A Croc and a Wulf(Killer Croc)

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Wulfen was tracking a thug that had been involved in a robbery. He had been chasing him all across the area and had managed to follow him into the sewers. He didn't really enjoy the idea of walking through the sewers due to his enhanced sense of smell. To him it smelled much worse then a normal person would find it to be. Eventually Wulfen reached the conclusion that he had lost the man's trail and started to turn back. He continued on like this for what felt like an hour until he started to get the uneasy feeling that he was lost. He decided to try and track his scent trail back to where he had entered and found it to be harder in action then in thought. So he circled around sniffing the air when he noticed another scent. It wasn't the smell he was hoping for it was something else that he hadn't smelt before.

[croc]

A lone man came barreling through the waste, looking quite worried. Scared even. He kept glancing behind him over his shoulder as if there was someone following him only inches behind. Killer Croc, from his unseen perch up at an electrical generator, watched the man crash loudly through the water and into a side tunnel quickly where he was soon to disappear.

Croc was intrigued with the man. Not so much because he was here but because of how concerned he had looked. Obviously the person chasing him was a big enough threat to him, to a reasonable degree. That person was now of Croc's interest.

It was potentially the Batman. He was the man who dressed up in a fright mask and costume, Halloween style. But Croc smelt something different at work here - both literally and figuratively. Smelling long and hard he found it was not Batman. Or at least not this time. Perhaps a policeman then? Perhaps two or more?

Whoever they were, they were not familiar to Croc. Not at all. They were new. It wasn't Batman's scent, he could assure that.

But before he found himself confronting this person or persons, he would take great pleasure in following his prey.

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Wulfen stopped moving and looked around trying to find out where he was. he took a deep sniff then pinched his nose. "You're lost aren't you?" Cana asked him.

No I am not lost." Wulfen replied glancing over at Cana before turning away. "Ok maybe alittle." He confessed under his breath.

"Ha! I knew it!" She said laughing at him. "Alright I'll go look but don't do anything stupid." She said before vanishing.

"You can do that?" Wulfen asked surprised to learn this about his mental companion.

She then reappeared. "Nope. I'm just giving you time to think." Wulfen frowned at her and started moving in a random direction. Eventually he made his way to what looked like an electrical generator. He stopped again and once again took a deep sniff to see if he could either smell the guy he was chasing or the way out. Instead he smelt the man and something else. It was the same smell from before but it smelt stronger here. He didn't move from where he was but he started to get him on guard.

[croc]

The sewers were a network of seemingly random tunnels. The man whom Killer Croc stalked had no chance. He was finding himself frustrated - not surprising, since he ran in circles. Taunting him would be fun. Croc subconsciously slicked his tongue across his lips at the thought.

The other man was snooping around the electrical generator Croc had been using as a vantage point a minute earlier. Croc would take a more direct approach on this one - walk straight towards him. He was surprised at the size of the man. From even long distance away Croc could tell he towered over the man. He would have guessed somewhere just under six foot. So perhaps his earlier assumption was correct and it was this man's status, not his size, that was a threat to the now dead and wet body being dragged up the stairs by Croc.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Croc quiered, stepping up the last few steps before the man. He held the deceased man by the shirt near the collar. There was some blood dripping from his face, in particular his nose. He then dropped the soaked man onto the concrete, letting his blood pool into one little puddle under his limp head. He looked at his latest victim briefly, admiring his work, before looking back up to the man. He smiled a devilish smile.

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Wulfen noticed the smell growing stronger he still didn't know what that smell was. Until he heard the voice from behind him. He turned around and looked to see a man that appeared to be some kind of lizard he raised his eyebrows "Depends what are you supposed to be?"[/color[ Wulfen responded to the man's question. He wasn't going to stay and fight this guy if he could help it. The last time he tried to take on someone without knowing who or what they were things didn't turn out so well. And suffice it to say he learned his lesson.

Wullfen didn't let any sign of being disturbed by the dead man show on his face. But in a way the dead body didn't bother him. In part because of what he had learned from the history books he read. And because he had been doing this long enough to have seen some things that he never thought he would have seen before hand.

