[A roar farther down the street can be heard. It's a familiar sound though. Greg made the same noises, but this one was quieter. A different voice. Even then, Greg never left the barracks unless Newt had told her too and usually he only let her run off out in the Wilde and never to stray too far.
So what could be making such a beastly noise?
Well, apparently it was the magizoologist himself. Theseus will find that Newt had also been affected by the mist rolled in. He was currently crouched low and seemingly staring another feral citizen down. Sparks of electricity from his hair and the pink tendrils that had grew amongst his messy hair. His long tail swished behind him as he stared the other down.
It isn't long before Newt and the other citizen or hissing and scratching and biting at each other. Theseus better break it up before either of them get seriously injured.]
Wildcard-ish on Damage Control :^)
So what could be making such a beastly noise?
Well, apparently it was the magizoologist himself. Theseus will find that Newt had also been affected by the mist rolled in. He was currently crouched low and seemingly staring another feral citizen down. Sparks of electricity from his hair and the pink tendrils that had grew amongst his messy hair. His long tail swished behind him as he stared the other down.
It isn't long before Newt and the other citizen or hissing and scratching and biting at each other. Theseus better break it up before either of them get seriously injured.]