Nathan. Southern wall Access, Steelpoint Sector
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He had been sniffing. The scent was strong. His target's face was unrecognizable but his scent profiled bitter memories.
'Fiery Flame perfume,' Nathan thought, unsure why he knew the scent. Perhaps, when he was a human.
He melted himself through the scrapyards. His dark green tunic enveloped his entire body. Under it were his thick shirts and pants that could withstand the cold. His face, mantled with blackened skin features with yellow eyes, was obscured by the gas mask he wore.
Opportunely, he brought the gloves, concealing his claws that gleamed against the faint street lights. His Chiroptera, the wings between his phalanges receded under his forearm for his fingers fitting the human gloves.
