#cvldthief001

The tail of the beast had done the most damage; it had smashed the windows of the first floor lobby upon his entrance, and then the furniture with its claws, seeking nothing more than pure uninhibited chaos- and Dr Curt Connors, that it knew had stayed in this hotel once before on honeymoon. Despite its connection to the professor, it had failed to find him, psyche retreating as its form retracts into something more familiar... to that of a common man. “Oh, Jesus...” His scrawny form stood, framed by the destruction, staring at the other in shocked horror. “Oh... oh dear...”