Thread: Bloodlines, Beasts and Bad Business (Sarjin x Fieryangel)

Ryker walked down the sidewalk every so often he gave a gaze up at the monstrous building that blotted out the sun. He wasn't used to big cities, he was a country wolf. Used to the outdoors, forests and fields. This city with its pollution was burning his delicate nostrils threatening to suffocate him. He didn't understand how the city wolves lived in places like this, separate from everything a werewolf should hold dear. Being powerful enough to run free, they choose to live like slaves to government and to be so close to the leeches, the only creatures who could challenge them as potential apex predators since time immemorable. Neither of them sat on top of the food chain anymore, technology evened the playing field and gave humans a leg up in the war. Now they both had to live in the shadows lest bad things happen. Recent events had drawn him from his pack, Ryder was a shaman. A werewolf who could see spirits and through them tap into magic. One of these spirits told him of a creature that was bringing the city wolves and the vampires dangerously close to coming out in the open. The city he walked through was under a recent crime wave. Murders, property damage, hunters those humans that were in on the secret were flocking to the city, looking to put down the beasts that lurked in the shadows. The very thought made him smile, most people would never see one of them, and if they did wouldn't live to tell the tale. The spirit told him of one who transcended race, a child of the union between werewolf and vampire. He had thought long and hard about what to do, he even consulted the alpha of his pack, but was told that it was a city wolf problem. Ryker didn't buy that answer. As a wolf of nature, one closer than the rest, he knew it was his duty to get to the bottom of this. To figure out the mess, and restore balance to the situation. It was to this means he had enlisted the help km the current spirit he was following. It was a simple wisp, a very low level spirit, it claimed to have seen what he was looking for. Unfortunately there was no way to tell if it was lying, telling the truth, or simply insane. He had no other choice, no other leads, his heightened senses were dead to him in the smog of the city, not that he would know what a half vampire half werewolf would smell like in the first place. He had no choice but to trust the wisp and follow it through the tangled concrete jungle. He sighed, he felt like he'd already been walking for hours and everything in the city looked alike. Concrete and steel, all disheartening bland colors. Couldn't even match the beauty of the Plaines desert, he disliked the city wolves even more in that moment. He brushed a hand through his long straight black hair. It was going to be a rough day, especially if his enemies found out he was trespassing. He blinked his hazel eyes a few times, trying to wash the filth from the air off them, he already felt like he needed a bath and he hadn't even touched anything. He renewed his effort shouting at the spirit let's make this quick I can't be here forever His shouting at nothing drew the concerned stares of several onlookers as he yelled at nothing. The spirit however complied and began to float faster, which in turn caused him to lengthen the stride of his long legs and move things just a little bit faster.