It’s early morning in Haven and Avalon is at the landing of his house, dressed for a day out. Only as he’s about the reach for the door, a loud knocking comes from the other side of it just before his hand touches the knob. The timing just a little too coincidental. There is no urgency to the knock, but its loud. Confident and authoritative, it would wake someone sleeping if the resident was sleeping.

Avalon perks his eyebrow at the knocking, probably not used to having much people visiting, and with a bit of a yawn, he stretches his back and proceeds to reach for the knob once more and open the door, already uttering the words dismissively of “If it’s someone trying to sell me something from the market again, I swear to god…”

When Avalon the air from the outside gust in to equalize the pressure of the house with the outdoors. The man is met face to face with..nothing. There is no one there. A game of nicky nine doors is a bit beneath the mischief of someone of fae blood. The hair on the back of Avalon’s neck stands up however, something just feels wrong about it. Its only a few moments that the sound of footsteps above give the indication someone is inside Avalon’s place from where they came and they are moving around without any attempt at stealthy footsteps.

Taking a moment to stare at an empty doorway, Avalon soon enough hears the foorsteps, perking once more the same eyebrow but seeming quite less patient for something like that. He slams the door closed as some mild anger starts to bloom within the man, making his way back slowly towards the landing, muttering “Who wants to die so badly…?” Followed by a crack of his knuckles and a bit of stretching of his arms, his body even shuddering slightly, almost in preparation for shapeshifting

The man did not get attacked as Avalon comes back inside to go investigate. But he does find a figure in his living space. It’s a creepy little girl, her eyes strikingly black and hair golden blond and curly. Her babydoll dress is blue and crisp and clean. She’s not wearing any shoes and her feet are dirty. When Avalon comes inside the small eight year old looking girl faces him and smiles, showing off perfectly straight, but dirty yellow teeth. Everything about her is just wrong. “Good morning she cheers.”

The man did not get attacked as Avalon comes back inside to go investigate. But he does find a figure in his living space. It’s a creepy little girl, her eyes strikingly black and hair golden blond and curly. Her babydoll dress is blue and crisp and clean. She’s not wearing any shoes and her feet are dirty. When Avalon comes inside the small eight year old looking girl faces him and smiles, showing off perfectly straight, but dirty yellow teeth. Everything about her is just wrong. “Good morning” she cheers

“What are you doing in here?” Avalon cuts straight to the point, the fact that the intruder turns out to be a little girl doesn’t really seem to dissuade him of any of his previous intentions. Walking closer to her with a much bulkier body in comparison, he adds, not so pleasant in tone or delivery “I’m not the most patient, so it’s in your interest not to annoy me…”

A subtle tilt of the girl’s head lets her adjust her gaze upwards up at the taller man. She shows no fear, no intention of stepping back. She’s just a cold stationary object that stands about four feet tall. “So cute! Can you become a kitten for me?” she ask innocently but before Avalon can answer she shakes her head and says, “No no no. Business. I’m here for business..kittens come later.”

That statement at least manages to drive Avalon from straight annoyance to at least having some curiosity, tilting his own head to the side, he asks “Business? What kind of business? And on behalf of who?” Almost as if the girl herself couldn’t be the one that wants to do some dealing, and straight up ignoring the kitten comment, probably because his reply to that bit wasn’t going to be as pleasant

Pinching the sides of her skirt to pull them out to the side, the creepy girl curtsey’s in a very prim and proper way. “I am Nothing. I am here for my Lord.” she smiles again, her demeanor friendly but unsettling. “I am tasked in recruiting like-minded individuals to serve my Lord. Would you like to hear what he has to offer you?”

“Then he doesn’t value your life…” Avalon informs after the first comment, almost needing to make the remark, barely able to keep it within himself. There a beat of pause, and he crosses his arms under his chest, letting out an audible sigh and saying “I am not likely serving your lord, nor I am likely like-minded… What would he even have to offer to me?”

“I am Nothing. I have no value.” the creepy girl concedes without any shame. She seems cheery about it. “My Lord is seeking Champions. You wish to be powerful? There is no limit to how strong he could make you.” the sales pitch sounds too childish, like the girl was trying to convince an adult to buy her a toy. “You do not concern yourself with the suffering of others which makes you -perfect-”

“Then he’s looking for demonborn…” Avalon corrects again, almost as if he was making a game out of trying to annoy the kid in the same way he might have been annoyed with the home invasion. A shrug of his shoulders, followed by a hand lifting from the crossed spot on his chest to say “Besides, I’m plenty strong on my own… Who even is your lord? Can’t be that strong if you’re still in one piece… And what does he need champions for?” He keeps on prompting, having no respite for some little girl that might as well be eight

“Even the romans used the soldiers of the nations they conquered.” she retorts, alluding the the enslaved auxiliary troops of the Roman empire. “The problem with demon blood is that they get distracted by the suffering and lose focus. This is war and war does not allow for distractions!” The comments coming from the girl just don’t suit her cutsey tone and appearance.

