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Henry McCoy (i_thebeast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-02-16 01:13:00

Entry tags:

eric northman, henry mccoy, stand still

Prowling for Foodstuffs (Open)
Beast woke up in the a quiet, lightly wooded part of the park. It was comfortable here, but something was wrong. His head lifted, emerging from beneath the blanket he'd curled under over the night. It was a good smelling blanket, but the little female it smelled like was no longer next to him like she had been when he'd passed out.

He scowled deeply, testing the air. She'd been gone for a while, and that was unsettling.

Climbing off the wooden pallet that had been his bed the creature-like man stayed on all fours, stretching out and letting a grunting snarl out as new muscles were called to duty. He felt immensely better, the pain from the night before was almost gone and he was rejuvinated. Now the only thing wrong was his stomach, and the lack of his companion from the night before.

He dropped the blanket, it smelled good and of her so he'd return here to sleep, but he had no use of it if he was going hunting. He followed where his nose hinted she might have gone, leaving the small canopy of trees and heading across the park, still on all fours. He followed her scent until a much stronger one caught his attention, and more importantly, his appetite. A delicious smell coming out of a box with wheels where a few people were gathered. Beast changed his course almost immediately, and was pleased when he didn't have to do anything to scare them off except snarl a bit. The people, one a mother with a small child, took off running, leaving him to stick his fist through the side of the flimsy glass box and get at the lovely pieces of meat roasting inside, stuffing himself full of hotdogs without worry or care about where he was or who was around him.

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i_bite
2012-02-16 10:25 am UTC (link)

Eric wasn't looking for anyone in particular this time. He felt he'd covered all his bases for the most part when it came to freaking out individuals who thought he resided only in the night. At least for now. There was one more he could think of, but it was a different sort of freak out, and he wasn't quite sure he was ready to face Lestat just yet.

But he was still enjoying the daylight. Eric wasn't sure that it would ever get old. Boring. After a thousand years with no sun, he was ready to spend a thousand basking in it.

He came upon the hot dog cart just as the people who had been in line scattered. He watched them run past him, not even looking in his direction as they went. There was something there, now, and he couldn't see it, but it had piqued his interest.

Eric moved around the cart and spotted the strange thing that had clearly been the cause of the panic. He stiffened. His thoughts went automatically to the werewolf trouble everybody had just been through, including himself.

But after a moment, he narrowed his eyes. This creature, whatever it was, didn't have anything to do with the weres. Also, it was blue. Eric was fairly sure that none of the animals that had shown up due to the infection had been absurd colors.

"You don't smell of shifter or were." Eric said to the beast. "But you do smell somewhat familiar."

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i_thebeast
2012-02-16 10:34 am UTC (link)

Beast crouched, eatting his fill and effectively gutting the cart. He scratched at his chest slightly, the thin shirt that had still clung to him was starting to be less shirt and more decorative ribbon, and he didn't like it.

The voice, accompanied by the strange new smell pulled him from his meal, and he stiffened, turning his head slightly and then letting out a low snarl.

He jumped up and onto the top of the cart, his powerful fingers and claws leaving large dents and tears in the cart. Turning, his fur stood a little straighter and he let out a warning growl, testing the air and pausing. The smell triggered something inside. Wariness, but also hatred. He straightened and then readied himself for the stranger to move, yellow eyes locked on the other like a predator sizing up his opponent.

	i_thebeast 2012-02-16 02:15 pm UTC (link)
	Hank gave him a sharp look. "You will never step foot in my lab so long as I draw breath," he glowered, pulling himself up to sit on the countertop. "And I listen to the advise of those I respect. Your opinion means nothing to me, however, and I'm not bound to it. I'll look after myself and keep the company I like, which excludes the present." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_bite 2012-02-19 09:02 am UTC (link)
	"What friends of yours have I used or abused?" Eric asked with honest curiosity. What people could they have in common? He knew that the City was a truly small place in the end, that it was impossible to keep from running into everyone eventually, but it was still interesting for him to hear who had met whom. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)