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Post by ms on Sept 16, 2008 11:39:00 GMT -5
Out behind the Café was a dumpster with all kinds of interesting foodsmells. The moon had been two nights past, and a gold wolf was still abound in New York. Colin always found it better to stay as wolf if he could manage it. he was safer that way. His ears and nose, though strong as human, were stronger as wolf. Lycans were good at knowing their surroundings. Besides that, Colin could protect himself a little better this way. A blind man with nary a cane or knife to his name… at least this way he had teeth and claw without the pain of changing only one item. And this way, he was a little taller, so he could get in and out of dumpsters better.
Scratching through the latest tossing he found a thrown out chicken, parmesan crust still on! Scarfing it down as only a wolf could do he paused, wing still clutched between his teeth. He heard something… Lifting his head just a little his ears perked he waited, holding his breath to hear it again.
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Post by aiden on Sept 16, 2008 11:51:44 GMT -5
Aiden Riley had just finished a 'meal' of her own in the alley across from the cafe. It was one of her favorite hunting grounds because the blood always tasted like whatever the human had ordered in the restaurant. As she wiped her mouth and stood up, the punget scent of a werewolf filled her nostrils and she fought the urge to wrinkle her nose. She decided to see what a creature like that would be doing ransacking a dumpster in the city. Her knee length dark hair was pulled back in it's usual braid to keep it out of her face. And the braid served another purpose now. It showed off the dragon tattoo that curled from her eyebrow to the top of her cheekbone on the right side of her face. It was the mark of her master.
As Aiden passed under a streetlight to cross to the dumpster nd the werewolf, she paused. He had turned to look at her. She hadn't been paying attention to where she was walking, maybe she had kicked a rock or something. Now she stared at the golden colored wolf carefully. she didn't sense a threat, but Aiden wasn't taking any chances. "You, wolf, what are you doing here?"
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Post by ms on Sept 16, 2008 12:14:02 GMT -5
Colin heard the call, felt his heat speed up. Over the smell of the trash he was eating he could smell blood, so strong the smell of blood… metal that was organic had a distinct calling in these parts. But another smell. Something dead, or, should have been dead and was still walking around. Two and two make four, vampire. He had come across a few in his time, though he was still young in terms of the powerful few. Ears cocked at the voice Colin growled a bit, stopping as suddenly as he started and turning it into a whine of confusion. Was he supposed to tell her? Dogs and catbats didn’t get along too well. Why didn’t she kill him though? Was it because he looked up, that could be it. But, why ask what he was doing here? Here? Of all places.
‘Eating’ Well, duh! That was the answer he gave though, sending it out as loud as he could, hoping she’d leave him alive. Or hear him at all. He never understood how his mistress had been able to pull him from the wolf like she had… not that he cared. Swallowing the last bit of the bird he hunkered down, letting just the top of his head show so he could hear her clearly. ‘Why’
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Post by aiden on Sept 16, 2008 12:35:05 GMT -5
Aiden stared at the wolf with a raised eyebrow. "Eating. Right." She rolled her eyes. That part was obvious. She just wondered why a wolf like him would be digging out of the trash. Didn't those mangy dogs usually go for live animals or people or something? Well whatever, it really didn't matter. "I was just curious about the....source...of your food." A dumpster, seriously? Ugh.
Aiden decided it was safe to walk the few remaining steps over to the reeking garbage and the gold wolf. He didn't seem like the particularly aggressive type. Although try as she might, she couldn't keep her nose from wrinkling at the smell. Dog and garbage...yay. But she reminded herself that tonight was 'polite night' and she would try to be civilized. Or at least as much as she ever got these days. Aiden leaned against the dumpster and stared at him, which was rude, but she didn't give a damn. "So....you hang out in dumpsters often?"
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Post by ms on Sept 16, 2008 12:45:56 GMT -5
The source of his food, huh? Finding another source, this time the ending of a burnt steak, he clamped it hard in his teeth before hoisting himself over the edge of the large can, sitting on the other side of the dumpster from the leech and grunting a bit as he shrunk down to human size, grabbing up his clothes that he had left behind the dumpster a few days ago. If she insisted on interrupting his meal then he was going to do it so he could talk back to her. Made sense, right? He put on his pants first, brushing them off as he stood and shaking out his shirt. Taking the meat he rested it on the corner of the disposal, using his hands to dress and his mouth to talk.
“The dumpster? Smelled like it had something in it. I scored, got a meal.” He was going to ignore the ‘often’ comment… mostly because it was true. Sitting, this time on the corner of the dumpster rather than in it, he started to tear off pieces of the beef, chewing the burnt fibers before swallowing happily. Burnt or not, a meal was a meal. He hadn’t been so lucky in catching anything, his temporary three block area caught the idea that night meant pets disappeared. So he had been hungry for a few days. Not that he wasn’t almost always hungry anyway.
“How about you? Hang around brightly lit areas often?” The inside of the restaurant was bright, even he knew that. And the area around it wasn’t too shabby either. The over-hang had lights, the parking lot had lights, and even the street had lights. How many or how bright he didn't know. His perception of vampires was the less light, the better. Though, he didn’t know if it applied to artificial light… huh, something for him to ponder.
