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Post by Kiba on Sept 20, 2008 23:49:48 GMT -5
Kiba rammed through the door, clearing the stairs with a few bounds to end up in the exact opposite of the roof--dark, wet, and the bottoms of his paws felt cold.
The darkness didn't bother him, as his eyesight was suited to it--but since he'd found neither food nor a window that let in moonlight, he was probably going to spend the night hungry. It's not like he wasn't used to it...
Huh?
There was a human's scent (male) amidst the moistness of the walls--much more recent than the others. Intrigued out of boredom and the possibility of an easy meal (if the human wasn't here already, he could ambush him when he next came), he put up his human illusion and followed the scent deeper into the cellar, senses tuned for a hunt.
"Humans... Why do they bother with places like this if they can't see in the dark?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 22, 2008 13:41:31 GMT -5
((If you are waiting for someone in particular, I'll delete this. Also, not having seen the canon, how do they communicate with humans, if they do?))
Erik, of course, could see in darker places than most humans. And, warned of another in his cellars, Erik ventured out to see for himself. He was confused by the sound of four feet hitting the floor; too large for the normal sorts of creatures who ventured here and who were welcome.
He was especially confused when he saw the man--boy--the footfalls belonged to. He circled around behind the boy, surprised by the sight of him but not yet ready to kill. Erik himself was probably easy to smell, though less easy to see; wrapped as he was in a dark cloak and black mask.
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Post by Kiba on Sept 22, 2008 14:41:03 GMT -5
((NO DON'T DELETE IT I'M FINE WITH ANYONE TOTALLY The Wolf's Rain wolves communicate telepathically. When they take on their human forms, it's interpreted as speaking out loud.))
Someone was behind him! Kiba dropped the illusion as his tail went up, and he whirled around to snarl at the cloaked figure. He knew it wasn't Darcia--the scent was entirely different--but he felt uneasy at the uncanny resemblance to one of his enemies.
"Who are you?" He asked, putting up the illusion once more. He couldn't stop himself from baring his fangs, though--he had no idea what it looked like to other humans, but it seemed to scare them more than his real form did.
He hoped this one got scared, anyway.
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Post by Erik on Sept 22, 2008 14:59:56 GMT -5
((Just to be clear, when they speak telepathically are they audible to all--as in, would Erik have heard him say "Humans... Why do they bother..."--or is it a closed system where they speak directly into the mind of someone intentionally?
Does that question make sense?
I totally missed the not-wolf bit earlier, so I shall edit when back from lunch. Sorry. Fixed.))
The flicker of man to wolf and back was odd, Erik had to admit, but not entirely the oddest thing that had ever happened to him. He stepped forward just slightly, enough that his movement would make him "visible."
"As you are the intruder here," he said smoothly, "it is for me to ask that question. Who are you?"
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Post by Kiba on Sept 22, 2008 16:46:48 GMT -5
((Anything in normal quotations can be heard normally. When he speaks telepathically, he can only be heard if he wants to. Don't worry, I assume it WOULD be tricky to understand if you haven't watched the show.))
Kiba was neither used to being questioned, nor having his own questions thrown back at him. Still, he managed not to growl impatiently; the sooner he answered the man's question, the sooner he could find the way out.
"My name is Kiba. I'll be leaving the minute I find a way out of here."
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Post by Erik on Sept 22, 2008 17:14:20 GMT -5
Erik had been confronted with more than the usual number of fanged humans lately; which was to say, two in the past week.
"Kiba," Erik repeated thoughtfully. "A curious name, for one such as yourself. You should know, Kiba, that those who venture here seldom are allowed to leave. Why should you be an exception?"
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Post by Kiba on Sept 22, 2008 19:54:13 GMT -5
"I'm an exception because if you don't let me out, I'm getting you out of my way."
Erik couldn't see it but Kiba's tail was still raised, and by now it was wagging quite stiffly.
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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 9:05:30 GMT -5
He had, however, seen that flicker of wolf, and there was something feral in Kiba's tone. Still, the creature's defiance amused him, for it was not born of fear but... a perception of his own strength.
"You are not a prisoner here until such time as I choose," Erik said with deceptive mildness. "You would know if I was trying to keep you."
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Post by Kiba on Sept 23, 2008 16:31:26 GMT -5
"Then we have no problem now," Kiba said, jumping past Erik to the base of the steps. "Bye."
As eager as he was to get out of this weird and slightly boring place, he merely walked up the steps instead of running or jumping. Something about the man smelled dead underneath the typical human-male scent--as if a wound had gone too far past healing and was now in the first stages of decay.
((Erik is Leroux-Erik, yes? If not, I'll just edit the post.))
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Post by Erik on Sept 23, 2008 17:01:20 GMT -5
((Indeed, he is. Ish.))
Erik watched him go with his yellow eyes, marking the man's odd movements and filing him away for future reference.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 27, 2009 14:02:37 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
Another night, another spot of prowling. He still could not fully address this in his waking life, but Carlos did not question the urge when it overcame him. When he woke in the middle of the night with four feet instead of two, and slipped out of bed. It was almost as if the cat needed its own exercise, though it seemed to need a lot of sleep as well.
There never was much to see in the cellars, but it was safe. Enough. As long as he avoided The Other Erik and Julian.
((tag kitteh))
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Post by kitteh on Jan 27, 2009 19:52:29 GMT -5
There was a mysterious, eldritch snuffling in the dark, like some terrible prowling beast was loose in the depths of the cellars; a thump, and something that sounded very much like a glass bottle skittered away in the darkness.
Then, a very small sneeze and the distressing smell of cat.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 28, 2009 10:37:14 GMT -5
Carlos stiffened, the smell reminding him of that first night, that first kill. He had held himself to vermin since then, but despite his greater control, now, the reminder was unpleasant. He didn't much get on with cats, anymore.
It sounded/smelled young, though, and Carlos thought he might as well go see... His keen eyes picked out the dark form in the gloom. It was tiny. A scrawny little thing. As a lynx, he was much bigger than a normal cat, his face broad.
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Post by kitteh on Jan 28, 2009 17:29:39 GMT -5
The little cat's head swiveled to face the lynx. In the dark, her nostrils flared. Then she trotted over to the bigger cat, eyes round with curiosity.
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Post by Carlos Castro on Jan 28, 2009 18:37:29 GMT -5
Carlos wanted the kitten to stay away, lest he kill it by some bizarre instinct. He growled softly. He was not something to be curious about.
It was... sort of cute, though. He had to concede, with the human part of his brain.
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