So he knows me, the feral thought as he nodded towards the green man. Shapeshifter too... he thought as he watched the stretching arm.
He followed the two forms across the property; he didn't dash but rather walked forward at a leisurely pace. Keep it low key.
He still felt it; that feeling in his mind, as if he were in a masquerade and his mask was ripped away. "He knows ya..." No, he doesn't!.... really wish I had some fuckin' bourbon.
That one o'me woulda threatened that kid... the thought churned through his head; he shook his head as his gaze dropped away from the fleeing young guys. He didn't pay attention to the red-cloaked man's panicked words... That wasn't me. Not ever. I don't harm innocents.
As he walked into the grove where the two men stood, he raised his hands. The thick sourness of fear overpowered the fragrance of pine; he saw the muscles in the younger man's body spasm in terror. "I'm not gonna hurt ya." He kept his tone neutral and devoid of anger.