You Want Something? {Dark Lycan/Open}

[†The Blood Countess†]

"Flipping your fins you don't get to far. Legs are required for jumping, dancing, strolling along down the....what's that word again...? Street..."

Ginny looked down at the small map that she owned, "I think David might be a few blocks away. Well...better get hopping!" The leopardess skipped on down the road. What's strange about her is the fact she was wearing a white, bushy tail! Now why on earth would she do that? Eh. Something she did in high school.

"Up where they walk, up where they run," she started spinning around, "up where they stay all day in the su-u-un. Wandering free. Wish I could be. Part of that wo-o-o-orld."

Ginny paused in her tracks and looked up towards the night sky. The moon was half full and within a week or so...she'll have to isolate herself...again. Oh well, might as well enjoy herself until that time comes. Thank God she was alone in this area, normally no one would hear her singing this loud.

It was then she realized that someone else was about yet strangely enough...the scent of something unusual sticking out like a sore thumb. "Who's there?" She called out.

[Urjasz Volkova]

After a easy day of simple bodyguard work, Dark was retiring back to his home, when he overheard quite loud singing. Smiling to himself, he continued on his journey, only to stop almost in his tracks, when he spotted the singer. Before he even saw the giant tail, the "sound of music" style dancing was more than enough to catch his eye. Food completely off his mind, he became simply curious. Moving closer to her, he became aware that she must of heard him, for she wasn't dancing so much, her voice quieter.

Instead of staying on the footpath, he suddenly changed direction and bolted up the side of a nearby building. As he climbed, he knocked a few things off the wall and once up top, he heard her calling out "who's there", to which he asked himself. Should he leave her be and continue on his journey? Not a chance, he'd been bored senseless all day. Taking a long stride run, he swooped off the roof, landing just short of her. "They call me Dark Lycan" he said in his most charming voice. Circling the girl, he spoke softly. "Tell me, what brings you out this way so very late at night? Don't you know it's not safe. There's dangerous people out there. Crazy people. Like me."

[†The Blood Countess†]

Werewolf. Ginny knew that specific scent from hanging out with Collin during her earlier days as a werewolf. Green eyes narrowed towards the male that suddenly leapt down from the roof, circling around her like a vulture and it's prey. Eyebrow raised, she responded, "Pleasure." She stated in a tone dripping with sarcasm. Already she was getting a bad vibe and wasn't too keen on sticking around for too long. Maybe if she showed little interest or gave the notion that she wasn't good company...?

"I'm trying to get to a friend's house if you must know and I am aware of the lunatics that prowl these streets and I am more than capable of defending myself...Lycan." Venom seeped forth from her vocals, a clear sign she wasn't happy being around him. "And I've met strange people throughout my life. I'm certain you aren't much of an issue."

One eye flashed yellow at the male, the other remaining the same. What's strange about the leopardess is the color of her eyes when transformed. One remained green, the other yellow.

[Urjasz Volkova]

His interest rose very quickly the moment she said the word Lycan. So she was not a human eh? This fact didn't surprise him much, for he'd met hardly any humans in this city apprently full of them. Everyone he meets seems to have some alter ego of some sort, whether it be vampire, werewolf or just something else. As her eye changed, he wondered what she was. The scent around her wasn't a normal smell. It didn't have the dead smell of the vampire, nor the dog smell of the werewolf. She certainly wasn't human, even without the smell giving it away, the flash of the eye certainly did.

"So tell me, what do you call yourself. That is, what do you call your species. I can taste your scent in the air, but it is not that of a vampire, nor that of a lycan. You're something....different. Perhaps I can help you find this, "friends", house. After all, two minds are greater than one. And add yours, we might do well" he chuckled, refering to his split conscience. "And trust me, you've caught me in a good mood. Others are not so fortunate. If I wanted to kill you, I would of done so in the first leap. I'm in no mood for killing tonight, but I couldn't help overhearing your singing. And not to mention not missing your dancing. Quite unique, I would say. So tell me, where does this friend live?"

