spring has undoubtedly arrived, as effectively noticeable by rising temperatures, and although appreciative of everything coming back to life, spring unfortunately means restrictive hours for certain creatures to roam the streets. more so, as wonho forcefully is excluded to lead a life in the darkness in general. well, it is not quite like that, but that is what the common mortal would typically believe, should they converse and gossip about supernatural beings in which most of the human population believes to be characters of tales, who does not exist.
false claims like those made it all easier to blend in with society, for wonho’s real identity does supposedly not exist, and since he can indulge in sunlight from time to time, he obviously isn’t anything but an ordinary human. to be fair, he doesn’t enjoy his stay in the sunrays, which are allegedly dangerous to him, as he once almost was fatally harmed by them. yes, it’s true, they are indeed unsafe for beings such as himself, to some extent– and that is why wonho usually prefer to step outside once the sun has set, and live as a so-called night walker.
it does not stop him from exploring, however, for wonho is a curious man to the very bone, not to mention, he has certain needs. it’s why he ultimately decided to attend the popular yeouido psychic fair tonight, knowing perfectly well that tonight is as good as any, if not even better, to find what his heart desires, what his body requires. food, sustenance– and, he wants it fresh. wonho has come to understand that there are incresing numbers of humans willing to pose as donors, which is precisely what he needs as a previous arrangement came to end.
they are easy to spot, especially to someone like him, although they firmly believe that they do blend well with the crowd, so wonho easily found a female of age, who he positively considers to be splendidly fitting for his desires. he is midway into seducing the young woman with quite a lucrative deal when a familiar scent gains his attention instead. “ah… song daehyun.”
He could feel an impending headache arise from the base of his neck. It was that time of the year when unholy beings roamed around the crowded streets parading around as humans in order to have some normalcy in their lives. Yet as he looks around the alert hunters policing the event, Nox could not help that they too wore a mask of deceit.
Under his watchful gaze and close orders of his team, he reigns in their disgust and bloodthirsty. To think with so many creatures around them, it was the Song Clan who could rival the vampires when it comes to blood and in par with werewolves for a taste of gore. He often wondered if the witches would simply take over the petty lower beings but than again the fickle magicians prefer to have a plaything. Case proven as he dodges a family of familiar making their way towards the teller’s stall.
With an exasperated sigh, he wonders around the edge of the festival, patrolling around the darker corners and sudden alleyways for anything suspicious. He was somewhat surprised but not disappointed when he stumbled upon a scene. Rolling his eyes, he calmly walks to the intimately looking pair, there was no point of being stealthy despite his silent stride when he knows Wonho has already picked up his presences.
“You’re not supposed to play with your food.” He says barely above a whisper, halting beside them and effectively blocking the view of the duo from the rest of the crowd. The last thing Nox needed was to alert any hunters of what was taking place. Although he is sure that Wonho and he would be able to take anyone on, he rather not be called in by Master Song that evening.
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