Everything had changed since Alistair's unanticipated transformation over winter. Though the world had begun to panic over some impending flu, the once confident artist was only just beginning to find some resemblance of normality in his life again. He struggled to grow accustomed to those overwhelming senses that provided him with an assault of information, those sights, scents, and sounds all the more intense then they had ever been. It was as if he was on some sensory high that was all but impossible to come down from. He had tried to return to work after that unforgettable weekend - his coworkers altogether oblivious of that change that had overcome him, much less his strikingly close brush with death and yet...he'd found that corporate office a struggle to stay in for long periods of time. The fluorescent hue of the lights that he'd once sat beneath for hours now gave him a splitting headache, provoking the artist to frequently escape for long 'breaks' outside.

A soft breath left his lips as he stepped outside into the spring air, the weather still nippy despite the receding of winter. His maker's words still echoed within his thoughts as he wandered towards the Southern seaside. Adrien had told him that everything would be different now, just as he had spoken of putting his new skills to good use with the council - to stop another vampire from leaving behind a soul that was less fortunate than he had been. All of it still felt too much when the newly turned Hunter was still just trying to adjust to what he was. A frown pulled at the corners of his features as he made his way towards the comforting sound of the ocean, the melody of those waves somehow comforting in a world that now felt anything but. He settled on a nearby picnic bench, the artist holding distinctly little interest in wetting his feet or enduring the sand in the slightest when it so had a tendency to get everywhere. Rather, he dug through his messenger back, hunting for the sketchbook that so often accompanied him everywhere.

Immediately Alistair pulled out his graphite pencils, the man easily flipping to a blank page. For now, he ignored those work sketches and his present projects, the artist content to simply draw the crashing of the waves upon the ocean shore. Effortlessly, he ignored the chattering of several young teenagers further down the beach, the man hardly even glancing up as another woman passed him - that was, until those instincts near slammed into him. That sense - he knew that sense. Abruptly, Alistair glanced up, his emerald irises settling upon a young woman that stood upon the beach, burying her toes in the sand as she stared out at the ocean. She felt like...like Adrien. She was a Dark Hunter...like him. Was he supposed to acknowledge her? She was, after all, the first of his own kind he'd met beyond his own maker and now, Alistair felt strikingly like a fish out of water. He watched as she pulled a cigarette from her bag, only to flip through her phone aimlessly. Whatever message she decided to send was short-lived, however, before her phone was tossed back into her bag. He should go. Those very desires to not acknowledge his change and their newly shared species prompted the man to rise, his very eagerness to go saw his knee bump into the picnic table, the action sending his pencils rolling down the wood and into the sand. "Fuck." The word was muttered with a sigh - so much for the quick disappearing act.