[croc]

For the moment the stranger seemed to be showing no signs of fear. Certainly unlike the man whom he had been following. Killer Croc guessed that the man was definitely some kind of policeman, judging from his looks. Probably not a smart one, as any intelligent individual would think twice before entering his domain, announced or unannounced. So his expression remained shallow to the man's response, with a hint of interest.

"They prefer to call me Killer Croc. These sewers are my home."

Croc kept an even tone. He had nothing to fear from this man, even if he was a policeman. He had not shied away from cop killing before. Anyone who got in his way, no matter who they were, would face his primal wrath. The police included.

Glancing down for a second at the man whom he had been chasing, he added, "And I don't take kindly to visitors."

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"Well then I'm sorry for intruding. I'll be on my way." Wulfen said talking a few calm steps backward. He glanced at the laying in the pool of blood and decided that he was in over his head here. There was no need to fight this big guy.... This 'Killer Croc.'

Wulfen looked at his costume and the wolf like appearance it gave off. He bowed his head slightly just to be polite "The sewers are you turf and a Wulfen has no right to be tromping around in it." He commented feeling certain that things were about to get rough.

[croc]

So, maybe this man was not a policeman after all. He didn't give off the commanding aura of the police, nor did his clothes match any on-duty GCPD uniform that Croc was familiar with. As if Croc's thoughts were being projected out loud, the man stopped for a second before looking down and examining his own clothes briefly.

Though it didn't really matter who this man was now.

Silence filled the cavernous room for the briefest moment before Croc responded to the man. "Hold on," he said, keeping a firmly hostile gaze in his direction. A hand fell gently onto the man's shoulder, keeping him from backing away any more steps. "Why are you in such a rush?"

All of a sudden, without warning, his arm snatched across at a speed too fast for the man to register for a moment. Then, having a tight grip on the man's collar, he thrust him sideways up and against the electrical generator next to them. As anyone would, the man tried to struggle a little. Being suspended by the neck above the ground by a bulky crocodile man was definitely not a comfortable position to be in. Though Croc was far too strong to allow the man to escape from his hold.

"Dinner's just being served."

A deep, sinister chuckle followed those words.

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Wulfen could tell things were getting bad when the big crocodile grab his shoulder. It wasn't a rough grab but it was enough to make him get ready for a fight. But when the man slammed him against the wall he kicked in the air unable to get away.

He tried to pull the man's grip loose but found that he wasn't strong enough to do so. He quickly started to think of what he could do and couldn't think of anything. "Hey buddy" He said with a slight laugh. "I just got finished eating maybe next time?"

As he said this he felt his heart rate speeding up and the fight or flight response kicking in. He also felt the primal urge that had developed when he had his run in with the Scarecrow. He knew that meant the Werewulf was trying to come out. And he didn't want to allow that to happen. If he did it was completely likely that he would loose control.

[croc]

If he had been blessed with just one eyebrow, Croc would have raised it then. The man, whoever he was, had guts; Croc would at least give him that. Not many people had it in them to retort with some sort of dry quip while they were pressed up against a wall. Often they would be too busy screaming of struggling to even worry about speaking in general. Usually both.

Though, despite the courage, his situation was still entirely futile at this stage. There was no chance of escape from the tight grasp of Killer Croc. The sewers would become this man's tomb, just as what had happened with countless other misfortunate Gothamites. All of whom who had perished under very similar circumstances.

"Oh, it's not you who'll be doing the eating."

A sharp tongue succeeded the subtle threat, darting out of his mouth and moistening his lips somewhat. Croc enjoyed toying with his victims. Following the initial 'hunt' for the victim as they realized their trail wound in a circle came the fun of watching them suffer. Slowly and painfully, like a well-roasted heap of steak on the barbecue was subjected to the heat over time, giving it the flavor it deserved. True psychopathic thoughts.

Primality would overcome the civilized mind. An untamed desire to inflict injury became the most obvious of the killer's thoughts. Fresh blood was upon him.

Then, a few moments of dire struggling would precede the figurative rolling of the shark's eyes. The end for this man. Killer Croc hoisted the dead weight of his prey into the air before rolling his arm around and plunging the body into the ground in an effortless wrestling maneuver. The man landed heavily, the air probably being forced from his lungs before the slight whiplash effect of a soft body impacting a hard surface.

