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   Metaforéas   - (Grimm. Meta-For-As "Courier", Greek.  μεταφορέας ),

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Hawk-like wesen species. The Metaforéas tend to be very quite and even gentle at times, although they can become violent if provoked or threatend. Once these wesen reach an appropriate age they eventually leave their family and set off on their own. Metaforéas are often by viewed by other wesen especially their own kind as traditionaly being the messengers of news that concerns a wesen community as a whole. The reason behind the Metaforéas being regarded as messengers is because for some reason they have a sense of inborn duty that urges them to alert and warn others of coming danger or news in general. Typically the Metaforéas are solitary, prefering solitude over company.

Historically, Metaforéas have played the role messengers since 484 B.C. which was around the same year Herodotus, a Greek Historian who also "saw into the heart of darkness"  invented a motto to describe the determination of  Metaforéas  messengers " Not snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor night keeps them from accomplishing their appointed courses with all speed". This motto is now used by the U.S. Postal Service.

Like their cousin the Steinadler, Metaforéas are very fast creatures, appearing as a blur when they run, They don't appear to be superhumanly strong, but appear to be durable creatures. What makes them lethal however are their talon like claws which are incredibly sharp.

When woged Metaforéas  gain a muzzle-like face and a beak-like nose. They have sparse brown feather-like hair all over their body that depending on their gender vary in color. Males usually have a dark brown sometimes black coloration while females have a lighter coloration. They do not retain their human hairline when woged, instead their heads are rather smooth looking shape and are covered in sparse feathers. Their eyes are pale green color. Like most Wesen, they can localize their woge to only their eyes.

-An excrept from the Diary of Andrew Bristol-

''April 18th, year of our Lord 1775. It has been quite sometime since I found myself apart of this other world that even now still eludes and frightens me beyond rational thought. These "wesen" as my father called them are incredible creatures as on several occasions I have seen them throughout Concord, living alongside us in secret. Since his unfortunate passing at the hands of a known British Loyalist named Adam Jameson, who I myself was forced to kill I have remained cautious as when Jameson lunged at me he changed from to beast in an instant. Even as my father began to succumb to his wounds which were similar to those inflicted by a bladed weapon he kept claiming that Jameson was a " Pflichttreue", this made little sense to me as this word along with the others that followed were obviously German in origin. But it was after receiving both a treasured family heirloom in the form of an old world key and a vast collection of books that I learned the truth. These wesen have lived amongst us for centuries and it is my ancestors who protected people from the most dangerous of these creatures. My father's belongings were taken to my basement where I hope they will remain safe and as for the key, I feel that it shoudl carried on my person at all times until the time comes when I can pass it on to my child, once she comes of age that is. It has been three months now and in that time I have learned much from both my father's books, notes and his final warning, it being "you must be wary of the evil ones Andrew, they will make prey of you and those dear to you". ''

''Before I complete this entry I must mention that while both I and my fellow patriots were in Somerville between 9 and 10 pm I witnessed my friend Paul Revere riding on horseback informing us the "The Regulars are coming out". Before riding off to warn more of our allies a saw Paul "woge" into something resembling a bird, more closely an eagle or hawk of soemkind after recalling his appearence from my memory. Within the books of my ancestors I learned that my old friend Paul Revere was a   Metaforéas, a wesen that dates as far back as the ancient greeks and after deeper inspection I learned that the Metaforéas are considered to messengers that always bring great news to those around them, wesen or no. I found this fact somewhat humorous as Paul was indeed a messenger of sorts but now I find myself at a loss, do I tell Paul of my true identity and risk making an enemy out of my friend or do I remain silent and simply hope that he never learn that I am a Grimm. ''

 Regardless of this I must now focus on what is coming, the British Invasion has begun and now I must prepare for war as this battle will decide the fate of what will hopefully be a new nation 

 Sincerely Andrew Bris        Sincerely Andrew Grimm