Monday: November 5, 2007
Who: Dante and Open
When: Mid afternoon
Where: Park Bench/Market Place
What: Enjoying the smell of carnage in the morning

There was something soothing about the smell of coffee interlaced with the pungent smell of blood all around him. There were traces of the attack that occurred yesterday, and the lycanthrope was a bit disappointed that he had missed all the fun. Sadly, it couldn't be helped - he had spent the entire day before exploring the Southern parts of Elysium and the various caves that were in that region. He brought the 'to go' cup to his lips, sipping the hot beverage slowly. It warmed him from the inside, but it was a superficial warmth. There were a few things that made him feel alive and sadly, this was not one of them. But it was comforting... and soothing. Definitely soothing.

His eyes glanced around him slowly. He imagined the 'battle' in his head, and the confused state of all the denizens in the town. It made him chuckle a bit - a low, resonating sound that shook his chest. Dante's voice, coupled with a darkened room, would have been enough to scare the piss out of those with faint hearts. He was not someone that anyone would want to run into in a dark alley. Or maybe he was? He had his moments of kindness, when something tugged at his heart, if you could even call it that. Dante didn't have a heart that he knew of, and he certainly didn't have any emotions. Obsession was the furthest thing he knew, and he had a couple of things on his plate currently occupying his attention.

Dante's breath rose into the air with each exhale. The chill made it visible, and he did it a couple of times in amusement. "You know, there's room on this bench for another," he said suddenly though his voice was calm. A person had approached him, and though he didn't look up to see who it was he knew someone was there. He could smell them, and he heard them as they took steps toward him. It was hard sneaking up on a werewolf, especially one as trained as he was.