New York had been a staggering city the last time he saw it, but now it was something more akin to a nightmare. The old creature let out a a muffled grunt. He did not think it was possible for things to get more loud, and he wondered how long it would take before the constant noise drove him off the wall. The sound of a massive city as very, very different then the dead silence of his vault.
Felt shuffled down the street, still heinously out of place in old clothing that was very much out of style. He hadn’t had the chance to really settle himself back into this new modern world, and he suspected it would take much longer to adjust to the times this round. He did not like to rely on the help of others; it meant you were in debt to them, which meant you might be pulled into conflict, which means you might become the enemy of a very long lived species. He didn’t like that, but alas.
There Felt was, scuffling down the street with the hopes of maybe, just maybe, stumbling into something that wasn’t human.
