The pieces were falling into place. As the animal trotted off, Dareios followed unwillingly, watching the horse as it eyed him. The vampire kept his distance as the animal attempted to communicate with him. And when it finally dawned on him what was happening, Dareios laughed. A hearty chuckle escaped from his parted lips and he keeled over, hands over his abdomen. This wasn't a loose horse. It was a damn shifter. "Sorry, lad. I get it now, I get it." He said, still chuckling a bit under his breathe. He collected his wallet and made his way toward the storefront. An eyebrow raised as he approached the clean glass front with the expensive suits and denim inside. Dareios hesitated, spinning quickly on his heels to face the horse in the street behind him, knowing very well how absurd he must look -- talking to a damn loose horse in the street -- to the people inside the shop. "I expect to be repaid, in full, for this very generous gesture, alright bud?" Dareios said, lingering a moment longer before turning again and entering the store. He avoided eye contact with few shoppers inside, browsing the aisles for the cheapest pair of jeans (still hundreds of dollars, damn horse,) and button down shirt. As he approached the register he couldn't help but laugh out loud again. How the hell would he know what size this man was, once he actually became a man again? Just another night in typical Sacrosanct, he mused. He left the store with a bag in hand and approached the horse again, patting his neck once before extending it to its mouth. "I'll wait here." He said, his gaze falling to the alleyway around the corner. The streets were still rather quiet at this time of night. There was rarely trouble here, be it supernatural or otherwise. I guess that's what you get for paying to live in the rich neighborhoods, Dareios thought. The vampire didn't dare glance at his watch. This was supposed to be a fairly lazy jog before a long night of data and paperwork. The stacks of work still rested on his desk. Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl |