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Matthew sat still in place, lightly blinking as he waited for the other to give him a proper responce. Perhaps the other was shy. He could relate to that. Though the calm that showed on his face quickly changed to a look of surprise when the man mentioned the flesh-trade. Matthew’s eyes widened as he quickly looked around them, making sure no one heard the other. He didn’t know how someone could be relaxed around soo many humans around. Leaning in close he whispered in such a low tone that it caused his words to hiss out.

"You shouldn’t speak such things so casually in public places." He then quickly looked over his shoulder before returning his attention back to the other. "I..I can. But not here." Matthew then sat up, rubbing the side of his arm. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.

kirklandpawn

Arthur’s eyes lit up. Bingo.

"Not a problem, I understand. Perhaps you know some restaurant with isolated enough booths somewhere nearby? I’d be happy to pay for libations for during our discourse." He shuffled his wings back into place. Blast, they were dreadfully uncomfortable now. "Unless that is not suitable, of course, in which case my accommodations are not terribly far…ah, I sound terrible. Forgive any unintended subtext, I’m out of practice with delicate conversation.

"By the way, I should introduce myself. Arthur Kirkland," he said, extending a chilly grey hand. "Man of the world, and more specifically West England."

gluttonouscrimson

With the way the other spoke, Matthew couldn't help but to feel both impressed and a bit amused. The other was being rather polite and that was refreshing. A small shy-like smirk tugged at his lips as the man caught himself from speaking something that could've been misinterpreted as something completely different. Taking Arthur's had in greeting he noticed how cool to the touch he was. It didn't bother him. He was quite use to the cold. In fact it was rather comforting.

"Matthew. Matthew Williams. Canadian. It's nice to ah.. meet you." He felt a little silly for being soo formal infront of the other. Taking his hand back he gave a quick glance around their surroundings.

"Perhaps at a place with not soo many... people." Matthew didn't mind talking to Arthur but he was nervous about the idea of a human over hearing something that they shouldn't.

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Silently he cursed to himself. He didn’t want to spend him time chasing what stole from him. Plus, taking and opening someone elses mail was illegal. Not that it was really important to him, but it was the princaple of it. Staring right into the shadows he saw two glowing orbs, eyes.The bones in his hands cracked as he slowly clenched them. Stretching his fingers out straight, his finger nails grew out a bit as well as his fingers. Even though he wasn’t looking for a fight, he wasn’t against self defence. There was a spring to his step as he quickly moved into the shadows to follow the other. Stress was begining to get to him. The air around him grew colder and his breath became fogged. It wasn’t long until he came to the dead end. In doing so he finally caught up with his thief. His violet eyes shifted to his damaged bag and over to the unnatural wolf infront of him. He was pretty sure what package he was carrying was now damaged or destroyed. Not keeping his eyes off of the other, he walked over to his bag. Picking it up by the strap, he saw that it was indeed torn and ripped. He let the strap slip from his hand, dropping the bag back on the ground. His head shook a bit as he stared down the other without fear. He didn’t really know what to feel at the moment. “Why did you have to go and do that?” Matthew’s voice came out a little harsher than it should.

thebarghestofbaskerville

The wolf shivered, snorting as the air around it got colder the closer the other being got to it. She barred her teeth letting out a snarl as she looked up. Something was off with this guy. Her snarl soon caught in her throat as her ears folded down and a whimper was let out. She lowed her body so her stomach was just hovering over the ground as her tail curled in between her legs. "I-I was…hungry……and it smelt good….whatever it was…." her voice was more of dog’s whine then actual words. She flinched as he dropped the bag back down. She really wasn’t expecting him to come after her. And really wasn’t expecting for him to not have been human.

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The muscles in his body tightened as the wolf before him responded aggressively, readying himself for an attack. Though when he saw the immediate change in the other’s attitude he forced himself to relax. Hearing her whine and of her hunger, Matthew let up on his power. The air started to warm up and the icy look in his eyes dissipated. He knew how horrible hunger was and he couldn’t get angry at her for trying to eat. Reaching back down to his bag he opened it. Taking the damaged package out, he tossed it to her.

"I really shouldn’t be doing this but… take it." It was already damaged, he couldn’t deliever it. He could always say it was lost in sorting. A heavy sigh left him. He felt guilty for giving away someone elses package, but he couldn’t go on his way knowing that he ignored her hunger.

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Stuff of nightmares

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The last thing Matthew would expect was someone stealing his package that he was to deliver. So imagine his surprise as he was blind sided by a wolf creature who relieved him of said package. His feet quickly stopped, skidding to a halt. He watched as the theif ran off into a dark alley. Matthew felt his jaw clenched as stress and annoyance started to flood his body. Wolf or not, he was going to get back what was his, even if it ended up in tatters. Digging his toes into the ground, he quickly ran over to where he saw the wolf go. He knew that it was some sort of non human and he just hoped that he could resolve this without having to resort to violence.

Running to the entrance of the alley, his eyes scaned the area for any movement. There wasn’t much place to hide or to run to.

"I… I know you’re in here." Matthew attempted to make himself sound angry, though is voice came out sounding soft. "Give my bag back now and I’ll look the other way." Matthew began to slowly walk further into the alley way.

thebarghestofbaskerville

Normally she wouldn’t revert to stealing but for whatever reason she was quite hungry. Quite proud of herself and sure that no one was going to bother following she stopped, shaking her head hopeful to tear the bag open to get to whatever it was that smelt so good inside. However she paused hearing the voice. The fur on the back of her neck bristled up. There was something about how soft the voice was that unnerved her. Jaw still locked around the parcel she took a few steps back hoping the shadows would hide her, even if her eyes were glowing green. Quickly she turned around tail swishing as she was ready to bolt off. However the ally had different plans and she ran full force into the dead end. Whimpering she dropped the bag and pawed at her snout, trying to get out of the daze before going quiet. Turning back around to face the way she came she hoped the other would just leave. Now she was certainly having second doubts about taking the bag.

gluttonouscrimson

Silently he cursed to himself. He didn't want to spend him time chasing what stole from him. Plus, taking and opening someone elses mail was illegal. Not that it was really important to him, but it was the princaple of it. Staring right into the shadows he saw two glowing orbs, eyes.The bones in his hands cracked as he slowly clenched them. Stretching his fingers out straight, his finger nails grew out a bit as well as his fingers. Even though he wasn't looking for a fight, he wasn't against self defence. There was a spring to his step as he quickly moved into the shadows to follow the other. Stress was begining to get to him. The air around him grew colder and his breath became fogged. It wasn't long until he came to the dead end. In doing so he finally caught up with his thief. His violet eyes shifted to his damaged bag and over to the unnatural wolf infront of him. He was pretty sure what package he was carrying was now damaged or destroyed. Not keeping his eyes off of the other, he walked over to his bag. Picking it up by the strap, he saw that it was indeed torn and ripped. He let the strap slip from his hand, dropping the bag back on the ground. His head shook a bit as he stared down the other without fear. He didn't really know what to feel at the moment. "Why did you have to go and do that?" Matthew's voice came out a little harsher than it should.

#thebarghestofbaskerville

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As the sidewalk started to become more busy, Matthew slowly raised his hand to gently stroke his arm. Even though no one even looked his way or even bothered him, he felt as if he was tresspassing. Which in fact was a ridiculous idea to even believe in. He had every right to be here as the next person.

Movement caught his eye as a figure sat down next to him. Instantly he tensed but only for a second. His nose twitched slightly as he took in a quick sniff. He smelt stone and a lingering gentle scent. Hearing the person next to him speak, Matthew turned around. This person was obiously not human. Matthew physically relaxed, his shoulders lowering a bit.

"You need help?" He asked in his soft voice. His head turned slightly to the side in curiousity.

kirklandpawn

Arthur bristled slightly, shocked at the voice, and turned to look at Matthew. If he could have turned red from his embarrassment at talking to himself, he would have.