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Post by aiden on Sept 17, 2008 1:41:05 GMT -5
Aiden waited, gritting her teeth impatiently to see if she had elicited any annoyance from the werewolf. Her senses were becoming acclimated to the smell at least, while she waited for him to say anything. When she smelled the burnt meat he was holding, she made a face. Gross, overdone meat. Aiden prefered anything she ingested to be, well, bleeding. She stared at him as he climbed onto the dumpster with pale blue eyes. The Blood Gulch was sated for now, from her meal in the alley across the street.
Aiden turned to stare across the street. "Well I prefer to eat my meal in less...public areas, personally." She hadn't bothered to do anything with the body of her last meal. It lay slumped in the corner of the alley, looking almost like a person sleeping against the wall. Sighing, she turned back to him.
"No...I have a slight aversion to light actualy, but it's a personal thing, not because of what I am. You DO know what I am, right?" She raised an eyebrow at him, hoping he wasn't a complete idiot. "But I did take my dinner somewhere dark, if you hadn't noticed." The only setback to eating dinner so early was that it did cause her to hang around in areas that had light bulbs. Life as she knew it had been so much easier before that invention. She smiled, finally deciding that it might be entertaining to kill a little time hanging around with the mutt. Besides, what else was she going to do? Kill another person? That got old after a while. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Aiden Riley, and you would be?"
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Post by ms on Sept 17, 2008 12:13:29 GMT -5
Ah, yes, it was a bit of a public area, wasn’t it? Well, there was nothing that he could do about that now was there… food was food and he had to eat to live. Grinning as she asked him if he knew what she was, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the statement. Vampires tended to think they were above everyone he noticed, that humans were nothing but food and werewolves were stupid. Again, though, he knew how other races viewed each other too. Not all vampires fit the stereotype. Just like not all werewolves were killers. In example…
But he had to laugh again, this time louder as she sarcastically told him that she took her dinner someplace dark… if he didn’t notice… The laugh from him filled the alley, making a few humans that left the restaurant think they had had too much for one night and needed to cut down on the booze. Shaking his head a Aiden as it died down he let his white teeth show his amusement.
“Pleased to meet you Vampiress Aiden, of course I know what you are, or the question wouldn’t have been asked. The smell of the dead and blood are clear. Any wolf can tell. I am Colin, and sadly I wouldn’t be able to notice… all places are dark even in the sun. Your vampire senses didn’t show you that? That’s fine; most don’t figure it out until long afterwards. There’s a hunter out there that doesn’t know the gold wolf that saved him can’t even save himself. Go on, let’s have another.”
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Post by aiden on Sept 21, 2008 0:33:20 GMT -5
Aiden raised an eyebrow but remained silent for a moment. Seriously? A blind werewolf. "Well that explains why you chose a stationary meal instead of hunting something." She held back a laugh as a mental image of a blind wolf running around came into her head. Well to each his own and all that.... Aiden looked around as the smell of human blood passed through the air faintly. She would have to feed at least one more time tonight because of her...condition. "Hey now...I may smell like something dead, but at least I don't smell like dog." She smirked.
So, he was in the buisness of saving hunters? That was odd. She wondered how that came to be, but didn't really care enough to ask. She was only here because she smelled a dog in the trash. Speaking of. "Wow.... this trash really smells. Sorry but....I don't think I would eat out of there if I was starving." Her nose wrinkled again.
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Post by ms on Sept 29, 2008 5:29:17 GMT -5
“Ah, but dog’s are a man’s best friend! And I can hunt, I just choose not to. Well, not to tonight anyway. And it does smell bad, try it from my perspective.”
Sharp noses did not always constitute something good. Yes, he knew what and who was around him… sometimes too well. He could tell if people were guilty of something or other, and most of the time what it was they were guilty about. He could smell things hidden, emotions that were best left unknown, and of people that didn’t know how to bathe. Hey, he might be homeless, but he still bathed. Couldn’t stand himself if he didn't. True, he smelled bad now with the trash and all. On a normal basses, however, he kept himself rather clean. It took a while, as he had to scrub skin and fur, but he kept clean.
“You can always tell a lot about a person from their smell.” That was random.
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Post by aiden on Oct 7, 2008 9:55:11 GMT -5
Aiden wrinkled her nose at the trash. "No thanks, I think I'll stay over here." Aiden took a small step back, repulsed by the idea of getting closer to the dumpster. From now on she wasn't investigating anything that came out of a garbage can. The smell of rotting food made her fell happy that she wasn't truly alive. She would never have to worry about that smell going into her home. Unless she brought home a homeless guy, but mostly she just fed off of them and left them where they were.
"You can tell a lot from the way someone smells? Like what, wether he likes to sit in trash or not?" Well ok that one was getting a little old, but Aiden still couldn't believe that a were anything, as strong as those fuckers could be, would go to the lengths of getting into the garbage can to eat. It was almost...sad. Not that she really wanted the were's to live or anything. She just hated garbage.
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