--Zur's POV--
Large buildings loomed overhead on a vast cityscape of steel and concrete. Rays of sunshine mazed its way beautifully through the vast prism forest. I had never seen such a thing in all my life. Everything was so big and I felt so small. I dropped off the train near the convention center building that to wolf talked about when I left. I had nothing to do and never been to a big city, so this seemed as good a goal as any.
Though maybe taking the freight train wasn't the smartest method of travel, and maybe jumping off at 50 miles per hour wasn't the best method of getting off, but I have no cash, so sue me. Walking over to the center I found the place packed. Nothing but people as far as the eye could see or the nose could smell. The outside of the huge building had stalls and what-not and people were running around having a good time.
I sniffed the air, my nose telling me crazy things. There was all sort of sweet things being made, godly amounts of grease and meat were stuff into this building. I must try that stuff there cooking in grease, it's nearly killing me. I sniff again, my nose brought up more stuff, like that the food stall to the north of the convention was using MSG, the wolves I'd met earlier were inside, along a crap load of other Halfers. I sniff again, concentrating on the wolves. One was ling his pants off, the other was worried, and there was a silly girl in fake panther skin nearby that obviously liked someone she was looking at. I chuckled, not even a bloodhound could tell me that.
I marched through the crowd, trying hard to stay in as many people’s blind spots as possible. I was about through the door way without great incident when it hit me.
"WONG"
A blow from nowhere knocked me to the ground. I laid there for a second before I saw the word above the doorway, just above where my head had left a dent. 7 foot clearance. People were flock around to see the huge guy that just knocked himself silly. One larger guy helped me up and I was careful to duck this time but now all eyes were on me.
"Wow, isn't that guy huge?"
"What a hulk!"
"How much do you think he weighs, Dad?"
"Giant!"
I got these everywhere I go, I really can't complain, Being 7"3’ 500 pounds isn't easy, but consider myself lucky to be human at these point. After all, what would people do if they saw an 11-foot bear that weighed a full ton buying cool stuff at a con? Freak out, maybe. Run, yes.
"Wonk!"
Though I have to admit those doorways are annoying, in any form.
Walking around I picked up a dropped dollar bill and bought one of those grease cakes that the stalls were selling. I put the change in my jacket pocket and went to one of the benches to sit down and eat, next to a young fox and a cheetah halfer. I worked on my funnel cake for a bit till I heard a term directed at me.
"Well there a animal eating if I ever saw one."
I look up and I saw a halfer standing before me.
"Well you’re a animal if I ever smelled one."
I stood up and put out out a huge hand to greet the newcomer.
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Hope thats okay, all. Come in if you want, waters fine.
~watch out for flying monkeys.
