Hawk and Croc

"The leyline is in this shithole?" came the snarky voice of a man with a bird head and bird-like qualities.

"It's not this mansion Ter, it's under the whole town." a gruff deeper voice responded, coming from a reptilian man with a giant set of horns on his head and spikes on his shoulders and back.

"Right, I knew that Dag," the bird man replied.

Their Cryptid names were Hodag and Teratorn, both men cursed by desecrating mystic landmarks. Hodag dropped explosives in a swamp, and Teratorn burned down a Native American ancestral site. This cursed them into gaining the the characteristics of beasts, whilst also giving them Cryptid powers.

Hodag crushed the padlock on the door with his bare hand, before opening the door to mansion.

"Dusty as fuck in here, geez," Teratorn complained as he entered.

"Hrrmm, this'll do as our temporary base," Hodag decided, "We don't want people finding out that we're here."

"Right, otherwise it'll be like that fiasco back in Rhinelander amirite Dag?" Teratorn nudged.

"The women there were a good fuck," Hodag shrugged, before lying down on a large couch, stretching and yawning.

"Ah, good times," Teratorn smiled, "I'll see if there's anything in the kitchen."

"There won't be," Hodag replied calmly, enjoying the softness of the couch.

"Good point," said Teratorn, "So what do we do here?"

"We wait," Hodag snorted, getting a bit annoyed, but also used to Ter's constant questioning. As stupid as he might be, when it came to it Hodag knew he could rely on him.

"For who?" Teratorn asked.

"S.M.U.T." Hodag answered.

"...we're waiting for porn?" said Teratorn.

"Oh for fucks sake," Hodag groaned.