[†The Blood Countess†]

Ginny folded her arms, popping her right hip out to the side; her white tail swished briefly as a result, "If you must know...I am a were-leopard. My species has been around for quite some time but we chose to remain hidden...until recently." The leopardess heaved a sigh. It's a good thing her kind wasn't well known, for Animus, known as Vicious, was out trying to force were-cats to join his ranks. He had a formidable force right now and she was not too keen on being found by the male.

"I appreciate your offer. But I am more than capable of finding him myself." She nodded at him sharply but stiffened when he said something that discomforted her. "Kill me? Someone's trigger happy. If that's the way you are sometimes I'd rather not be close by, good mood or not." With that, she power walked by him, hands in her pockets, shoulders hunched forward.

Honestly...

[Urjasz Volkova]

Jogging after, he turned and began walking backwards, speaking to her. "Ah, so you're one of them are you? I've heard of your kind, mainly through vampires though, not much said amongst Lycans. Surprising isn't it?" he asked, flicking his head back every now and then to check where he was going. Grinning about her last statement, he replied "And yeah, I guess you could say I'm trigger happy, but hey, that's my nature. I'm a fucking animal. A dog at that, and since when have you seen a dog give a shit about what they're doing? Not like you cats, like the posh class of the animal world!" Thinking back to what he had heard about her species, he realised she was right about them certainly being a secret species, for it was only recently he'd heard about them. Which she had also mentioned....

"Thinking about it though, you're right. About the recent exposure thing. Could it be to do with all those were-cats working for some vampire? Yeah I know about that, some vampire I know through someone was telling me. He's an enemy or something of this guy, hiding behind lots of your kind. I'm not overly fond of vampires, but I can tolerate them. This one sounds like one I wouldn't be able to" he stated to her, doing a quick tap of the feet before turning around, joining her as she walked. "So tell me, miss were-leopard, could you ever kill someone. Have you ever killed someone? From immortal to immortal" he asked, grinning with murderous interest.

[†The Blood Countess†]

What an annoyance he was turning out to be. Didn't her defensive posture and displeased disposition alone give away how she was feeling about this? Looks like some can't take a hint unless given a blunt statement. Mainly, "Fuck off" or "Go away". The first one sounded best considering how irritated she was right now.

Eyebrow raised, she released a frustrated sigh, "Yes, yes. Grand. Just grand. Lovely bunch of oats." She replied. Ugh. What the hell was wrong with this fellow? Sugar high or something? Maybe he was on drugs...yes...that would explain it...hopefully...

Yet, right when he asked if she killed someone, the female paused, "What I do is none of your business. And if I killed? It's out of self defense. Now leave me be. You're giving me a headache."

Off she went.

[Urjasz Volkova]

Stopping, Dark shouted after her "That would be a yes then", smiling smugly. Watching her disappear along the road, he had no intention on disappearing just yet. Running to the right, he boosted his way up the walls onto the roof. He was on a hyped up mood and felt like running, toying with someone, for once someone that wasn't prey. As he caught up along her side, he shouted down from the roof "Tell me, Miss Leopard, how did you kill them? Did you take apart their bodies?" He was enjoying himself, regardless of what anyone would think of what he shouted down.

"Now, tell me, you say none of my business. But my business tonight is you, thus I want to know what your business is. After all, should this vampire get to you, I want to know exactly what I'm dealing with" he yelled playfully. The joy echoed through his voice, his sense of annoying someone picking up on a high. Dark began to skip across the roofs, taking the piss out the situation in his own way. "Miss Leopard, oh Miss Leopard, tell me a story, tell me a story of your life, how you came to be and how you intend to go" he sung, his face covered with a murderous smile. "Miss Leopard" he said, stopping completely, turning his head slowly to face her, "how would you like to die?"

[†The Blood Countess†]

Of course she killed someone but it was out of self defense. The night she first met Frosty, before he was turned into a vampire, she had to kill a lycan who refused to stop pursuing her. Yes, she made the mistake of passing through his territory but he was going to harm her! What other choice did the leopardess have but to kill him? Rest assure she didn't take pleasure in it.

