ONE [ The first thing he'd done when he arrived was find clothes. He couldn't very well go around in his Black Panther suit forever. No, he exchanged it for a tailored suit, though not of the fine quality royalty may be used to. Beggars can't be choosers, however, and he had to make do. He makes his way through the crowds, not engaging with anyone or anything, until a pamphlet is shoved into his hands. He stops, reading it, then slowly crumples it up in his fist.
He's gone too long now, though. Waited too far past the time when he should have fed. The madness has overtaken him, and he takes to the streets, wild, wanton, hungry. ]
FOUR [ Now that he is the master of his needs, he focuses his time on training. Adapting to this new form, and how he can use it to fight those who would murder his kind. The king must protect his people, and he may never see Wakanda again, so for now, these monsters are his people.
He swoops down from the rooftop, large wings taking him gracefully to the ground, where he lands in front of a group of human attackers, claws bared. ]
King T'Challa | MCU (Civil War spoilers possible)
[ The first thing he'd done when he arrived was find clothes. He couldn't very well go around in his Black Panther suit forever. No, he exchanged it for a tailored suit, though not of the fine quality royalty may be used to. Beggars can't be choosers, however, and he had to make do. He makes his way through the crowds, not engaging with anyone or anything, until a pamphlet is shoved into his hands. He stops, reading it, then slowly crumples it up in his fist.
Misinformation will not help him here. ]
THREE: Manticore
[ How cliché. Of course the Black Panther would become... a black panther. The claws come first, then the teeth, then his ears become pointed and dark fur covers his skin. All is somehow expected. Handled. But the hunger? He refuses to debase himself by murdering to survive. Death must be dealt for a reason.
He's gone too long now, though. Waited too far past the time when he should have fed. The madness has overtaken him, and he takes to the streets, wild, wanton, hungry. ]
FOUR
[ Now that he is the master of his needs, he focuses his time on training. Adapting to this new form, and how he can use it to fight those who would murder his kind. The king must protect his people, and he may never see Wakanda again, so for now, these monsters are his people.
He swoops down from the rooftop, large wings taking him gracefully to the ground, where he lands in front of a group of human attackers, claws bared. ]
You will not hurt them anymore.