Where the Weres Stalk

Fail to follow your instincts And the only result Is Pain

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Shadow of a Stranger| Open

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“My therapist says I need stability, security. I’m paranoid and eventually the stress is going to make my heart give out, that’s what hyper-vigilance does. It makes me overly tired even if I haven’t done anything all day because of all the adrenaline spikes.” He sighed. “You are the only person I’ve had this long of a conversation with besides my therapist since I’ve been in the states.” He chuckled. “Maybe travelling around and not killing people would do me some good, I dunno.”

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“Stability? Like an anchor right?” The shifter joked, resting the mug in his lap. “I’m a nomad, I go all over the states, all over the world really. Taking little jobs in the cities and towns I stay near, just to get me by until I want to move again. I can’t stay in many places for long.. I’ve got to eat.” Vikal frowns at his statement, knowing it would completely conflict with Baron’s idea of ‘not’ killing. The shapeshifter’s source of food was human meat, nothing else really got him by, unless he was starving.

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Shadow of a Stranger| Open

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“I was born and raised here–well, no, not here but in this country, yes. I’ve only been back here a year since I was taken.” He sighed. “I landed in New York and haven’t looked back. I live in a hotel room because there is one door and one window and they are on the same wall. I go by Baron Von Tod because that’s what I was called, that’s the name they gave me in Russian translated into German.” He swirled his glass feeling the alcohol hit his veins. “The Baron of death.”

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Vikal listened to them in silence, sipping at his beer while they spoke, frowning when the other mention the living conditions he had. Perhaps the shifter was spoiled or had grown accustomed to being so far from people, that he didn’t really understand why the other would live like that, even after the explanation. “I hardly understand that, but perhaps it’s because I hardly live my life around humans,” he admits, downing the last of the beer and ordering another. “Have you ever thought to get away from the cities and get away from other of your kind?” His question was innocent, but he felt the air of the other would mask it’s true intentions.

[southern-jellybean]

“I came to New York to lose myself. For a fresh start. Around others I have an advantage. I know what to look for, I know how to avoid danger. Stuck in a cabin all by myself would make me crazy from all the silence. You don’t do that kind of thing unless you want silence on purpose, unless you’re hiding.” He explained. “I got away from what I wanted to get away from now I’m trying to find something.” He sipped his drink. “Now I just need to find out what that thing is.”

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“I suppose you do have a point there,” He admits, pulling the now full mug closer to him, though he hesitated to drink. “Well, have you any idea what you could be looking for?” This time the shifter turned his back to the bar, leaning against the edge. He’d placed his hands onto the seat, swaying his feet absently. “It would make sense if you knew where you might want to start.” Vikal was trying to make light of the air surrounding them, wanting to be more playful.

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“If you don’ know where you’re, any road will take you there.” He sipped his drink. “That’s what someone once said and I think that’s true about a lot of things but not everything. I need to find something fulfilling, rewarding. Something I’m good at but also something that won’t remind me too much of what I used to do ya know?” He shook his head. “Maybe I’ll never find my place.” He looked at Vikal and shrugged. “Maybe there’s no place out there for someone like me.” He shrugged. “That might not be such a bad thing though. I could hope from thing to thing, place to place and see all the sights and what life has to offer. It wouldn’t break my heart.”

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“Drifting is not for everyone,” Vikal sighed deeply, dropping his head to think for several moments. “But, it’s something I know and live.” He turned his attention back to Baron, giving the other another once over. “It might be better than the same thing, over and over again.” Company would be preferable to prowling alone, but the shifter was unsure of how to suggest it without coming on too strong. He decides to take a few good swigs of the beer in place of continuing to speak.

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“I wouldn’t really know all that much.”  The shifter laughed softly, “I don’t get to bars often, or near people who would speak to me.”  With a smile, the sandy haired Norwegian turned to look at the other, giving him a once over. “What brings you?”

“No? Why’s that? You don’t seem to have any glaring flaws.” His tone is light and jovial. But the joke does give the Traveler a chance to look his company over, if only superficially. 

