By Any Other Means (Darkchild and/vs M174

North Pole

Rubbing his cheek he can still feel the punch he had received days prior, that instant pain that filled his body. Few could do such a thing as to harm Gen, well few with only a punch. Even fewer could locate him with only a scent trail, and he left himself a long and winding trail for this one person. The very same person who a day ago had sent Gen flying upwards. Nearly a mile into the air Gen traveled. At the time he was embarrassed but he would not of shown it.

But now he waited, waited for the man who would come between him and his Queen. He knew the two had a connection, and this meeting was to see exactly what connection he had to Em. If he was competition he would wipe him out here and now, if he wasn't, he would politely tell him to leave her alone.

For a long time Gen was alone, and this creature Em as he called her, she was different for him. Not since his Talon had he felt such a pull, and this man could potentially be that threat to her. So he waited, hoping that he left an obvious enough trail for the man to follow. For @m-174......

@darkchild

This demon could become most, troublesome. It was not too long ago, that it had discovered that M had existed, something it did not want. He left an obvious trail for M to follow. Which seemed to likely lead to a trap or a meeting. It seemed best to simply duck, or hide, at first, as it seemed to be of no benefit to meet him. At first. However, with a few millionths of a second, as many thoughts came to being within it's mind, it changed it's decision.

On the horizon, there seemed to be a storm approaching. A blizzard. Or what appeared to be a large blizzard. In reality, it was M.

It wasn't too long it was upon Gen, and it obscured the area as it rushed against his skin and past him to encompass the area for a few thousand feet in radius. And then it appeared, manifested out of seemingly thin air, in the human form Gen currently accustomed to. With no telepathic presence, telepathy with it was not possible to communicate, or detect it this way. It seeming to simply be a blank.

. It didn't say anything, and wouldn't say anything, until Gen spoke. It simply stood there, staring at the man, devoid of apparent emotions such as fear, or even anger as the storm blew against it's trench coat. The storm would not pass yet. It went in circles. For it was it's weapon and it's extension. And what stood before Gen, was an avatar.