"I am Selena, the werecat." Selena bowed slightly. "Now, what is your name?"
Selena watched the changeling carefully.
Llama 1:"Shh! Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness." Llama 2:"That's the sound of people drowning, Carl!" Llama 1:"That is what forgiveness sounds like; screaming and then silence."
Eryc shuddered. Werecats. They got on his nerves. So... aloft. Made him feel lowly, dirty, like a simple animal. He memorized her scent, as clear as a color wafting in the air. the vampire... she had the girl. No doubt she was feeding right now. 'No you don't...' Eryc growled.
He lifted his head and howled, a wolf on the hunt.
It's not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.
I think you should stay here tonight," Ishtar said as she put the final touches on her bandages. "The rooms upstairs are for mortal blood doners but they have locks that even vampires cannot penitrate, for the nights when you don't want to be fed on."
"What is this place?"
"This place is the cause of the mortals thriving, we feed off of these willing participants, only a few choose not to. They like the smell of fear.
Eryc sneezed. So many vampires... He looked up at the building. Must be a hideout of some sort. He could smell the human... she was alive, and frightened, yet not so much she was in immediate danger.
Eyrc sat down on his haunches.
The moon was waxing... this shape was becoming more comfortable, yet not necessary yet.
He trotted into an alley.
He walked out of the alley.
Zipping up his jacket, he wanders over to check out this place that stinks so much of vampire.
It's not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.
Ishtar sniffed the air, a werewolf was near by. Yay a kill, as much as she dispised them she enjoyed the taste of their blood. She wouldn't attack him yet, she'd wait until he came in. The bar specifically banned werewolves and werecats, she wouldn't get in trouble for killing him.
She led her up to one of the rooms with the vampire proof locks. "This is the safest room, saved for the special ones. Since you're already low on blood this room should be best for you."
Eryc went to touch the door handle, and stopped.
It felt wrong.
Eyric looked at the handle carefully.
Silver.
They really didn't like werewolves here.
Eryc growled in the back of his throat. Vampires. They always had a problem with the other non-human races.
Eryc backed away, trying to see another way in.
His nose, while better then average, was never as good in human shape.
He could smell vampire everywhere. It drowned out the girl's scent.
Running a hand through his chestnut hair, he stepped back into the shadows, watching the door carefully.
It's not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.
Ishtar walked out of the club, hungry. She could smell the wear wolf near by but thought that he wouldn't dare attack her so close to the club. She didn't know what to do but prop the door open and wait. Which she did.
Selena smirked as the changeling dropped to the ground.
She turned and walked, following the mixed scent of vampire, human, and werewolf. It wasn't the best trail to follow. The inhuman scents burned the edges of her nose. The changeling wasn't that far behind.
The trail led her to a small club. The scents of humans and vampires mingled heavily and the faint scent of werewolf lingered.
She saw one of the vampires lurking outside the door. The slight scent of bloodlust rose from her. She peered into the shadows toward the unseen 'dog.'
Selena ventured from the forest, the light of the waxing moon providing enough light for her cat eyes to make everything take on a day-like luminescence.
Llama 1:"Shh! Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness." Llama 2:"That's the sound of people drowning, Carl!" Llama 1:"That is what forgiveness sounds like; screaming and then silence."
Ishtar grew too hungry to wait any longer. She went back inside to suduce a man hoping to get laid at the bar. Too bad she didn't have time for that too. She'd just lure him and drain him to the point where he'd pass out.
Eryc saw her walk out of the woods.
The cat. She knew he was here.
He ventured out of the shadows, fighting the urge to get hairy and rip the throat out of all those posing a threat. Including this 'cat.'
She turned towards him. "What do you want... dog."
The cat looked at Eryc with the kind of disgust the well-bred reserve for something they found on the bottem of their shoe.
Eryc bent down, eyeing the cat. "My name's Eryc. I was following the vampires... It seems I'm not welcome."
The cat looked at Eryc. "What has this got to do with me?"
Eryc shrugged. "You were following us all too, right? It may be easier to get in if we... work together."
It's not easy having a good time. Even smiling makes my face ache.
"What are you proposing we do?"
Blanche was now perched on a branch overhead.
Llama 1:"Shh! Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness." Llama 2:"That's the sound of people drowning, Carl!" Llama 1:"That is what forgiveness sounds like; screaming and then silence."
Ishtar didn't even waste time getting a guy into a room, she just lured one into a corner and drank her fill. She ordered him a thing of beer and stole his keys. Leaving him disorented and without a way of getting home.
She went and sat by the door, eager for the time when the wearwolf came inside. She sensed someone else too, a wearcat. Tonight would be fun.
"Hey everyone we have some unwelcome guests outside. A wearwolf and a wearcat. Shall we invite them in?" Her tone and eye's spilled evil, the bar silently cheered in agreement.
Four of the strongest vampires went outside and "invited" the wearwolf and the wearcat inside.
Blanche cocked her head suddenly, and said hastily, "some vampires are coming!" before turning into a necklace of pearls and gold hanging from the branch. Selena jumped slightly, feeling the hair along her back standing up slowly.
