||Anyone can join. However, if more and more people join. I do want a posting order, so we aren't all over the place, please. Here, I am using ol' Dante, possibly a year after DMC3, but him still trying to get use to his Devil Trigger mode. Warning though. Any humans who interact with his Devil Mode and in his current semi berserk and confused state take note. He will find you rather confusing and be baffled when he can. I am fine with OCs in here. Just no BS'y DBZish powers please. As for post leangth. Try your best. Quality > Quantity. Anyways. Hope you enjoy this! "Dammit.. not again.." The Cambion huffed a bit as his body was covered in some fresh wounds from a creature attack. He huffed softly as he growled softly. The young, one-eyed Cambion gave a long growl as he gritted his teeth. He closed his good eye as his wounds bleed a bit. Giving a small growl, he got himself in a stance. The Cambion then let out a small roar. He triggered into his mode, giving an intimating roar. What was before him? The beast before him seemed to be canine like creature. He closed his good eye as he concentrated. Instead of lunging forwards like he use to did in his devil mode. He was more calm, reserved and had control of his form. Sure, with his beastly like devil mode. He would be mistaken as a beast. A rather large, human sized beast, maybe taller if he did stand up straight. However, he was sentient. HE was also human. He could think and act on his own, where non-sentient beasts could never. It didn't stop him from baring his fangs and letting off a another roar. Dante watched as the beast lunged towards him, it's clawed extended out. It's jaw wide open, showing a show case of jagged fangs. Dante however let out another growl and used his clawed paw to slash against the throat of the creature. Most beasts are weak in their throats. He did seem to knock it down. Blood stained his claws. Good. He did slash it's throat, but was it down for the count? He didn't want to take any risks. He just stood there. Hunching a bit lower, he let his back wings open out a bit. Was he curious? Did that creature fall easily? It wasn't breathing. Did it fall that easily to him? Or was he getting better at handling beasts in his mode. He now sat on his hind legs and wandered away from the carcass of the dead dog like creature. He soon came to a small clearing and sat near a lake. Maybe he should revert back and tend to his wounds? Or would he remain in his beast mode and lick them clean? Choices. Torn choices. Getting out of his position, he sat more like a human, staring at his wounds on his scaled body. They weren't like the one on his face, where he lost his left eye. From that eye, all he could see was darkness. A scar lasts forever. He earned it on one winter night, from a sting ray like creature. As for losing his eye, he made the creature lose it's tail, which contained a toxic like substance in it. He did use that tail and turned it into a small dagger. He gave it to someone 'close' to him. Telling them that it would be useful for them in fights in the future. [So many things has ran into my mind...] He was talking to himself. He looked around his surroundings. It was quiet. Very quiet. Maybe nothing would disturb him? He closed his good eye and let out a sigh in his mode, which sounded more like a snort. However, something was in the forest. More like a couple of somethings. Perking up, he could hear the sounds of something running, coming towards him. Great, what was it? More beasts? Standing up, he shook himself off in his beastly mode stood up on twos and gave a growl. He didn't want to leave the area. Instead, he wanted to fend for himself. He could hear some snarls. He /had/ to stand for his grounds. [I know what is around... I can smell 'em...] In the darkenss of the forest, he could eight pairs of shining eyes in the darkness. What was it? What was lurking? No real creature had eight eyes like that, but what if it was a pack of monsters? More beasts that caught the Cambion Beast's scent? He gave a deep snarl, gritting his fangs. His ochre-yellow like eye shined in the darkness in the forest. He wanted to fight. Fight what was coming towards him. However, was he going to revert to normal and fight? Or was he going to remain in his Devil mode? There was too much going on in his mind. Even though he had control of his Devil mode, he still was a beast to people. It didn't matter, though. He had to take care of what was coming and he had to be ready. However, he was rather clever. Giving a wily grin with his scaled muzzle, Dante then made a run, maybe he could "lead" them with a chase. They could be fast, but he was faster and more agile. Flexing his claws, he came to a large tree. Behind that tree was a large chasm with a river below. A river with jagged rocks. He had wing. He could glide, but not fly too well. If his planned worked,he could lead them off the chasm. Sure, it would be 'sucidie', but at least he'd be fine in the end. He just had to wait. Sit and wait. His fanged grin faded into a more serious look. The Cambion let off another roar, this time it thundering through the forest. Maybe it was to 'call' the on coming beasts that were coming for him. Dante could hold his ownvery well. Unlike beasts and some humans. He was Dante after all. The son of Sparda. The Dark Knight. Getting on fours, he braced himself. Braced himself for what was coming. Four beasts that resembled the canines came stampeding in. Their aim was to attack the Devil Dante for what he did to their kin. Pretty sure he could take on four beasts. One against four didn't seem far, but Dante could take down demons in his human mode. Still on fours, Dante gave off another roar and dashed forwards towards the dog like creatures. Maybe it wasn't a good thing. No. He was human. He couldn't resort back to his primal state in his Devil Form, could he? Dante snarled softly as his good reflected off the dim light in the forest. He charged fourth on fours, running at his swift speeds. Then took a leap into the air. His fanged jaws was opened as he extended his claws out.