Chimera [#3]

So...

Territory.

Europe is really magically rich, in both culture and the ley lines, even more so after he took over! He had read on this little book he was given about such ritual, where you connect with the magic of a place, gives it your energy, and the land grants itself back to you and you both become connected in tandem. Your land reflects you, so if you're good your land is good, if you're evil your land is evil, if you're neutral? Your land apparently just becomes a large place where everyone and everything can come it apparently! A week after the ritual that would've killed a magic practitioner who didn't have as much energy as he did, he felt new presences all across the UK and Scotland, where his magic gathered forming a invisible barrier that signified 'Hey, this is claimed land, claimed by magic and blood!' so everyone who is supernatural or is affiliated with it can feel.

It's also intent based, warnig off most who which seeks damage the land.

Thanks to Vincent's [Territory Authority] skill, he can control the memories and mind of the mundane that live within his land, finally achieving his dream of Urban Fantasy when he can put a veil between the eyes of the mundane and make them not able to see the supernatural or subtle forms of the supernatural. But it also has its limitations! A spirit may look like a ray of light, or even just a shadow on the ground, but a Werewolf Beta Shifted would still be seen by others!

It also doesn't affect Hunters, because they are in the known of course. The media is also easily controllable by his [Territory Authority], which he used to mask the Queen's sudden death as a heart failure and didn't have to deal with that- He also stopped them from closing everything, since people need to do shit in this country! Closing a bookstore just because an old lady died? Hell ni! Also, there will be no rulers beyond him, anyone who sits on that figurarive throne won't have any authority over anything because he just erased. Also, his skill [Lordship] affected him more than he thought it would-

A scawny, thin kid wouldn't look like the lord of the land, would he? Instead, he now looks older, and way, way, way sexier too. "Huh, maybe I'll get a boyfriend?" He wondered out loud as his naked body walked through the woods, he felt the magic in the air fizzle as it made contact with his skin, solidifying into thin light blue threads as it covered his skin, sewing themselves into a single body suit, tightly too- The only problem was the underwear, that he would need to buy to fit him. "Having two horses in me really is convenient huh?" Well, horses. You don't need me to tell you the sizr of his cock, right? Horses! "But fuck... Is t gona fit someone?" He really hopes it does, because he'd like to lose his virginity in this life thank you very, very much. His bulge was rather visible, and he couldn't do anything too drastic about it, and the skill [Magic Manipulation] makes so he can only control the energy itself of magic, not the spells or concept of it, so he couldn't cast an illusion around himself- 'Also, I'd rather be naked.' Yeah, he'd rather be naked really. Being a horse makes everything so easier...

At least he had a few skills to help him out! [Phasing] was the skill he got from a ghost, he could phase through physical matter and walk through shit if he wanted, but with the low level of he skill he couldn't control which part of his body phases, so his whole body phased through shit. 'Well, at least these magical clothes stay on when i phase.' Being handsome is truly rough on him, he tried to tuck his dick away so it wouldn't startle people, but as he walked the streets of Sandford RD on Oxford, England, he could feel the stares... Thankfully he was going towards the George Inn where maybe he could find more... Decent clothing. 'Fuck, i don't know if i should feel flattered or not, i mean, i definitely attracted their attention. That's for sure.' He was too close to a Christian School to feel safe.

I mean, they're Christians- Nothing against the culture, but if they're God is real, he would be afraid of them. I mean, the guy's pretty neat and all that stuff, but isn't he like, the father of Lucifer? And in that God's eyes he would probably be an abomination that should be purged, he'd send his angels on him.

So he kept an eye out for the Christians.

So, as it turns out... the place is a pub. Well, at least here he could ask for directions? Yep. There's no way he can do that.

Years spent on a hospital took his almost non-existent social skills and dumped them in the trash- What the fuck is he supposed to do!? He was so nervous as he stared at the entrance of the pub, the people laughing from within, a football game on the tv in the background... Vincent could hear a jukebox? Huh, neat, and also someone throwing darts or something like that. The place seemed empty enough so he took a breath and felt a small sliver of confidence come from his [Alpha], [Leader], and [Supreme Authority] skills that worked in tandem to bring his non-existence confidence up to an acceptable level: 'I'll always love you three!' He swore in his heart- These were his favorite skills! "Good evening." He greeted as he walked into the bar- There were only 6 people here. A Waitress behind the bar gave him an up and down look before her gaze focused on his crotch for a moment and he felt used, his skill [Supernatural Senses] easily told him- This girl was something.

But what exactly? He didn't know- Suddenly they made eye contact and her fave morphed, her hair turned bright red and her skik turned into a blueish shiny green that sparkled- Her eyes turned bright shiny blue as her ears turned pointy: "Huh, neat trick lady." He heard her gasp as he completely dismissed her, looking over at the other people around him- From the other five people, he only felt another person being supernatural: Another lady standing by the corner, her long black hair dripping wet with water as a cloud floated above her head. She wasn't alive, that he could tell, she was a ghost- A deeply mornful and sad ghost, plagued by their sadness that made her whole Astral body flood with it. 'Not touching that shit-' He turned and looked at the rest of the pub- Place's quite neat.

