Thread: New Guy In Town (Dream and J)

Dragomir was very happy to get off of the airliner at last. In fact, it took all of deep reserve of self control to not shove the other passengers out of his way and run off of the plane. The dark haired Romanian had struggled to hide his anxiety, but flight attendants at least had noticed. As he left, they couldn't hide their relief that the young man was leaving. I will not take such long trip by plane again, Dragomir resolved as he tried to give the flight attendant a harmless smile. He had never thought that such a large vehicle could be claustrophobic, but it was. Even with the stench of jet fuel and asphalt, the air seemed fresher once Dragomir was off the plane. He walked with purpose into the airport terminal and hurried to claim his luggage. The young man traveled light, bringing just his carry on and a single large bag. Going through customs with his fake passport made Dragomir much less nervous than being in that crowded, pressurized, metal tube for hours. He knew it was a good fake. Dragomir was more at ease, even in such a huge, human crowd, and he managed a much more disarming smile to the customs officer. Soon, Dragomir was free to leave the airport. He found a taxi easily enough. Where to? the bored looking taxi driver asked. Dragomir gave him the address. It was an apartment building in the city. The athletic young man would have preferred something more rural, but he was on the run. For the time being at least, Dragomir needed a place where he could lose himself in the crowds. Even halfway around the world from his homeland, Dragomir knew it would be foolish to let himself feel safe. His own people had declared Dragomir too dangerous. He had spent most of his 24 years fighting to protect his pack. Dragomir had learned to be ruthless and savage in battle. It seemed now that he had learned much too well. With peace finally come between the packs, Dragomir was seen as a brutish relic. There were those who still feared him, or bore grudges for what he had done in the wars. Their whispers in the new council had brought about the order for Dragomir's execution. Only the warning and help of old Ion had allowed the young lycan to escape. Ion had been like Dragomir's father after his parents had died. He hoped the older lycan would not be punished for what he had done. The taxi brought Dragomir to a four story, brick building with an empty store on one side and an alley on the other. He paid the taxi, and walked into the building. Dragomir's pale, blue eyes took in the lobby and the cafe that took up most of the ground floor. His other senses were just as useful in exploring his new surroundings. His hearing told Dragomir that there were people in the cafe and in the room behind the front desk. His sense of smell told the lycan that there was corned beef cooking and that all the people nearby were human. He stepped up the front desk and tapped the bell for service. At 6'1 with a powerful but agile body, piercing eyes and fair skin, Dragomir was a handsome, if often intimidating figure. The lycan made an effort to look as harmless as possible. The fact that lycan's aged slower than humans meant that Dragomir looked a bit younger than his true age. He hoped that fact would help him to look less threatening now. I'm not a warrior of my people any more, Dragomir reminded himself. I need to be like civilian... like human. He hoped he was up to the job.