While he was not quite dead yet, that fact would be quick to change.

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Wulfen's mind started racing as he realized what Killer Croc was going to do. There was no way he was going to let himself get eaten. He tried harder to pull the big hand away and again failed to do so. He grunted as the Croc hoisted him up into the air and yelped as he was slammed into the ground.

Wulfen slowly rolled over as Croc towered over him. He coughed as he felt saliva slide down his throat. He started to try to rise up to his feet when he felt his bones beginning to shift... Not due to being slammed into the ground but because the Werewulf was starting to come out. He started to fight the wulf within him. He wasn't sure what prospect scared him the most. Being eaten or once again becoming that beast that now resided within him.

He started to crawl away from Croc as he felt his body shift even further. His head began to change from its normal human form into that of a wolf. But not quickly. It was clear that he was fighting it. He felt fur starting to form over his body and his spine extending out to a tail. He was growing in size as this happened his ears were changing from human ears to wolf ears his teeth change to a full mouth of fangs. After what felt to Wulfen like hours but could very possibly have been only half a minute or so he had become the Werewulf.

Instead of attacking instantly the beast simply stood hunched over and sniffed around. If one looked into the beast's eyes they could tell that the human wasn't in there at the moment.


(This is a picture of what the Werewulf looks like)
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[croc]

Okay, so he was not a policeman, he was not any ordinary civilian and he was not a random bum from the streets. No, the man was not any of these. Not quite. There was a reason he was so feared by the man who had become Croc's prey. The man was a wolf.

A werewolf. Not exactly an everyday site. The sewers weren't known as the house of all the random weird that had been swept off the streets for no reason it seemed.

At first he had been confused at the fit the man went through on the sewer floor, but now he was more confused about what stood before him, staring him up. A silent curse fell from Croc's mouth - he couldn't make a sound for a moment.

"Alright, what are you supposed to be?"

Though he didn't expect an answer, he expected a fight. And he would prefer that.

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It appeared as though the Werewulf didn't care that Killer Croc was standing behind it. Instead of turning around and attacking it instead looked at the remnants of the Wulfen's costume that were hanging off of it. It picked at the piece of clothing hanging off its arm. What used to be a sleeve was now nothing more then a rag hanging around the creature's elbow The beast started to sniff the air when it noticed something.

The Werewulf turned around and looked at Killer Croc it simply looked at him like it had never seen him before. The Werewulf slowly walked over to Killer Croc using all four of his limbs. Once it got close enough it sniffed him taking in his scent. Then the look in its eyes changed. He no longer looked confused. It now looked enraged this was the man that was trying to kill Wulfen and by tension truing to kill the Werewulf. It roared at Killer Croc and began to slash at his neck with one of hist sharp clawed hands.

[croc]

The story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde had come to life and played out right in front of Croc, who continued to watch, confused, at the werewolf. The man who it had once been didn't appear to be in control any longer; the werewolf, like almost any wild animal, seemed to be familiarizing itself with its environment.

The sudden change in nature the thing had taken on was at the polar opposite end of the spectrum to the man it had been before; unlike Croc, who sat comfortably in the center of the scale.

Then its nature changed yet again. While the werewolf had appeared relatively docile after the transformation, it took on a hostile face when it noticed Croc. Silence filled the area. Killer Croc tightened a little, expecting the werewolf to lunge at him at any time.

But it didn't. The werewolf eventually hunched over onto all-fours and crept up to Croc slowly. The tension in the air built up with each moderated step. The split second that Croc let his guard down was enough for the beast to strike. A blinding slash to the throat. Quickly snapping back to attention, a muscled arm intercepted the paw.

The fight was on.

And Killer Croc wasn't looking to lose.

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When the Croc blocked the attack the Werewulf didn't hesitate before latching onto the Killer Croc. It held onto them and tried to slam his opponent to the ground and bite at the man's throat. It was going to try and rip the mans throat out and then start to tear the man's guts out. After all this man was trying to kill Victor and by extension the Werewulf. There was a feral rage in the Werewulf's eyes. A look that Wulfen himself could never have. It was a look that only a beast or monster could have. The look of the yellowish colored eyes was enough to cause absolute terror to overcome lesser men.