"Ah, no no, I’m fine…" Arthur started, his voice trailing off. Oh, for goodness sake. He was going off in his old age. Though he had to admit, this was the best glamour he’d seen outside of Europe. He’d have to write Roderich to rub it in his face.

"Actually," he lowered his voice, "I don’t suppose you could tell me about the fascinating flesh-trade I’ve heard was put in place in this city? In all my centuries, I haven’t encountered something like it.” He flexed his wings under his jacket wide enough for Matthew to see, giving a little smirk.

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Matthew sat still in place, lightly blinking as he waited for the other to give him a proper responce. Perhaps the other was shy. He could relate to that. Though the calm that showed on his face quickly changed to a look of surprise when the man mentioned the flesh-trade. Matthew's eyes widened as he quickly looked around them, making sure no one heard the other. He didn't know how someone could be relaxed around soo many humans around. Leaning in close he whispered in such a low tone that it caused his words to hiss out.

"You shouldn't speak such things so casually in public places." He then quickly looked over his shoulder before returning his attention back to the other. "I..I can. But not here." Matthew then sat up, rubbing the side of his arm. He should've just kept his mouth shut.

#englishstone

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Living in a large city was often hard at times. More people, well actually more like more humans to look out for. Keeping ones identity could be difficult in this new time of age. Though, with this newer time came ignorance. Something that many non humans are relieved about. The belief in the supernatural and the other worldly was laughable to the humans. So maybe in a way, living in this time was actually much easier. But with it came strict rules to keep their identities safe. Even though many of them could easily kill a human, they were no match for human technology and weaponry and they were easily out numbered. Feet dangled over the edge of a high rise Hotel. Sitting on the edge he leaned back slightly. Breathing in slowly through his nose, Matthew closed his eyes as he arched his face to the night sky. He tried to ignore the pungent smell of car exhaust and the odd smells that the city accumulated. Even in his more humanoid form, his sense of smell was still top notch. He was more focused on the light cool breeze that drifted along the roof tops of the tall buildings. A hand came down to lightly hold the bag that was against his side. He was a messenger. A deliverer. It was his job among the monster population and he was good at it. Being able to hide among humans, his unnatural speed and agility all came in handy for such a job. He loved jumping along the roof tops, leaping from fire escapes, climbing walls like some parkour expert. Working at night time made his easy for him to travel unnoticed. The worst that could happen was that he would catch the corner of someone’s eye. But by the time they took a second look, he would’ve been long gone. Sighing, he stood up from his spot. He was completely unaffected by how close his feet were from the edge. Walking over to the center of the roof, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out two pieces of paper. One was a ticket for his ration of human meat. These tickets were only given to those who needed to eat humans. Normally the humans used were escaped convicts, amputated limbs from the hospital, missing bodies, etc. The other piece of paper was the address of where he had to deliver the package. Giving it a once over, he ran off into the direction of his last delivery.

thebarghestofbaskerville

One of the only real good things about being a Barghest was the fact that they were spirit like creatures with an ability to seemingly disappear out of thin air and reappear somewhere else suddenly. That’s true in a sort of way. As a Barghest Alice had the ability to rip open a seam between two dimensions. One called reality, where humans roamed and another that looked exactly like reality only all black and grey hues with a white sky, red water and no signs of life and it is through this realm that a Barghest usually travels through to get from point A to point B. Jumping through the seam that she ripped she shook her body and sniffed the air, snout crinkling from the more then unpleasant smell. Behind her the portal seemed to melt away as it no longer ceased to exist. A cat yowled, jumping down from a garbage can made her growl as her predatory instincts kicked in. She was hungry and the darkness made it perfect to hunt something down. She didn’t need to kill anyone. Maybe just find something and snatch it. Something easy. Sniffing the trash she was repulsed and forced out of the ally until something caught her attention. Drifting on the wind was an alluring smell. She couldn’t quite name it but it was enough to make her drool. No one would believe someone who said that a large wolf jumped out and snatched their food in the middle of a city. It didn’t take long for her to track down the scent and lucky for her was that the scent was upwind. Leaping up her jowl open, her teeth clenched the bag that was at the other’s side, ripping it away easily as she bounded off through the shadows of the alley. Not once bothering to look at the ‘person’ she just stole from, nor smelling his scent, nor even noticing just how fast he was traveling. She was hungry and that was that.

