As he so often did, Ripfang sat perched atop the roof of a five story building overlooking the vast cityscape of London as dusk gave way to night. Ever since slipping free of his bonds and smuggling himself aboard merchant freighters to get overseas, the wolf had remained in his old stomping grounds, comforting himself with the familiar. The smells of smog, smoky taverns, and fresh rain caressed his senses like a cashmere blanket, mentally transporting him to another place and time … before everything went so wrong. It was a bittersweet sort of homecoming, but he’d happily abide the underlying sting if it meant being able to recapture even the faintest glimmer of normalcy. Well … as much as possible, for someone who had to remain completely hidden from the public eye, at least.
He knew he couldn’t remain there indefinitely, but … for the time being, he was still trying to gain his emotional bearings. It had been less than a month since his escape. He hadn’t yet figured out what to do with himself. So long as he could stay several steps ahead of Talon, however, he was in no hurry.
Reaching into the pocket of his shorts, he withdrew a box of cigarettes and a metal lighter, plucking one of the former out from the box between his lips before lighting the end of it with the latter. Pocketing both once more, he rested his back against against a heavy pipe as he took a long drag of his cigarette and blew a slow lazy swirl of smoke. Peaceful moments like this had become almost sacred to the wolf, savoring them after the long and agonizing ordeal he had endured at Talon’s hands. Now he was his own man, figuratively speaking, free to live as he saw fit.
For the moment, at least, Ripfang was convinced that he was alone upon that rooftop.
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It had been no trouble, easier than breathing and naturally second nature, for the woman to track him down. What good would she be if she couldn’t keep an eye on those that interested her. Subjects and ‘comrades’, partners in crime as they say. Although when it came to Moira, the bit about being ‘partners’ was always debatable.
“I see you’re doing well. It was right of me to keep my eyes on you.” The voice seemed to come before the form, body swirling in a dark mist for a brief moment; a smile settled upon her thin lips. A smile, yes. But one that would part lips soon enough to bare a pair of fangs that could trap any prey she desired.
She stood away from him a while, allowing him a chance to rant and rave if he wished, to curse and flee as he might. Not that she minded. Moira found it fascinating, the reactions of those with little to lose.
“Allow me to speak, though I know you may loathe to. I am here to offer you a proposition. Not that you are in any place to refuse my offer. But, for... let’s say, the sake of peace; shall I continue?”
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