited to entertain himself, c.o.c.king his ears to keep ab.r.e.a.s.t of any sounds.

"AAAAGAHHHHHHHH!" A mix of many distorted voices screamed out into the air. 

"Uh?" The WereHawk gasped, his eyes bulging out. 

"Oh goodness.. I am just playing tricks on myself, right? No body is actually here?" He said, trying to calm his jumped nerves down. 

It was startling. He had chosen this place because it had less contact with spirit beings. At least the spirit beings who would actually bother about him. Only a few demons bothered about climbing structures, the other spirit beings did but he was sure that they would not be around this place.

"A-HOWWWWWWLLLLLLL!"

His eyes widened even more, his mouth opening and hanging down also. That was a howl. 

"A howl as loud as that? A werewolf is here?" The WereHawk squinted now, turning towards the direction where he had the howl from. 

Judging from the direction of the earlier sound, the werehawk deduced that it could only be coming from the same direction. The same direction where the howl was. 

He looked towards the source, betting on his hawk eyes to pick out whatever was there from across the road. However as he tried, the buildings here and there obstructed his sharp sight which was even on better terms compared with other spirit beings. And that was because of the fact that he was half hawk and half spirit.

Just then, a burst of energy exploded into the air, the faint shockwaves of it rocking against the frame of the WereHawk. Instinctively, he thrust out his elbows before him, lowering his upper body to tank the waves. 

It was brief but strong enough to have moved him back for some inches, leaving double lines of depression in the roof, following the path that his feet had taken.

Whatever was going on there, was pretty strong. And even though his instincts screamed for him to mind his business, his curiosity took the better of him and he jumped down from the roof, his wings spreading out to slow his descent.