Now...this lycan was starting to get on her last nerve. How did Ginny deal with such annoyances? Just ignore them. "How do I want to die? In my sleep if you must know. Leave me be. I won't be here for your amusement." Normally she'd shove in earphones and sit down, volume blasted so she can't hear...but he was dangerous. She'll need to be alert to what he'll do.

With a slight snort, she continued. "You're an annoyance. A low life lycan obviously seeking some way to pass time. Fuck off and find someone else to be your little toy...fleabag."

As she walked past, the leopardess gave him the world famous "one fingered salute".

[Urjasz Volkova]

Making a quick dash across the remaining roofs, Dark took a leap from the roof, landing and rolling over a few hundred meters ahead of this Leopard. "Perhaps I would like to waste my time on you. And your little gesture then, I like that, makes me feel noticed" he shouted, walking towards her in a casual manner. Dark would not be ignored, not by anyone, werewolf, wereleopard or whatever they are. Mimicing the middle finger, he acted like it was a new gesture to him, then asking "So tell me, what was the need for this use of the finger?" Giving a little skip, he moved closer still.

His arms open wide, as he approached he darted forward and grabbed her by the throat. Speaking close to her face "It's not nice to be rude to strangers. Especially dangerous ones. Perhaps my motive for this conversation is changing. Perhaps you are persuading me to stop playing, and become very, very serious" he whispered to her. He'd tried being nice, and as usual, had it thrown back in his face. Getting sick of people doing this, he had previously decided that anyone who is rude to him when he shows kindness and positive thinking must die. He had enough people still trying to kill him as it was.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Ginny wasn't expecting this. The sudden tightness around her throat snapped the leopardess out of her current behavioral pattern! Oh shit...this wasn't good. One eye flashed yellow again as she squirmed, trying to pull herself free from his grasp. Okay, okay relax. Think. Remember what Master Amsler taught you in CDT training. Find the pressure point and then scram.

The red head reached towards his arm, digging her thumb into a pressure point on the arm, the area only two inches from the elbow. Thank God, his grip was loosening enough to get free. "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY!" She screamed.

This time she sprinted off towards a busy street. If she can lose him in a crowd...

[Urjasz Volkova]

The pain wasn't immense, but the sheer shock of it loosened his grip. Damn pressure point, he thought to himself, as she ran towards a busy road. Pacing after her quickly, he wanted scare her first before going after her properly. Rubbing his arm, he began to jog, as she disappeared into the crowd. As he jogged, he closed his eyes and picked up her scent just before she disappeared. Should she be the only were-leopard in there, he'd spot her easily. Opening his eyes, his vision had changed slightly. In the air he could see visible scents, different colours for different species. The humans all had light orange trails, and even a few vampires in the crowd left a black trail. In the middle of these trails, the clear yellow trail of a leopard stood out like a sore thumb.

Still not running, Dark darted into the crowd, weeving between pedestrians as they walked. The colours all began to mix, but the yellow still left a clear trail. Sniffing again, he locked onto the specific smell, the trail becoming brighter, the other trails fading. Following the trail, he shoved his way through the crowd, picking up speed as he ran. As he got a few hundred metres down the road, he spotted the leopard lady. From where he was he could not tell how fast she was moving, but in case she was sprinting, he began running full pelt through the crowd, straight for her. Around him, pedestrians fell hard on the ground, thrown to the side by Dark as he powered through them.

[†The Blood Countess†]

No! He still was keeping up with her? This wasn’t good. His aggressive behavior will only serve to harm others. Looks like the female had no choice but to go off to a secluded area and, hopefully, put up with him. A sharp right and she was racing down an alley, finally pausing towards a…dead end. Oh great. Now what will she do? An exit route was needed and there wasn’t a single one! It’s not like a were-leopard can suddenly spawn spider powers and run up the wall! Oh one can dream!

And there he was. One eye turned yellow as she stared at the aggressive being, hands curled up into fists. Oh if only one of her friends were here! Frosty? Reina? None of them know. From her pocket, she pulled out a sharp knife, holding it in her right hand in a threatening manner, ”Why are you bothering me? What is your problem? I’m just a were leopard out for a stroll and you’re bothering me.”

Claws were starting to grow forth, making it hard to keep a firm grip on the blade but she managed. He better have a good explanation…