Dark Angel: Max
After the Pulse in America, Will traveled to the city of Seattle. He was sitting at a small shop admiring the nightlife when a woman roared by on her motorcycle. Her daemon was a large black panther, sleek fur flowing gracefully over hardened muscles beneath. It bounded after the bike with a silent joyful roar, covering the ground in huge leaps. Will thought it was moving faster than an animal normally could run, but then again maybe he was just imagining it.