The Rise Of CuteGuy

Who....Was That?

Scar's pov:
After the hearty chicken stew that Cub and I enjoyed, I decided to go for a walk. The storm had just passed, and I was concerned about the city. Despite Cub's worries about the rising crime and the potential dangers, I felt an irresistible urge to see the city in its post-storm state. Besides, I'm usually up at this hour anyway.

The city, bathed in the soft glow of dusk, was a stark contrast to the chaos I had anticipated. The air was fresh and crisp, carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth and the faint aroma of wet asphalt. Puddles glistened on the sidewalks, reflecting the last light of the setting sun. The once turbulent winds had calmed, leaving only a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and carried a whisper of tranquility.

As I wandered through the streets, I couldn't help but wonder if anyone had picked up my shifts to patrol the city or cover my usual route. From the look of things, it seemed like no one had. The streets were eerily quiet, with an occasional car splashing through the residual puddles. Whoever was assigned to my route must have preferred to stay hidden.

I noticed a few other heroes and sidekicks lurking in the shadows, poised and ready to act if needed. They were like silent guardians, their presence barely noticeable unless you knew where to look. One figure, in particular, caught my eye. Their outfit bore a striking resemblance to my own hero suit. The only reason I spotted them was because they were perched high on a building, watching over the city like a graceful shadow.

With my specialized Hawk Eye glasses, which doubled as shades, I could make out some details despite the distance. Their suit was predominantly black, designed to blend seamlessly into the night. It obscured their face, making identification difficult. The height made it hard to discern their hair or skin color, but I noticed a hint of pink in their design. Whether it was part of their suit or their hair, I couldn't tell.

The scene was surreal. The city, still dripping from the recent downpour, was slowly settling into the calm of night. The faint hum of life began to quiet, accompanied by the occasional chirp of nocturnal birds emerging from their storm shelters. The storm had washed away the grime, leaving everything looking cleaner and more vibrant. It was a rare moment of peace and reflection, a brief lull before the city returned to its usual hustle and bustle.

As I continued to glance up at them every now and then trying to get a bit more detail but also not draw suspicion to them as that would just be rude they jumped off the roof I thought they were going to plummet to their death but they ended up spreading out set of raven like wings that were dipped in pink an avian it took me by surprise that they didn't seem to be noticed by anyone else like they had only revealed themselves to me as I watched them gracefully switch from roof to Ruth landing on the next one like they were following me. Just on the tops of skyscrapers not sure if I could actually see them or if I was paying attention

As I continued to glance up at them every now and then, trying to get a bit more detail but also not draw suspicion to them-after all, that would just be rude-they suddenly jumped off the roof. My heart skipped a beat as I thought they were going to plummet to their death, but instead, they spread out a set of raven-like wings that were dipped in pink. An avian hero. It took me by surprise.

Despite the dramatic move, no one else seemed to notice. It was as if they had revealed themselves only to me. I watched them gracefully switch from roof to roof, landing on the next building with effortless precision. It felt like they were following me, just on the tops of skyscrapers, staying within my line of sight but always at a distance.

The pink on their wings caught the last rays of the setting sun, creating a surreal, almost magical effect. The city below continued its slow transition into night, oblivious to the silent guardian above. The avian figure moved with a fluid grace, their wings slicing through the air with barely a sound.