Creature from the deep (Open)
Aug 15, 2013 18:13:38 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 18:13:38 GMT -6
He knew this was a bad idea, that the Titans especially Robin would tell him that going outside of the underbelly of the tower was a bad idea. Not only because well, because he was a giant snake like monster that looked like a spawn of Nessie and Cthulhu. But also because of the recent debacle where someone, or something tried to make it look like he had been on a killing spree. And although it really hadn't been him, public tensions were high on the whole monster thing. And if he were spotted;
This time they might bomb him instead of using anti-air cannons.
So, in both a fit of poor judgement and animal instinct he ignored his higher brain functions and slithered out in the dead of night after having heating himself properly. Then again it wasn't hard. The cornucopia of tunnels that lay under the Tower's island was like a bee hive. And the teams technological adepts had yet to install any sensors below it was a cinch to simply leave under water. And immediately as the cool ocean water met his heated and cramped body he felt alive again. The sea's currents crashing against him as his sharp body cut through the water better then a torpedo. His body working over time as he now no longer felt like a caged dog, but a free being. In a fit of primal need he broke the waters surface, flying high enough for his whole body to be in the air. Then spinning around in an act of near-impossible muscle control he u-turned in mid air so that his face met the water first. Going back to the underwater ballet that was what his body was made for, staying near the surface so that the feeling of rushing air against his back would be like a massage to others.
It was many minutes before he surfaced again, slithering onto what he thought was the abandoned beach. He had really needed that, the act of exercise washing away the stress of being cooped up under the tower. He wanted to enjoy the moonlight in the sky for a bit, before returning to his place under the tower.
Not knowing that the whole time he had been swimming, he had been observed.
This time they might bomb him instead of using anti-air cannons.
So, in both a fit of poor judgement and animal instinct he ignored his higher brain functions and slithered out in the dead of night after having heating himself properly. Then again it wasn't hard. The cornucopia of tunnels that lay under the Tower's island was like a bee hive. And the teams technological adepts had yet to install any sensors below it was a cinch to simply leave under water. And immediately as the cool ocean water met his heated and cramped body he felt alive again. The sea's currents crashing against him as his sharp body cut through the water better then a torpedo. His body working over time as he now no longer felt like a caged dog, but a free being. In a fit of primal need he broke the waters surface, flying high enough for his whole body to be in the air. Then spinning around in an act of near-impossible muscle control he u-turned in mid air so that his face met the water first. Going back to the underwater ballet that was what his body was made for, staying near the surface so that the feeling of rushing air against his back would be like a massage to others.
It was many minutes before he surfaced again, slithering onto what he thought was the abandoned beach. He had really needed that, the act of exercise washing away the stress of being cooped up under the tower. He wanted to enjoy the moonlight in the sky for a bit, before returning to his place under the tower.
Not knowing that the whole time he had been swimming, he had been observed.