Chapter 155 - A Potenial Murder Sight

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.

The wind filtered through his wings, the sensation of the light feel bringing in him an excited chill. Here he was, putting the wings to more practical uses rather than just gliding over mountain tops and then choosing to walk when they had to come down to plain walk instead of just gliding down to level ground.

He shifted his body, twisting to the left by leaning in that direction to avoid colliding with humans. At the very moment, he was in the space between invisible and visible, meaning that there was a 50/50 chance that his body could be physical to some people and as a result, he could just as well bump into them.

He didn't want that. That would raise so much attention to him which as a no-no. Even the thought of it gave him cold shivers along the length of his spine.

Getting down, he leaned to the right again, adjusting the trajectory of his body and the. pushing out his legs in readiness to touch the partially tarred road.

He landed, solidity coming into grasps of his feet and then huffed before swaying to the side as a plump looking lady in a red gown almost brushed past him. 

There was a type of chatter around despite the fact that it was practically night time. However, that was largely because up ahead the road were the gates of the university, from which a sizable number of the people out here were students.

And as students, very active night scenes were quite the common sight. That he had come to learn. But he still did not get the idea that the streetlights were not installed. In fact, there was not the slightest indication for the provision of streetlights.

All the lights present at the road was a result of the lighting of shops and motorist headlamps as they went about each of their businesses. 

The night was very much active, if not more active than the day time activities. Today was the first time he would venture out of their Hawk Kin territory with the intent of going away. However, he had gone out of their territory plenty of times, lathough only for brief times. And in one of those times, he had come across the day activities that went on about the university street and so, it was pretty easy for him to make the comparison. 

He looked to his back, watching the line of shops behind. Directly behind him was a large provision store, some of it's goods presented on the outside of the street such that it interfered with the place meant for pedestrian passage. From the looks of it, it appeared as though the items I. the shop were more, su much more than the shop could ever contain. 

Why have so many goods that your shop could contain? He wondered.

Humans have never ceased to amaze him with all of their dealings. 

Besides the store was a table and an umbrella. A roadside vendor's place wherethe middle aged woman in traditional attired dished out food to the youth customers that miles around her place. The only source of illumination was from a single bulb hanging down from the rod of the window. It had been connected to the small generator that was running just a little beside the table. Beging the food table was a shop and another shop, one of them closed while the other seemed to be a POS vendor store, having some other items like electronics in display. 

Like the provision store just before that one, the shop was pretty small but it seemed it was sufficient enough to contain all of the goods in it. Except that for anyone who needed to deal business, the person had to remain outside, on the verandah because the shop could not entertain more than two people at once. 

Humans and their cramped up space. 

the WereHawk shrugged his shoulders as he pondered over the thought. 

Would it kill them to spread out instead of being so enclosed? Was living with a reasonable space between the other something herculean that they could not achieve?

After all, in his own place, despite the fact that they all came together, they still lived at quote some distance from the other. In such way, it was impossible to see them all cramped up in tight spaces.

The world was large. What was the fuss in all the tight spaces?

He tore his eyes from there and returned to the road ahead of him. The road had sent so much better days due to the present state it was in. Riddled by potholes and dust, motorists and perdestrians had to also mind the state of the road lest they ran or walked into ditches in this road that lacked streetlights.

The WereHawk looks forward and dashed into the road. Just the , a taxi sped his way.

And so doing, the WereHawk effectively crossed over the bonnet of the taxi just before it sped past him, crossing over it to the other side.

He was met with the side of another vehicle, privately owned from the color and state and so, he turned to the side to adjust his direction. 

He pushed his legs then and began to hurry down the road, ignoring the sight of the shops and their own ways of illuminating their wares and also carefully avoiding to come in contact with any humans. 

However even as he tried to ignore, he could still not avoid picking out the details of the shops and people passing about. He blamed that on the fact that he happened to have sharp eyesight which implied that even things that he did not want to see would automatically become clear enough for him to pick out the detailing. 

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CURRENTLY DISCLOSABLE INFORMATION

Spirit beings that had the ability to transform into beast forms were called Were(s), with the suffix of the beast that they transformed to.

Whenever they did transform, they took on the shape and form of the beast, including inheriting the lessened rationality and feral state of that beast.

However, whether or not they transformed, some Weres have been capable of having the abilities of their beast forms predominant in them. 

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He raced down the road, taking his sight to the ground so as to avoid being distracted by the faces and sights. Soon enough, he reached the bend where he had heard the screams from.

The beginning of the street looked rather impoverished. A light pole was the prominent feature at the start of it, a block of shops at the right hand side of the WereHawk and a food stall by the left hand side of the Were Hawk as he stood in the front of his street.

Behind the food stall was a fencing and inside the fencing, an uncompleted burning rose up into the night sky.

He pushed past into the street, looking up. and just then, several squeals burst out into the air, forcing him to cover his ears with both hands. Just about then, something nudged at his left foot and he instinctively raised it up, only to see an imp, a traditional looking Imp scramble past him on its fours.

That was not all.

a couple more scrambled forward, almost as if they had decided to suddenly converge at one point.

And the interesting fact was that all the imps ignored him. 

He looked forward and then gasped, for what he saw was practically a potential murder sight.