Commission for  Serathin

A building on the cross between Fang and River St shook. The foundation of the city block rocked back and forth, and a loud cracking roar blocked out any other minor noises outside. "You think you can challenge me?!" Standing outside a particular building two guards, both with fangs and wings idly flapped and snorted into the air. One of the winged guards look to the other.

"So, you think the boss is going to convert them?" One of the guards looked at another, smirking and running a toothpick through his large frontal fang.

"Oh yeah, he's going to convert all of them." The other guard looked sidelong, grinning wide and wickedly. "No gang can stand against the boss."

Inside the building behind several layers of doors a large ball room had a single placed throne at its center. The throne was darkened, pitched black and ominous. A single pair of green eyes stared out from his recess, and every so often from the tilt of a chandelier his deep grin could be seen. "Bring him in."

Two guards, large and imposing dragged a tiny orange cat man in, throwing him at the feet of the throne. "M'my lord! Please spare me! W-we didn't mean to intrude on your lands! Vac city is large enough for everyone isn't it? W-we can share can't we? I-I-I just wanted-"

"ENOUGH." Serathin's voice boomed, followed by a snarl. All was quiet. Silence followed, a thick haze of terror filled the chamber. Finally, the beast on the throne spoke. "You can't begin to know my rage at your actions. I have taken great efforts to clean up and organize my portion of Vac City. I protect my drones, care for them. And you... you have nearly destroyed that with your band of marauders. There is no future for you... save one."

"Oh..." The orange cat man whimpered. "Oh no. Please. Please no! Spare me! I-I-I--"

Serathin was having none of it. Imposing and large his throne creaked as he stood up, walking through his once-hotel turned into base of operations. He reached out, and grabbed the top of the rival and begging feline's head. "There is no more begging. Only absolution." Slimy liquid rubber began to seep from the saberwolf's finger tips. It splooshed, gushing out atop the head of the cat's in streams.

"Oh no... please! NOOO----" PLOOSH. The rubber exploded in every direction, covering every inch, fangs starting to sprout. Wings forming, a thicker longer tail, a darker, rubbery skin. "---Oooooooh yes!" The once cat man said in more hushed tones. "That feels... so very good. Thank you"