Nightly walk (Amoura)

[brocklesnarufc87]

Brock was at home, once again taking shots at a punching bag. He trained every day as a cage fighter, and this also helped with whenever he had to confront hunters. Usually Brock brought his two Glocks with him when walking the streets, but he's come across his fair share of hunters who wanted a good 'ol fashioned fist fight. As a professional, it wasen't rare for him to easily kick someone's ass, making them resort to their weapons. At times, Brock's body showed that, with scars from healing wounds caused by silver. Yet they didn't take long, usually only a few days. Most of the times it was hunters he fought, but a few vampires would be mixed into the bunch as well. With all that being said, Brock continued and threw some more punches and kicks at the punching bag.

Once he had decided that enough was enough, he took off the MMA gloves he had on and put them away. Then he walked upstairs and took a shower to wash off. It wasen't long before he finished that as well and got dressed. He then grabbed one of his Glock 17s, put it in it's holster, and walked out the front door. Every night Brock liked to go out for a walk to relax himself from the day's events. As the alpha, his days weren't easy and at times weren't all that fun. He always had to deal with hunters, vampires, and other people who didn't like him.

[†The Blood Countess†]

"Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot..."

Ginny muttered aloud, skipping down the road, white tail swaying left and right. "Well now, let's see. The store is only a mile away from now so perhaps...if I go right...then left..." The red head stopped and looked around, trying to find road signs. Aha. There it was.

"Maybe I'll run into a friend along the way. Highly unlikely but one can dream, right?"

One habit that Ginny had was talking to herself when alone. Many would claim she even argued but that wasn't the case. She may not be the sanest of sane but she was sane enough to be declared sane...what a mouthful.

"Maybe I should-aha. There you are." Cursed store. Why was it always so hard to find? Her sense of direction was normally impeccable...away from a car. When on the road she has NO idea where she's going...most of the time.

[brocklesnarufc87]

After walking a few blocks, Brock had made the decision to head down to one of the local stores. He needed a few things at home and was also in the mood for a sub sandwich. As he neared the store, he began to sense another were beast near by. Usually he was use to being around humans and other werewolves all the time, but at the moment, he sensed some kind of werecat. Brock had come across them every now and then, and most of them had been pretty nice.

That being said, he turned the corner and saw the one who he had sensed. She was apparently talking to herself, but that wasen't anything to hold against someone. Without much more thought, Brock walked up to the store front and looked at the girl. "Talking to yourself, huh?" He said with a laugh. Then he pulled the door open and held it for her. "Were you coming into the store?"

[†The Blood Countess†]

Ginny blinked, staring up at the male with obvious curiosity, "Oh...yeah I do that often, it's a habit I'm trying to break. People keep saying that I'm talking to those...little voices. You know what I'm saying right?...And yes. I'm heading on in. Thanks." She swept past Brock and entered the store, seeking out a sandwich to devour in the nearby fridge. If none of them seemed appetizing, she can easily go to the counter and ask for a baked sub.

That turkey sandwich looked amazing.

She snatched it and headed towards the corner, money in hand. The price wasn't too much, only a few dollars. The famished red head immediately started eating her dinner after paying for it. "Mmmmm.....sammich....." The leopardess mumbled, mouth full of veggie, turkey and wheaty goodness. Maybe she should get something else to go with this?

Sorry. Muse is all "RAWR"

[brocklesnarufc87]

After heading into the store, Brock grabbed the few things he needed at home. Then he picked up a roast beef sub sandwich, a can of Monster energy drink, and payed for it at the register. When he looked over and caught a glimpse of Ginny, he saw her devouring a sub as well. "Guess that means you were hungry." He said with a laugh. Brock would've added in a joke about wereanimals always being hungry, but he could tell that the cashier was human.

If he had stated anything about the existance of werewolves, werelions and the like around humans, they usually thought of him as crazy. As the cashier bagged up Brock's stuff and handed it to him, he saw that Ginny didn't buy anything to drink. "Nothing to down that with?" He asked. "Sandwiches always seem to make me thirsty." He didn't know why that was true, maybe it was the bread.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Ginny looked at Brock, cheeks puffed slightly from having so much food in her mouth. After a few swallows, she reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of water, "Save some money. I always bring water with me wherever I go. You'll never know when you'll need it, right?" She grinned and then returned to feverishly devouring her meal.

Yes, Brock was right. Were animals always had quite an appetite and Ginny had noticed the sudden increase of her food intake. Especially with meat! Yes, she loved vegetables a lot, especially when softened and seasoned with garlic...but the want for red meat was far more tempting.

Sad really.

After swallowing another bite, Ginny scratched the back of her neck and looked back at Brock, "Name's Ginny."

[brocklesnarufc87]

"True." Brock said about bringing water with you. Then once he payed for everything, he threw away the wrapper of the sandwich and began to eat. Like Ginny, he was downing it, his love for meat leading the way. When he swallowed, he was able to answer her back. "And I'm Brock." He then went to the door and held it open once again. Yet Brock had no idea where they could head after this, he didn't have any plans.

Usually on nights like this, he just went for a walk around the block, or he'd head down to one of the cafe's that stayed open late. Yet tonight he had found someone to talk to, and Brock knew that more friends never hurt. He had quite a few, but had a lot more enemies. As the alpha of the entire werewolf species, Brock had a hefty bounty over his head with the hunters and those who despised his kind.

[†The Blood Countess†]

Ginny offered the lycanthrope a large grin, ”Hia, Brock. Nice to meet ya.” With them both outside, they continued to eat their meal in silence until the leopardess paused. Head snapped to the left and then to the right to loosen things up a bit. Cursed backpack was hard to deal with at school sometimes. Perhaps she should use those heat pads? Eh. All that mattered right now was food. Back to the sandwich. ”I heard about you from some lycanthropes I spoke to when I was out and about.” She took another bite and swallowed before continuing.

”You’re an alpha?” Uh oh. If he’s an alpha…that might not be good. Recently, Ginny had to kill a lycanthrope when he tried to do the same to her. She had made the fatal mistake of going into his territory one night. No matter how much the female tried to explain, he wouldn’t listen. Naturally she had no choice but to defend herself. Hopefully he won’t find out. Honestly? Who’d want to deal with such a large male?!