Journal of a Half-Fallen Hero


Grey_Wind

 

Posted

Monday, March 07, 2005.

It's been a long, long day.

I think I have to stop relyin so much on stealth. Don't know why, but animals know where I am no matter what I do. Cats, dogs, rats, all see through my cloaking device like I had reflectors on. Been keepin an eye on this situation right now to do with these two guys. Well, mainly two guys, although some lady with a rifle alot like mine and a few other heroes got involved later. They ain't important. It's these two, they're dangerous. One's got a nice lookin gun and a bunch of [censored] wolves following him around and listenin to his every command, the other one IS a wolf. Saw the wolfman tear apart this vampyri I been huntin, 'nother guy was followin 'im too but that happens all the time. What happens when some punk kid's stealin a purse and this wolfman freaks out on 'im?

Runs-with-wolves and the chick with the gun went to get a drink . What kinda hero drinks? I mean, I know I do, but sure as hell not when i'm on the job. I swear that wolfman guy sensed me for a second, but he was to preoccupied with that other crap goin on down in that alley.

Stayed to clean up the council mess they all left there afterwards. Too busy chattin. Two adjutants went down under a ghosted trip mine like nobody's business. heh.

Night's young. I hear the freakshow've been movin around alot near a place I been visitin to cool down, coulda swore I saw some of those punks sneakin around a corner....gona check it out tonight.

Enough writin, time to get a move on. Avengers Forever.

God, why do I still fill the need to say that. That's long gone.

Time for Night Shrike to live again.