“Me? Came for a drink. Best one in town, apparently.” As if on cue the bartender brings over a beer from their draft selection. He’d asked that she surprise him. It looks dark. Maybe an English Porter. “… Remains to be seen.” He nods a thank you to the bartender and stares at the glass tentatively before taking a deep swill.

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Vikal couldn’t help himself as he laughed at their comment, gaze falling to the floor before shifting back up and around. “It’s my size, or my air, if you’re most people. Seems I come off a bit ‘dangerous’ to folks,” he gave little air quotes, relaxing more from the rather cheerful air that surrounded the two. “Well, I’ve come to not be too picky on Bars,” his own admission did emit a dark undertone, as he wanted to omit the reasoning for his dislike of being surrounded by people, or around humans in general. “I rarely like to be near them, unless I am being paid to kick out the unruly patrons.” 

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Stumble

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The shifter was amused at the obvious signs of fear and hesitation the men showed towards him. It seems that they had some shred of sense. Under normal circumstances he would take all of them on, but the bare handed kill he’d done just a couple hours before had tired him out. He wanted to resolve this quickly and be left alone to his meal. Buy and sell. The more he stood there, the more they spoke. Gossip boys, kids who talk far too much, he laughed at the thought. “You’re being paid for the girl?” He asks, knowing the answer was painfully obvious. He didn’t care that a gun was pointed at him, nor did he care that he was outnumbered, he cared that he was interrupted. Ultimately it’s their fault that the girl ran and encountered him. Logically, he thought, if they are gone, the whole situation blows over and he gets to finish. He’d planned to try to pay them a fraction more for her, but when the two smaller males took steps closer, he snapped. Vikal growled at the men, a low and guttural sound, whilst his muscles and bone cracked and snapped. The sound of his bones, even his own cries echoed off the trees as his body contorted and reshaped to that of a towering Grizzly. Once settled, the shifter snarled at the trio, baring his large canines at them. No doubt they could pierce bone and snap their spines with ease, if he made the attempt, but he continued to stand behind the girl, his fur was a light brown and sandy blond mixture, height towering over the her even on all four of his legs.

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Shojo outright screamed as Vikal transformed behind her into a towering grizzly bear. She took a few steps backwards but found herself closer to the men. They moved to reach for her but they weren’t going to take another step closer to the giant bear now growling at them. 

“Hurry up!” the leader barked. “Grab her and let’s get out of here!” 

The lackey with more common sense stayed right where he was but the other jumped in closer and grabbed Shojo by the arm, pulling her towards them. She stumbled and fell as he started to drag her away kicking and crying. The man tried to hook his arm around her neck, holding tightly to shut her up and make her more compliant. 

The leader opened fire on Vikal to try and by his lackey some time. 

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He hadn’t really had the chance to move when he felt the first bullet come in contact with his left shoulder. The pain was excruciating, mostly because the bullet didn’t penetrate very far, but thanks to the recent meal, his regeneration was quick to expel the foreign object and close the wound before the shifter had dug his claws into the earth and lunged at the source of the shot. At this point, after being shot, he hardly cared what happened to anyone in this situation. Vikal’s instincts had become purely focused on his own survival and well being.  He much disliked being shot. Seconds after his lunge, the Bear’s massive claws came down onto the man, tearing the skin with ease, from shoulder to hip. The scent of Blood fills the clearing as the man’s intestines spill from his gut -- he wouldn’t die immediately, but he would be in excruciating pain until he bled out, or died from his organs being torn and exposed. 

[southern-jellybean]

Shadow of a Stranger| Open

[southern-jellybean]

“I was born and raised here–well, no, not here but in this country, yes. I’ve only been back here a year since I was taken.” He sighed. “I landed in New York and haven’t looked back. I live in a hotel room because there is one door and one window and they are on the same wall. I go by Baron Von Tod because that’s what I was called, that’s the name they gave me in Russian translated into German.” He swirled his glass feeling the alcohol hit his veins. “The Baron of death.”

