havenxpierce:
As he waited, he could hear the sound of the shovel against the ground, the heart beating in the distance, followed by a scent. Now, even inhaling such a scent, already had him on edge. There was just something about the smell of Lycans that ticked off something inside him and made him want to cut one in half. His eyes met hers, her body language was already responsive, he noted that her hand was close to her hip, her stance read no proximity, still she had quite the fire to question his whereabouts. Pierce’s gaze was steady, unreadable, his demeanor was calm, cool, deadly relaxed.
“Are you preparing yours?” he replied back in a mono tone, though her reply was amusing at best. What was a Wolf doing alone and at this hour. He was to track her kind, however, nothing in his mission detailed anyone by her description. He had only paused on this road because something was off.
It had to be something about the way he looked at her that pissed her off. Maybe not this one in general but the way some vampires just had the uncanny ability to come off as living statues. It unnerved her and with this one being so calm and stone-faced, didn’t help her come up with any ideas on how to get out of here alive. Some could be tricked and others distracted but he didn’t seem like the type. Whether he’d intentionally come across her path or not she had no doubt in her mind that he intended on letting her leave unharmed. Then again Eris didn’t have the best kind of track record with his type, to begin with, so her encounters usually ended up badly.
It was hard to decipher the motive here, what kept him from immediately attacking as she watched him carefully. There were a good twenty yards between the two and while she knew either of them could cover the distance easily, he hadn’t yet. Was he the kind to toy with his prey? Maybe. As she dropped her hand from her hip and took a few steps into the light Eris decided to take a risk and tried to match his demeanor. “Not quite, I prefer something a little more comfortable.” Arms crossing over her chest as she peered at him with squinted eyes. While her eyesight was quite good in this form, she mentally hit herself and not paying enough attention. She knew this face. This man, or well thing.
“Pierce?”















