Thread: The Night is for Hunting (Drey Malic x Andariel)

This is a Roleplay between Drey Malic and Andariel Setting is in Paris, 1865 - Werewolf x Human Pairing -------------------------------------------------- Lawrence, or Lance for short, was inside his room when he heard the knock at his door. Come in He said. His office study was small, a bookshelf on one wall, a desk at the center filled with assorted papers, letters and a few opened books. The slight smell of tabacco was in the air as a small trail of smoke still rose from the pipe that was placed on his desk. It was dark outside so there was no light coming in from the sole window of his office. The illumination of the room wasnt bad though, there was a lamp on the desk that still lit the small room with its flame. Lance had a couple of papers in his hand that he was shifting through as he sat in his desk. He was wearing a white button up shirt and black trousers, a pair of socks and shoes and his blonde hair was still a contrast to his aquamarine blue eyes. A man in his late fifties or sixties walked into the room. He was wearing a complete butlers apparel, black suit, vest, white shirt and bow tie. He had a receding hair line to compliment his white hair and was well groomed with no facial hair. Master Lance, you asked to be notified when it was ten oclock. It is currently Nine fifty-five. The man said. Lance turned to look at the man and he nodded. A smile coming upon his lips almost and he stood to his feet. Ah yes, thank you Winston. She gets out of work at about this hour He said. His last words almost slipping out of his mouth by mistake or by their own purpose to show his thoughts, it still showed that this man had something in mind. Lance reached to the coat rack and he grabbed a vest which he quickly buttoned up and then his black trench coat to accompany it. He was deciding if he wanted to grab a hat or go without and he opted for a scarf instead. He wrapped it around his neck and then turned to Winston and gave him a nod. Ill be back shortly, make a cup of tea in a few minutes and Ill be back for it. He said. Yes sir. Winston said. He turned and left Lance. Lance walked to his bedroom and he grabbed a cane out from his wardrobe. He made his way to the veranda of his room, opening the large doors and he stepped out into the open air. He was on the fifth floor of the building and the wind up here was a bit brisker than the wind at street level. Ah, the air of Paris, much more gratifying than that of London. He thought to himself. He looked down at the street below and it was empty, the lamps were lit so it was illuminated but that wasnt going to be his path on this night. He looked up and he was on the top floor, the only thing above him was the roof and the starry sky. Lance took a moment to take a deep breath in and let it out with a toothy grin before he lightly stepped up on the stone railway of the veranda and then with the lightest of ease, as if he was as light as a feather, he jumped to the top of the roof in a single bound. From there on, he ran across the rooftops with quick and light feet. He only stopped when he reached the corner of a street and then he peered down from the top of the roof he was on. This should be the street she uses to walk home He thought to himself as he waited for his unsuspecting prey.