[revbrxnn-blog]

Vikal listened to them in silence, sipping at his beer while they spoke, frowning when the other mention the living conditions he had. Perhaps the shifter was spoiled or had grown accustomed to being so far from people, that he didn’t really understand why the other would live like that, even after the explanation. “I hardly understand that, but perhaps it’s because I hardly live my life around humans,” he admits, downing the last of the beer and ordering another. “Have you ever thought to get away from the cities and get away from other of your kind?” His question was innocent, but he felt the air of the other would mask it’s true intentions.

[southern-jellybean]

“I came to New York to lose myself. For a fresh start. Around others I have an advantage. I know what to look for, I know how to avoid danger. Stuck in a cabin all by myself would make me crazy from all the silence. You don’t do that kind of thing unless you want silence on purpose, unless you’re hiding.” He explained. “I got away from what I wanted to get away from now I’m trying to find something.” He sipped his drink. “Now I just need to find out what that thing is.”

[revbrxnn-blog]

“I suppose you do have a point there,” He admits, pulling the now full mug closer to him, though he hesitated to drink. “Well, have you any idea what you could be looking for?” This time the shifter turned his back to the bar, leaning against the edge. He’d placed his hands onto the seat, swaying his feet absently. “It would make sense if you knew where you might want to start.” Vikal was trying to make light of the air surrounding them, wanting to be more playful.

[southern-jellybean]

Shadow of a Stranger| Open

[southern-jellybean]

“I was born and raised here–well, no, not here but in this country, yes. I’ve only been back here a year since I was taken.” He sighed. “I landed in New York and haven’t looked back. I live in a hotel room because there is one door and one window and they are on the same wall. I go by Baron Von Tod because that’s what I was called, that’s the name they gave me in Russian translated into German.” He swirled his glass feeling the alcohol hit his veins. “The Baron of death.”

[revbrxnn-blog]

Vikal listened to them in silence, sipping at his beer while they spoke, frowning when the other mention the living conditions he had. Perhaps the shifter was spoiled or had grown accustomed to being so far from people, that he didn’t really understand why the other would live like that, even after the explanation. “I hardly understand that, but perhaps it’s because I hardly live my life around humans,” he admits, downing the last of the beer and ordering another. “Have you ever thought to get away from the cities and get away from other of your kind?” His question was innocent, but he felt the air of the other would mask it’s true intentions.

[revbrxnn-blog]

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[revbrxnn-blog]

ooc;

I’ve done a heckin oopsie.  Working on a memorial art piece and some heavy gaming has ruined my wrist. So that coupled with this damn writer’s block I have, replies will be even slower and gosh am I really sorry about it. 

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starter: @revbrxnn. 

“Heard this was the best bar in town. Then again, was the owner who said it to me.”

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“I wouldn’t really know all that much.”  The shifter laughed softly, “I don’t get to bars often, or near people who would speak to me.”  With a smile, the sandy haired Norwegian turned to look at the other, giving him a once over. “What brings you?”

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[southern-jellybean]

Shadow of a Stranger| Open

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Baron didn’t look but the snaps as the man changed back did nothing to sooth him. He hugged his knees to his chest trying to get his mind to slow. He hadn’t been this much of a mess since Dmitry threw him and eight others in that walk-in freezer. Baron stood up, his mind switching to autopilot. He made sure to keep an eye on the man but followed the sound of laughter and talking and sure enough there was a seedy little bar called the Spread Eagle. Baron opened the door and ushered him in. Taking a seat at the bar Baron ordered a double whiskey and coke and didn’t speak until he had drained the glass. “What do you want from me?”

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    Vikal limped slowly behind the other once he was fully dressed, finally pushing passed the pain and stabilizing himself by the time they both were in the Bar. Once through the doorway, he broadened his shoulders, standing taller and putting a smile on his face. He knew before long he would get stares for his sheer size and appearance, especially since he was seated next to another man.      “My intentions are purely for some sort of symbiosis,” he informed the other flatly, ordering himself a pint of beer. “Can we get to introductions now, you already know my secret.” He turned his head with a tilt at the other.