A pause then a child-like rant “Demon kind desires supremacy over Haven! Yet none of them can decide who will lead our empire! It should be Lord Vorrik!”

“Oh, you’re serving a demon… Should have seen it coming…” Avalon tells himself instead of the little girl, before nodding his head towards her and telling “Well, I have no interest in taking over New Haven… And I’m already employed by the Fairchild family, so that’s two noes” Hand coming to a rest as his arms cross once more, gaze pointed down at the child before saying “If the demons want to fight each other for control, they can start by messing with those annoying lieutenants from the sixty third…” There’s a pause then, as he thinks about the whole thing before asking “Was that all?”

There is a pout from the girl. She looks disappointed that Avalon wont hear her out. The disappointment disappears almost immediately as she says, “OK! But. Let me pet the kitty!” then the girl raises a hand in Avalon’s general direction, he feels the tug. The unmistakable pulling of skin and muscle as his body tries to start shifting of its own accord without his willful input. He’s losing control of his own power to shapeshift while the girl exerts an overwhelming will onto him

Avalon lets out a groan in response, probably more towards the unvoluntary shifting than about the petting part, although that’s sure to add to his annoyance as well. His whole body starts growing more and more hair, soon enough covering his entire body, but instead of turning into something smaller, like one would have expected with the kitty request- the man just keeps getting bigger and bigger, to the point it might risk the integrity of the room itself. Growing far larges than any natural animal you’d find on land, growing claws at the end of its hand- Now paws, and face forming into a snout, soon enough acquiring the form of a bear, that truth be told, is quite fluffy in comparison to most bears, but is also abnormally sized

Blinking her pitch black eyes for the first time the creepy girl makes an O of her lips and even pronounces, “Oh.” when the kitten she tried to force out of Avalon(Ursus Arctos Middendorffi) becomes a massive creature who’s paw is about the size of her entire body. “You would have made a good soldier.” the girl says, but not with a girls voice, instead its a masculine voice, grating.

From the extended hand of the girl a black orb forms, “I’ll leave..or are you going to kill little old me? I have parents, they are looking for me.” the girls voice is back.

There’s a bit of a pause to Avalon(Ursus Arctos Middendorffi) after it’s done shifting, head peering down at the girl with both confusion and clear anger, noticeable by the growl that seems to form in its throat but never reach its maw. The creature then lifts a single one of those massive paws, moving it to slam against the little girl, but at least it has the decency of doing some sort of back-hand, sparing her the sharp claws. Leaving the attack in something that could clearly leave the kid pretty severely harmed, but wasn’t entirely lethal. Not killing her, but also not caring enough to just spare her from the pain

Swatted like a fragile bug the girl gets sent flying from the bear and strikes the nearest wall to crumble into a heap. There is no cry of pain, no whining, but the body of the girl is..broken, various limbs are contorted the wrong way, her neck has a terrible bend to it. Her ribs are likely all crushed. From her nose some blackened blood drips. But her eyes, still black as the void stare out at the bear. Her lips part to spill black blood down her chin with each word. “My mommy will miss me. My daddy will drink himself to death. Don’t kill me.” the girl begs, but it comes across as empty and hollow from the ‘girl’.

Avalon(Ursus Arctos Middendorffi) slowly starts shrinking once more, the change happening as fast as it came. Losing hair as it gradually becomes smaller, and once there’s room to allow it, the creature stands up-straight once more, within moments changing from bear back to human, a naked one now, but human

“I’m not really allowed to kill people while around” Avalon shares with the little girl, shaking his head a couple times, glancing without much concern to her current state though he adds “They will anyways, just give them time… Now, it’s probably better if you leave- I’m not going to help you out, nor to the hospital” He says with a nod towards the door at the entrance, crossing his arms over the naked chest

“Thats disappointing.” the girl says as though she’s geninuely unhappy with Avalon’s decision to spare her. There is a sickening pop, then crack, then several as her limbs begin to unfuck themselves and straighten out. The last broken part to mend is her neck which she sort of swings back into position with a click of bone. The girl gets to her feet, totally repaired except for the wrinkles on her dress which she smooths out. “Thank you for your time kitty.”

The girl walks then, her bare feet padding along the floor to the door, once she’s out of eye sight she just evaporates out of existence. Leaving Avalon alone.

“That’s what I thought too” Avalon replies to an already gone girl, about the disappointment in not being able to kill, before stretching his arms, going to close the door, and going to fetch some new clothes