Thankfully getting the 'nearest shopping place that could sell me clothes that actually fit comfortably' information was easier than he thought- He made the question, waited patiently for the person to answer, and he was gone.

Just like that- So why the fuck did he almost had a heart attack!? 'Fuck... I could feel the girl's eyes tearing the clothes from my body! If she had any telekinetic power I'd be naked- which isn't that bad of a thought, seeing as this is getting quite uncomfortable quite quickly.' He also said fuck it and flew to London, even though a few minutes flying at full speed would get him to his destination really quickly- He resisted the urge, even when his two little spirits seemed to agree on the thought of going to London.

It's not like he won't get stared at there!

Also, his [Shapeshifting] skill was too low for him to lower the sheer size of his cock, okay? He tried.

He really did.

-Scene Cut-

"Ah~ Finally nice clothes." Tall, dark haired, stubble beard, and large in both shoulders and bulge. The man was handsome and a piece of heaven, a small taste of sin, and a deep abyss to get lost in. But as they say, if you stare at the abyss? The abyss stares back! "Uhm?" As if feeling his eyes, the man's eyes slowly turned towards him as he clenched the bag on his hand, he was waiting for his boyfriend to come out of the dressing room where he was trying out some new clothes- He knew his boyfriend could hear them, after all, he has really good and pointy ears. "Hello there..." The handsome stranger smirked, his whole demeanor changed from aloof to sharp in a second, reminding him of an Alpha Werewolf: "You're surely unique... Never seen another Hybrid, or rather, Chimera before... It's certainly unique your little combination." Yep, definitely supernatural! Fixing his gaze to look at the guy's eyes he held on the flinch when he saw the heterochromatic eyes gazing into his soul as if judging his very existence.

And...

Nothing.

"Hey babe, does this look great on me?" Thankfully, here comes his boyfriend, wearing thise tight jeans he wanted to buy: "Yeah, it is!" There was this weird moment where the bubble between him and the handsome stranger shifted and dragged to him and his boyfriend, as if they were checking each other out- The stranger was surely taller and larger than Ethan was, Jackson wondered, his eyes flickering blue for moment as did Ethan's. "Omega Werewolf and Omega Werewolf-Kanima Hybrid? Certainly interesting..." The man's head nodded alongside his words as he pointed his finger at the camera in the corner of the room that could've recorded everything just now, but thankfully it wasn't on: "Next time, little guys, don't go around flashing eyes in front of the camera- Or to me, now that you live in my territory you should know not to challenge my authority.

Ah, this is where the passive skill [Territorial] affects hin the most, Vincent beckons, when he is challenged in some way- The skill not only makes it easier to manage such a big territory, but it also helps with sensing the current amount of creatures within- With a population of approximately 74,275,952 million people, about a good 30% is something supernatural, which makes it about 22,282,785 people? Yeah, math is not really his thing, he prefers art. "Your territory?" The Werewolf guy who was qute cute- Fuck, Vincent cursed when he saw a small red line intertwined between the two men's pinky fingers that signified their Soulmate Status, meaning they were meant to be together- asked in a confused but also mocking tone that made Sag'thok

Ag'thonok quite pissed, the demon horse just acted like a spoiled kid and huffed and puffed around his mind, demanding him to put the "dog" on its place even though he was sharing his interest on the duo: "As far as i know, this region is Beckham's Pack territory and you're not-" Before he could even finish that sentence, his words got cut short by the fact that he couldn't deny it.

No one could deny the fact that this land belonged to Vincent. "See? Can't even deny it." he sounded smug as fuck- Because not only did he enjoy the shocked expression on their faces, he also enjoyed the embarrassment it brought the "little" guy. I mean, he wasn't short that's for sure, it's only Vincent who grew up like a 15 year old anime protagonist after training for 5 minutes.

Large shoulders, bulging muscles that made it a little difficult to find clothing of his perfect size, thick thighs to crush heads or watermelons with, big hands that could very easily break a man's neck, and most importantly- Big feet. You know about what they say about guys with big feet right? Ha! "Now, you two lovebirds can continue with your day, I'm going to be a little goblin bastard to people and harass then until they give me their soul or something... I'm so fucking bored right now." And he walked away...

'Fuck- Why did i say that out loud!? I mean, i was going to walk around this mall, but now i feel stupid.' Yeah, turns out he did really fly all the way to London under tbe insistent nagging and neighing of Mihr and Sag'thok, snuck into a shopping mall, wore clothes a little tight on him and met two young men who were Soulmates!

Little did he know, as he walked away, a small red thread followed alogside him, attaching itself to his left and right hand pinky finger, doing a little knot and vanishing from sight.

That'll be a surprise tool that'll help him later.