Who: Lorne Hargrave and Azalea Lerner Where: South Bronx, New York When: Saturday 4th November What: The full moon is here and wolves come out to play. Warnings: Probably violence. I mean, it’s Fenrir.
Lorne was never particularly fond of cities. Sure there were loads of people there, easy prey really, but there were also loads of people there. If you stayed in one too long, and sometimes that could be just a few hours, the humans got wary. Before you knew it they were coming after you. The biggest ones had their advantages though. It was easy to blend into the crowd during the day and become lost. Just another dot on the population chart for that day. No one really cared in the big cities. They ignored neighbors, and most of the time, if they could help it they ignored the sounds of someone in trouble. No one wanted that trouble to turn on them. That was the best advantage to them.
Even though he disliked these urban landscapes tonight he found himself in the Bronx loitering while he waited for the moonrise. Tonight it was well after sunset, long enough for it to get nice and dark, long enough that people would be less courageous. There weren’t many good places in New York City for a man to shed his skin and become a beast. Certainly, this part of the Bronx was no different. He had to make do with obscured playgrounds and darkened alleys. He wasn’t here just for fun, as much as one could consider what he did ‘fun’. It had become apparent that a large number of the reincarnates who had been affiliated with the Order of the Phoenix had taken up residence in the city. It was just too tempting to pass up on that.
Of course, he would have much preferred to go after Fenrir’s personal pet project. Remus Lupin. Such a wonderful little wolf to play with. To do so directly would have given him great satisfaction, but it was too soon for that. Besides, Adrienne had her hands full with that little group right now. He’d have to ask her permission if he had any designs on them just to make sure she didn’t lash out with a killing curse in one of the unpredictable rages Bellatrix was always famed for. He wasn’t ready to be her lapdog just yet though, and he had patience enough to wait it out. He’d just get at Remus sideways.
The girl, the one who had been friends with Harry Potter. She lived here too. But she wasn’t surrounded 24/7 by insipid little cronies. She was interested in her schooling and throwing herself in front of the cruel fist of authority to make the world a better place, or whatever insufferable reasoning she had come up with. On this night, after his change, he slunk through half-empty streets, keeping to shadows and convenient alleys while he stalked his prey. As he drew closer, her scent in his nose, a low growl emanated from his maw. He could almost taste her soft flesh. Just a little longer and he’d have her throat in his jaws.