Sly easily fell into step beside his companion as they made their way out onto the street. The cool of the night air was welcome, refreshing even. Mihai, in his delight, was quick to shift into a flaming bird before taking off into the sky above- a shining gleaming beacon agianst the inky black. Harley's musing that people who lived in a city of magic really needed to learn to be more chill prompted a soft chuckle from the Romanian. The world, Sly was certain, would never be chill. Not when there was too much to complain about and someone willing to voice it. It was, however, their rapid approach of the darkened park lands that seemed to intrigue the Gypsy then as he headed towards the park gates. Those open, green spaces were relatively deserted this time of night. They would surely be large enough for exactly the sort of performance he had in mind. The very kind designed to impress female company. Provided she still had an interest in seeing it. Sly's blue gaze shifted within the darkness to find Harley's pwn beneath the faint illumination of those lamps that lit the pathway through the park, the young woman quick to insist she did still want to see that show. It was her prize, after all- and she was determined to have it. Fair enough. It was, perhaps, a testament to Harley's own nature that she seemed entirely willing to follow him into that dark parkland. After all, it wasn't as if she knew him that well and yet- the Were seemed far more content with the notion they had managed to find an area free of homeless, junkies or the mentally inept.

"Don't speak too soon- we might attract them yet."

His accented words were distinctly teasing and yet not...exactly a lie. Fire shows tended to attract people, after all, quote literally like moths to a flame. There was every chance they might yet draw more unique members of society out from the trees. Still, he suspected, they were more than capable of handling that, right? Sly paused briefly to assess that area as they strode through the park gates, the warlock attempting to find a place that offered Harley somewhere to sit with some reasonable form of lighting (just in case he really did attract a lunatic) and yet one that would offer her a view of his flames all the same. Sly gestured loosely towards a park bench, one situated neatly between a pair of street lamps with a large, open grassy space in front. That. That would be perfect. Large enough for his performance and without anything terribly flammable too close. Harley moved to take up that suggested seat a moment later, her feminine figure illuminated softly by those lights. It had been...a long time since he'd cared what anyone thought of his show. Sly almost...surprised by his own determination to make sure Harley enjoyed it. His blue gaze glanced upward into the sky above, assuring himself Mihai was ready as his familiar circled loosely in the sky. Good. The first of those flames flickered to life at his fingertips, the Gypsy inquiring which of his stories she wanted to hear. Any of them, he was certain, would work within this space.

Harley seemed to consider that choice for a moment, her fingers drumming rhythmically against the wood before insisting that she wanted to hear the last tale, the story of the Pricolici, even though it held those vampire elements. His pun, apparently, having convinced her as he grinned within that firelight.

"Alright then, I warned you though."

His shoulders shrugged loosely, that grin hardly faltering from his features before that fire at his fingertips abruptly disappeared, plunging the warlock himself into darkness and obscuring him from vision. Mihai, above, had seemingly disappeared in turn. Harley left seemingly alone within that park. Little more than the single lamp beside her offering any light. The night, Sly was certain, really did add another element to that performance. Especially this story.

"Do you know, in Romania, people tell stories of the Pricolici? They have done for generations. Tales passed down from parent to child. To act as a warning."

His voice was distinctly calm as it echoed from the darkness, a flick of his hand abruptly prompting a flicker of fire to appear upon the ground. The fire spread, expanded, racing around to encircle Harley and himself within it. A ring of fire. How very fitting. Mihai seemed to appear abruptly upon the grass, in the form of a mouse, hopping and skipping- pausing to wipe his ears.

"Romania is old you see, very old. It is a country filled with magic. Magic as ancient as time itself where nothing is quite as it seems..."

Mihai bounced forward, his form shifting to a rabbit, the creature hopping several steps before standing upon his hand legs, glancing nervously around- only for a flaming eagle to drop from the sky, colliding with Mihai's figure. The rabbit burst into ash that fluttered to the ground. The flaming eagle soaring into nothingness above. Those ashes flickered and danced, beginning to reform. Mihai appearing once more as a rabbit, seemingly unharmed, seemingly risen from that metaphorical death. Sly moved to wave his hand then, Mihai disappearing once more. Leaving the warlock alone within that ring of fire as he nonchalantly circled about it.

