And no one really knew it was really you (![]() ![]() @ 2019-02-21 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | marcus wallace, max cialadini, type: thread |
Who: Max Cialadini and Open
What: Max encounters a werewolf attracting a bit too much attention
When: Tuesday, February 19th, late at night (BACKDATED)
Where: Near Wenceslaus Square
Warning: Probably mid to high for violence
This night was always full of activity. In hindsight, he wished he had more than the six days to adjust to this new place. He was still getting the lay of the land and it’s various boundaries. He hadn’t been able to introduce himself to any of the leaders of the various other species about. He wasn’t sure how his presence would be perceived. It would have been a better way to start things.
Still, it ultimately didn’t matter. He didn’t really care if he stepped on toes tonight if it meant keeping things under wraps. He wasn’t concerned with saving anyone, they all had to hunt, but he needed to make sure they were not discovered.
It was just past midnight when he heard a howl. To those who were familiar, the pitch indicated the familiar sound of a hunting werewolf. Moments laughter there was a scream. Several, actually, men and women.
He hated being right.
He moved with haste toward the growing shouts. He could hear the sound of something dropping—a cellphone he picked up on the way—as he noticed a blood trail starting. He managed to turn the corner just as someone else came about. Looks like he wasn’t the only one playing hero tonight.