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Running to the entrance of the alley, his eyes scaned the area for any movement. There wasn't much place to hide or to run to.

"I... I know you're in here." Matthew attempted to make himself sound angry, though is voice came out sounding soft. "Give my bag back now and I'll look the other way." Matthew began to slowly walk further into the alley way.

#thebarghestofbaskerville

kirklandpawn

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english-stone:

To say the least, Matthew was happy that he wasn’t paid by the hour. He would’ve been dirt poor if he was. His employer was more than happy to have him on board as a carrier. Though, that left him plenty of free time. Time that he usually spent by himself. It was boring. He wasn’t very good at amusing himself.

Having delieverd his last package, he slowed himself down. He was in no hurry. What was the point of rushing back to call it a day when he had nothing better to do to pass the time. Peering from the shadows in an alley way, he made sure that there wasn’t too many people on the street. Glasses helped cover his almost luminescent violet eyes. Even with his hunger under control and with his ablity to change to his previous human form, Matthew still felt awkward being surrounded by soo many humans. The idea of him loosing control terrified him. Gently rubbing the side of his arm, he slowly walked out onto the sidewalk. Spotting a bench, he walked over to it and and sat down. Opening his wallet, he pulled out his ration ticket. Matthew ran his thumb over the piece of paper. It was odd for a Wendigo to rely on a system for the food he needed but he saw the importance of it. Though, he did miss it. The chase. The hunt.

A heavy sigh left him as he felt almost.. hollow inside. Not depressed. Just.. empty. And he hadn’t the slightest clue of what to fill it up with.

kirklandpawn

Arthur was about to sigh, call it a day, and return to his hostess’ dinner table when he suddenly felt it. A tiny, almost insignificant chill ran down his spine, feeling of something ancient but weakened over time. His eyes lit up, and he sped up his pace in the general direction of the feeling.

It wasn’t long before he found himself on a crowded sidewalk, the presence feeling imminently there but impossible to place. With a sigh, he sat next to a disheveled man on a bench. It was entirely irritating, the one time he actively looks for someone, they’re nowhere to be found.

"Ah, bugger it all," he muttered, pulling a pocket guide to the city out of his pocket. "Surely there must be some place I’ve missed."

Damn, the feeling was strong.

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"You need help?" He asked in his soft voice. His head turned slightly to the side in curiousity.

#englishstone

kirklandpawn

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Arthur had been travelling through the Americas for some time before he actually decided to stop by one of the big cities. Cities, he found, were distasteful compared to the countryside; even the times he had traveled to London he found himself wrinkling his snout in irritation and sulking in parks or coffee shops.

However, this city fascinated him. He had heard of a system of sorts in place for beasts within the country, centralized from here, that served beings of more…unusual tastes. Of course, this meant Arthur had to find it. He wasn’t one who would need their more morbid services—when it came down to it, he could eat lunch meat, or pebbles, or nothing at all and still thrive—but its functionality was something he could only think of as being utterly brilliant.

Of course, finding it was another matter. He had dumped his belongings in the room he rented from a nice B&B with the lovliest centerpieces and started on his trek around the city for some sign, any sign of other monsters in the place. Sadly, he couldn’t smell the slightest whiff of magic or musk or even flesh on the air.

gluttonouscrimson

To say the least, Matthew was happy that he wasn't paid by the hour. He would've been dirt poor if he was. His employer was more than happy to have him on board as a carrier. Though, that left him plenty of free time. Time that he usually spent by himself. It was boring. He wasn't very good at amusing himself.

