He is aware of her, to some extent, before she truly arrives. He has mastered the control of so many of his more natural instincts and yet at his core he is a species designed to be hunted- prey, no matter how much he desires to believe otherwise. Yet despite such a facet of nature such a thing affords him an awareness far sharper then most- an ability to detect another with sharpened reflexes far beyond the norm and as such his head lifts ever so slightly in response to her approach, a single, beautiful violet eye visible for barely a moment before that curtain of snowy white hair falls back across his features. Her form was neutral, calm, nervous to some extent perhaps and yet seeming to emit a general concern in a manner that reminded him almost desperately of his own little pack mate- Claire, the fox so eternally good natured that she often failed to see the danger that existed before her, determined to find the good in even the darkest of beings. It was both infuriating and yet endearing to him in some fashion. For now however, thoughts of his pack are pushed aside, the bond that bound them to him assuring each was safe tonight and as such he pays them no further heed. The young blonde woman's inquiry is enough to earn her a momentary simper, lip quirking slightly in some fading moment of amusement at her polite inquiry and yet he hardly provides an answer straight away- the young man seeming almost pensive for several moments as if her question required a deeper thought before those cool, frosted lyrics finally part his lips- though he continues to stare out across the street all the same.
"If I said no- what would you do?"
His tone is calm, almost pleasant perhaps and yet that undercurrent exists still within it, a touch of something almost....cold seeming to taint each word as if something hidden stirs just beneath the surface of the words all the same. Her second question however- seems to earn his attention, head inclined towards her now, a chuckle humming smoothly within his throat. Drugs? He had little time for such things as vile as that. They reduced the mind to nothing, fooled the body into the belief all was right with the world and proved only who was truly weak enough to succumb to them in an effort to blur their pathetic existence. It would take more than whispered voices to reduce him to such a vile state of being.
"No."
It is all he offers, despite the toxicity of his thoughts, words seeming to dismiss the woman in a way- as if he is done with this conversation entirely even despite the...pleasantness of her features. Such a pretty creature she was. How long would she truly last in this city with a heart so innocent as her own seemed to be?He could use a haircut. The words are clearer this time, a soft frown marking his features once more as his gaze fixates upon her again with a renewed interest. The words had sounded like her own and yet...he is assured she had not spoken, the equine moving to lean away from the light post now, a single stride carrying him towards her until barely an arm's length of space exists between them. He can smell her now, the scent of....dog, nose wrinkling slightly in disdain. Another predator. Perhaps this city reeked of easy meat, such creatures seeming to come in their droves and yet for now he holds no further interest in her species- dogs were among the least intelligent in his opinion and yet....perhaps she would prove him wrong yet.
"It's dangerous, you know, for a woman like yourself to be wandering about alone."
His words are casual, easy- the presence of another seeming to allow his mind to focus once more and drown out the whispering words as he steps smoothly to the side- turning a loose circle about her now as he continues to talk. He is aware entirely of the manner in which he presses into her space now and yet it is a game he has played before, pressing at her boundaries simply because he can, simply to see how much of a spine she may truly have.
"It's terribly easy to run into the wrong crowd around here you know- especially given the events in the west of late involving that pack.....Nighttime, no, Nightshade. That's it."
He moves to stand before her once more, a sigh of sorts passing his lips as if speaking of such events is a truly taxing thing, gaze lifting to her own one more, what can be seen of those violet eyes resting against her.
"In the very least you should stay away from the West and the pack that lingers there, the last canine to have anything to do with that feline pack ended up with most of the bones in her poor little body broken. It was a painful thing to see, truly, they will lie to you though- just to lure you in if they can. Terrible creatures."
He shrugs loosely now, arms folding smoothly across his toned chest as he speaks a final time in those same deep, cool, baritone lyrics.
"You asked if I was alright- no one has asked me that in rather a long time. Consider the information I gave you a token of appreciation for your effort. Just be wary."
His words, to an extent- are entirely true and yet twisted perhaps to paint a different picture- one he vastly prefers, the truth within them layered between carefully placed half-truths of sorts as a simper traces his lips once more. Surely the Nightshade pack is dangerous, if it chooses to be and yet the danger tonight is in a far more innocent seeming form. How wrong so many have been- to believe a carnivore is the true predator within this city. The sun, at last, has begun to rise, sending shafts of light upwards and over the horizon, glinting off the silver chain about his next and perhaps affording him a better view of the pretty little thing before him- that humming within his mind, scratching at the edges once more as he steps smoothly past her now.
"I'm going to get breakfast, you can come- unless you have a better offer for the morning? It's Frost, by the way."
He pauses only briefly, curious to see if the woman has any intention of following. If she doesn't, then so be it- he hardly has the time to waste on those without the spine to be a little...daring.
Frostbite
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