It was taking considerably more of my will power then I cared to admit to focus on the matter at hand, rather then the significant number of disproportional lines at my feet, the amount of sidewalk cracks within this god-forbidden place truly alarming and yet I suppose for the sake of my survival I might be willing to forgo paying entirely too much attention to them. It was fortunate I suppose, that it was dark, whatever fragments of light that existed having been blocked out by the dark tinting of the lenses of my Ray Bans, the glasses doing entirely as they are designed to do and stop myself from seeing...everything I shouldn't. Alright, so maybe it wasn't the best way to manage my, lets call it...condition, but aside from medication or therapy I see no reason why I can't self-medicate a little and if glasses allow me to actually function then I see no harm in that. Aside perhaps, from depriving the female population of this city from the rather lovely blue gold of my eyes, by far my nicest feature. Shame to keep them hidden really. Oh well. I seemed to be able to attract enough women to satisfy myself even without having to batt my eyes at them. Hmm, ironic really, I can seemingly attract any woman I want, or man for that matter (although really that never has been my style) and yet the woman I want, the woman every part of me craves- seems almost immune. One night with Kat was never going to be enough and no amount of rather pointless conquests was going to repair that- I suppose it didn't hurt to try though, after all, I do enjoy women, far more then I am sure I should and yet really, there nothing wrong with a little satisfaction. Besides, I really am rather good at it.

The matter at hand though I suppose, took priority, one hand tucked into my jeans pocket as I kept walking, the other holding my rather exceptional coffee. Why Kat refuses to drink it I have no idea and maybe my ADD really doesn't need the caffeine hit but as far as I am concerned it was taking every ounce of will power I possessed to even be here tonight. Dilapidated, abandoned warehouses belong to...a rather...differently...advantaged WereLeopard was not really my ideal scene, nor did I actually enjoy my chances of finding any attractive women here and to some extent I suppose I found the entire evening a waste of time. As it is I suppose- I need my phone back, even if that means I have to spend an hour or so wandering around this highly unsanitary part of town. God...I should have brought more disinfectant wipes. What? What's wrong with having a decent approach to hygiene? I snorted slightly, taking another sip of my coffee as I strolled down and along the harbour, shrugging my black jacket further over my shoulders and brushing a few loose strands of dark golden hair from my eyes, a pointless effort really as it fell right back. My phone had been dropped around here somewhere I am entirely sure and yet the thought of actually beding to search through...whatever passed as rubbish around here saw my rather pretty features shift into a look that may well have been a frown.

Some part of yourself became vaguely aware I wasn't alone, Hunter senses or whatever it was Kat called them, some inner part of myself assuring me it was a Warlock of some kind and yet I saw no need to pay him any really attention, the man wandering past. Fighting is hardly my thing- let alone killing. Aside from the unfortunate Wererabbit I had accidently backed the wheels of the Maseratti over I have so far managed to kill nothing at all. A stellar record. So shoot me, I'm not a violent guy. I always was more a lover then a fighter. I smirked lightly, amused at my own internal commentary before beginning to trace my steps back up the alleyway where Kat and I had been attacked several nights earlier, assured the phone had to be around here somewhere unless the wolf girl had stolen it. Shame really, she was a pretty thing, or would have been, if not for the scars. I sighed lightly, resigned to the fact that I may, in fact, be forced to touch trash at some point- until a rather familiar jingle caught my attention, the flashing light of my cracked iPone screen flickering from within the darkness as I moved easily to reach it, eyes rolling slightly at my sister number on the screen before hanging up. Oh well- at least I found it and could get out of this...unique part of town, the idea of soap entirely alluring before the scent of smoke actually managed to draw my attention, moving away from the alley to wander towards what was clearly the charred remains of a....something. I scowled slightly, what was left of the sign above the doorway seeming to indicate this had been a bar of sorts, probably the fire we had seen several nights ago and evidently what remained of the Syn nightclub, the vampire bar. Hmm, someone had a grudge. I suppose I should have been paying attention to what was actually around me, rather then charcoal and yet by this point I had become entirely used to people running away from me, rather then approaching, having taken little care to actively search- glasses lifting slightly to better peer at the still smouldering remains of what had been the city's most popular vampire bar.

Shame really, I always thought the dancers here had been cute. Maybe I am a Hunter (or so I'm told) but I see no reason why I can't enjoy other races now, do you?





k o h l
so you want to play with magic?