"Vampires originated in Romania, or so they say. Do you know what happens when a vampire dies, Harley?"

Sly's hand waved again, the figure of a man abruptly forming out of fire then. The flaming man strode confidently through the darkness, towards Harley, his figure crouching slightly becoming more...predatory, his lips parting to reveal those flaming fangs within as he slid closer and closer still. One flaming hand shot outwards with the clear intent of grasping the Were woman. Only for the fiery vampire to buckle at the last moment, his figure slumping, collapsing- before bursting into ash. Sly stepped quietly backward then, a flaming stake within his hand, one he had so clearly stabbed into the back of that equally fiery vampire. The Gypsy left standing in front of Harley then as those fiery ashes rained down around them. Sly allowed the stake to fade, his hand reaching out to take Harley's own instead, turning her palm upward to allow that ash to collect within it, to allow her to feel the real warmth of those ashes as his gaze met her own.

"They become ash. They fade into nothing. Their bodies, already so old, unable to sustain themselves any longer. In Romania however- that isn't the end."

Sly lent forward softly, a simper offered to Harley the before he abruptly blew on those ashes within her palm, sending them sky high again before they fluttered to the ground. Sly stepped abruptly backward then, the warlock striding several paces back to the center of the ring as wolves began to descend on that space. They came from all sides, one sliding from beneath the chair Harley sat on, another leaping over it. That flaming wolf pack seemed to appear from everywhere, their noses to the ground as if they hunted...searched. The leader of that pack strode forward to Harley's feet, its flaming gaze glancing upward toward her own before lowering his head, his tongue sweeping across the grass, licking up those fallen ashes from the destroyed vampire.

"The worst vampires, the most evil, the ones so filled with hate continue to persist- their spirits desperately seeking another form, another host..."

That flaming wolf turned back to its pack, its head shaking as if...confused, its eyes rapidly darkening to a white hot sheen before it lunged at one of its pack mates, taking the wolf down near instantly. The rest of the pack turned, throwing themselves upon their Alpha and yet one by one he cast them aside, his body growing larger with every victim he took. The flaming wolf seemed to twist and contort, its features a near grotesque combination of wolf and man. Its white eyes aglow in the gloom.

"A Pricolici is a vampire werewolf hybrid. They are created from hate- they exist only to kill. They know only hunger."

That creature began to stalk around that circle, molten lavas falling from its jaws like drool as it did. Its combination of human and wolf-like limbs left twisted pawprints of smoldering grass in its wake as it circled past Sly and towards Harley once more.

"The elderfolk say they have the strength and power of the vampire, the same thirst for blood. With the wildness and savagery of the werewolf. They always attack in the dark, they always seek long victims. We Gypsy children are taught never to wander away alone in the night lest the Pricolici finds you..."

The creature's head turned sharply to eye Sly once more before abruptly lunging across that circle, its claws racing up the earth as it lunged, tearing across that space with the clear intent of taking out that warlock- Only for Mihai to suddenly appear. The flaming familiar, this time, in the form of a ner glorious nine-tailed fox. One that stood almost as large as Sly himself. Mihai stood readily between his Master and that charging creature, his jaws parting to release a jet stream of flame that collided with the Pricolici. That very eruption caused a pillar of flame to shoot skyward- illuminating that entire space for several seconds as that ring of fire flared in turn before- abruptly- each of those flames seemed to flicker out. The park was left in darkness once more.

"Well?"

Sly seemed to appear near suddenly upon that bench beside Harley then, the look of surprise upon the woman's features prompting a warm simper and soft chuckle. Mihai, back to his usual self, readily appeared upon his master's shoulder in the form of a cat. A delighted purr erupting from within.

"I might not know anything about cars but I can tell a pretty good story, eh?"

sly.