A strange calm settles over the city on this particular warm night. The streets are void of people. Puddles in the streets illuminate the street light's glow. Trees are still as no breeze passes through them. Dareios is suddenly on edge. He didn't like being in situations he couldn't control. Frost's mess with this hunter was certainly one of them. And something about the way he talked didn't sit quite right with Dareios either. The night's work was piling up on his desk, waiting quietly for him to return home to. This seemed as good a time as ever to bid this shifter adieu. The next time we meet. Dareios analyzes his words, logging them away for more potential thought once he was safe and secure in the comfort of his well-fortified brownstone around the corner. He nods to the shifter, and for a second, considers giving him his card, but realizes he didn't carry them in his work out clothes. So instead he just smiles politely. "Until we meet again." He says rather sarcastically. The vampire lingers a second longer to watch the shifter go his own way. What a peculiar evening, to say the least. And in true Dareios form, the vampire picks up a steady jog, and lopes the rest of his way home. Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl |