Adrian & Vera

Adrian had always been careful. All his childhood, his mother had warned him to stay away from cops, don't go down town alone, don't speak to strangers, and so on. Well, things were dangerous in Russia. But he wasn't n Russia anymore. No, he was in Atroe City. Bullshit capital of the world. Already some of his own family had been killed off by none other than the Akatsukis. Naturally, he never lost the cautiousness instilled in him as a child.

And here he was, fighting gangs and defending his family. He always dreaded getting into a gang war. But now it seemed like nothing. He had been in this world for roughly 25 years and had plenty of time to learn how to beat the living crap out of his enemies.

But he didn't plan on beating anyone up today. He was taking his sister out of the house to get her mind off of what had happened to their brother, Dimitri. At the last report, Dimitri was in stable condition. But his attacker - his own birth father - was likely still prowling around. It was only a matter of time before he snapped again.

Adrian sat at the bar with a bottle of beer. And his sister, of course. Vera had a glass of iced tea, sort of an obsession of hers. But she wasn't drinking it this time. She glanced down at Kira, then up at Adrian. "Dimitri iavliaetsia sobiraesh'sia umirat'." 'Dimitri is gonna die.' She whispered. Adrian looked at her and shook his head. "On budet khorosho. Vy uvidite." 'He'll be fine. You'll see.' He replied sympathetically. But he wasn't so sure himself. There he sat, staring at the wall in front of him while the universe seemed to kill itself.

Leo, Sanzo, White Lion

"aaaAAEEEIIIII!!!!!!!" the screams sounded from the crowded area of the club near the doors. People were running in all directions and pressing themselves close against the surrounding walls. Fear stuck in their half drunken/ drunken eyes. A low growl was now prominent among the quieting voices, it was getting louder, closer. Soon the source of the commotion emerged through the crowd and walked silently past the tables and sprawled chairs. A huge albino white lion stalked towards one of the tables, its eyes were glistening deep black amber and its muscles were clearly protruding and pusing beneath its ivory hide. Its thick white mane surround its thick skull and wavered freely.

This lion was followed by two sinester looking men. The first was tall and suprisinlgy thin despite his muscly frame. His hair was in a tidy, unkempt mess of brown and blond spikes. His eyes were hard and calm in their translucent green ember. He had a long katana sheath on his back and undoubtedly, though not visible, had many other weapons concealed. The second was tall as well as thin too, but his muscles were mush more long and slender, built more for speed and agility then scaring and ripping, it took the fun out of it according to him. His hair was a burning, fiery red orang coloring matching his flaming amber eyes. He had a gun bet on and also concealed more than it would seem.

The trio made there way to a booth in the back, the light was flickering on and off adding to the sinister mitery of the group. The lion waited for the two men to move into their seats, one on either side of the table. And then protectively positioned itself infront of the booth in a seemingly calm postition.

Adrian

Adrian looked at the screaming people, wondering why the hell they were making so much noise. He saw the lion and thought nothing of it. Those drunken cowards must have never seen a cat before. Adrian, however, saw cats every day. He had all kinds of big cats at his house. And not to mention the caimans and alligators. He looked at those who were screaming and scowled. "Shut up, will you? It's just a damn lion." He snarled irritably.

Vera looked at White Lion and smiled. "Awwwww...look, Adrian! It's a lion!" She said excitedly.

Kira, the graceful, sleek Amur leopard, stood up when the trio entered the club. Her spotted pelt glistened in the light from the lamps. She then sat calmly on her haunches. These three newcomers wouldn't get too close to her masters. If they did, she wouldn't hesitate to shed their blood.