It was a very particular vibration, measured, to an extent, different from the movements of other creatures. It made the spike-like filaments that trailed down his spine perk ever so slightly, each tip aglow in alternating colors of amber and actinic blue. Optics that shone just as blue peered out from the dimness of the clocktower's mid-level windows before a familiar horned head poked out past the free-floating drapery, though perhaps strange to see for the lack of the usual hood.

Slowly the rest of him slipped out through the opening, his blue metal plating gleaming dully in what muted light there was, sculpted into the toned muscular structure that mimicked an organic being, His tail was segmented for smoother movement, silver-white breaking up the burnished blue like geometrical stripes. Shorter filaments created something like lateral fins that branched out at the end of his tail in wisping tendrils. Leathers didn't really seem suitable, strangely restricting for movement, but he allowed for a belt, if only so he could keep his knife on him. He was, after all, a Hunter.

Such instincts cooled as he spied the origin point of the vibrations, tracing the line that was more out of memory than actual visibility before he swam up and away from the clock tower and towards the other that lay across the way, a strange sort of hope blooming in his chest.