Having delieverd his last package, he slowed himself down. He was in no hurry. What was the point of rushing back to call it a day when he had nothing better to do to pass the time. Peering from the shadows in an alley way, he made sure that there wasn't too many people on the street. Glasses helped cover his almost luminescent violet eyes. Even with his hunger under control and with his ablity to change to his previous human form, Matthew still felt awkward being surrounded by soo many humans. The idea of him loosing control terrified him. Gently rubbing the side of his arm, he slowly walked out onto the sidewalk. Spotting a bench, he walked over to it and and sat down. Opening his wallet, he pulled out his ration ticket. Matthew ran his thumb over the piece of paper. It was odd for a Wendigo to rely on a system for the food he needed but he saw the importance of it. Though, he did miss it. The chase. The hunt.

A heavy sigh left him as he felt almost.. hollow inside. Not depressed. Just.. empty. And he hadn't the slightest clue of what to fill it up with.

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Living in a large city was often hard at times. More people, well actually more like more humans to look out for. Keeping ones identity could be difficult in this new time of age. Though, with this newer time came ignorance. Something that many non humans are relieved about. The belief in the supernatural and the other worldly was laughable to the humans. So maybe in a way, living in this time was actually much easier. But with it came strict rules to keep their identities safe. Even though many of them could easily kill a human, they were no match for human technology and weaponry and they were easily out numbered. Feet dangled over the edge of a high rise Hotel. Sitting on the edge he leaned back slightly. Breathing in slowly through his nose, Matthew closed his eyes as he arched his face to the night sky. He tried to ignore the pungent smell of car exhaust and the odd smells that the city accumulated. Even in his more humanoid form, his sense of smell was still top notch. He was more focused on the light cool breeze that drifted along the roof tops of the tall buildings. A hand came down to lightly hold the bag that was against his side. He was a messenger. A deliverer. It was his job among the monster population and he was good at it. Being able to hide among humans, his unnatural speed and agility all came in handy for such a job. He loved jumping along the roof tops, leaping from fire escapes, climbing walls like some parkour expert. Working at night time made his easy for him to travel unnoticed. The worst that could happen was that he would catch the corner of someone's eye. But by the time they took a second look, he would've been long gone. Sighing, he stood up from his spot. He was completely unaffected by how close his feet were from the edge. Walking over to the center of the roof, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out two pieces of paper. One was a ticket for his ration of human meat. These tickets were only given to those who needed to eat humans. Normally the humans used were escaped convicts, amputated limbs from the hospital, missing bodies, etc. The other piece of paper was the address of where he had to deliver the package. Giving it a once over, he ran off into the direction of his last delivery.

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what do you look like

…. hmm?

Matthew slowly turns his head to look at the anon he had just heard. There was something unatural about they way his violet eyes reflected the light in the area. His skin was pale as though untouched by the sun. Copper blonde hair cascaded down the sides of his head in waves. A single curl protruded from the beginning of where his hair parted. Matthew’s hands twitched, unsure about the attention he was getting. Fingers curled, hiding his short pointed finger nails into the palm of his hands. A tongue darted out far enough to quickly lick at his top lip, only for it to quickly slip back into his mouth.

This isn’t prey…

He had to remind himself that anons are a curious lot and not a threat… unless provoked. Straightening himself up, he stood at full hight. It was easy to tell that he was already taller than the other. Slowly he walked over to the anon. This human wanted to know what he looked like. Matthew could only imagine that the other wanted to see his true self.

His limbs slowly began to shift and stretch. His body began to morph into his Wendigo form. The clothes he was wearing began to pull tightly at his body as he grew taller. Nails grew out further from his finger tips, long and sharp. His arms were longer and the skin was pulled tightly over his muscles. Lips peeled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth. His eyes held hunger in them, holding such an piercing gaze. Two twisted antler protrusions stuck out from his head like knarled dead branches.

Matthew kept walking towards the anon until the other backed up against the wall. With inhuman speed, he pinned the other there by placing his hands on the wall beside the other’s head. Slowly he lowered his head, his slender nose twitching as he took in the other’s scent. A low chirup echoed deep in his throat as studied the other’s face.

“Thisss is what I look like….”

His voice rasped out in a soft airy murmur.

((Ehhh. I hope that is what you wanted *bows* Sorry for any spelling mistakes. ))

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