The door to the building bursts open. A figure dressed in a long black trench coat with two beautiful swords across his back as well as one in his hand, still dripping with blood and its face covered by a highwayman's hat stands in the doorway. He places a hand on his head, removes his hat and tosses it onto a nearby stand, revealing his true face. Two silvery blue eyes glare straight at them through the river of long midnight black hair. Two white pointed ears stick out beneath his hair and a fluffy white tail wags intently at his side. There is not a single scar is on the creature's face. He is the symbol of perfection. Glistering fangs are visable within his smile.<br/>Then he sheathes his bloody blade and walks over to the two figures. He sniffis the air as his acute nose catches the scent of a little girl.<br/>"She was here," he says.<br/>Rushing over to Mekoa, he seizes her by the throat and lifts her off the ground without much difficulty. Growling and snarling at the woman in his hands, the wolf-man is not pleased at all.<br/>Still having his swords sheathed, but having superior strength makes this adversary frightening.<br/>"Where is the princess," he growls as he smashes the woman's back into the wall.