[southern-jellybean]

“You can call me Baron. I spent twelve years working for the Russian mob I spent seven of them as an assassin.” He explained and then quickly added, “None of it was by choice.” He ordered another drink, rum and coke this time. He watched the bartender closely and finally sipped at his drink. “Rum is better.” He nodded. “Good to know I don’t like whiskey.” He sighed. “Last time I was in the US I wasn’t old enough to drink.” Baron spoke to himself more than anything else, keeping his voice quiet.

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“Vikal,” he responded flatly, sipping at his beer. He didn’t know what to say to most of the other information, but he knew there wouldn’t be much to say to something like that. Instead he pushed his beer closer to the other. “Try it, it’s a little strong for a beer but, it’s got good flavor,” he paused with a deep sigh, “It would explain why I couldn’t exactly hide myself from you.” The shifter turned to look around them, only beginning to lower his guard once he was sure everyone in the bar had a human scent.

[southern-jellybean]

Baron looked at the beer before taking the handle. “I’m guessing y’all don’t get herpes being shape-shifters and all. Never had a cold sore in my life and I don’t intend to start now.” He took a swig, pausing for a minute and then nodded. “I thought you foriegn types liked your beer strong? I can’t tell you how many Europeans have made fun of American beer.”

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    Vikal laughed at the little comment, leaning back on the stool. “Normally, yes. But I have been in the states for.. quite a while,” he trailed the last part off, tilting his head to the side to look at the other better. “I take it that you’ve been here for a while yourself?” The shifter is curious, but is more focused on learning more about the other than anything else in this particular moment. 

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[southern-jellybean]

Shadow of a Stranger| Open

[southern-jellybean]

Baron didn’t look but the snaps as the man changed back did nothing to sooth him. He hugged his knees to his chest trying to get his mind to slow. He hadn’t been this much of a mess since Dmitry threw him and eight others in that walk-in freezer. Baron stood up, his mind switching to autopilot. He made sure to keep an eye on the man but followed the sound of laughter and talking and sure enough there was a seedy little bar called the Spread Eagle. Baron opened the door and ushered him in. Taking a seat at the bar Baron ordered a double whiskey and coke and didn’t speak until he had drained the glass. “What do you want from me?”

[revbrxnn-blog]

    Vikal limped slowly behind the other once he was fully dressed, finally pushing passed the pain and stabilizing himself by the time they both were in the Bar. Once through the doorway, he broadened his shoulders, standing taller and putting a smile on his face. He knew before long he would get stares for his sheer size and appearance, especially since he was seated next to another man.      “My intentions are purely for some sort of symbiosis,” he informed the other flatly, ordering himself a pint of beer. “Can we get to introductions now, you already know my secret.” He turned his head with a tilt at the other.

[southern-jellybean]

“You can call me Baron. I spent twelve years working for the Russian mob I spent seven of them as an assassin.” He explained and then quickly added, “None of it was by choice.” He ordered another drink, rum and coke this time. He watched the bartender closely and finally sipped at his drink. “Rum is better.” He nodded. “Good to know I don’t like whiskey.” He sighed. “Last time I was in the US I wasn’t old enough to drink.” Baron spoke to himself more than anything else, keeping his voice quiet.

[revbrxnn-blog]

“Vikal,” he responded flatly, sipping at his beer. He didn’t know what to say to most of the other information, but he knew there wouldn’t be much to say to something like that. Instead he pushed his beer closer to the other. “Try it, it’s a little strong for a beer but, it’s got good flavor,” he paused with a deep sigh, “It would explain why I couldn’t exactly hide myself from you.” The shifter turned to look around them, only beginning to lower his guard once he was sure everyone in the bar had a human scent.

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[southern-jellybean]

Shadow of a Stranger| Open

[southern-jellybean]

Baron didn’t look but the snaps as the man changed back did nothing to sooth him. He hugged his knees to his chest trying to get his mind to slow. He hadn’t been this much of a mess since Dmitry threw him and eight others in that walk-in freezer. Baron stood up, his mind switching to autopilot. He made sure to keep an eye on the man but followed the sound of laughter and talking and sure enough there was a seedy little bar called the Spread Eagle. Baron opened the door and ushered him in. Taking a seat at the bar Baron ordered a double whiskey and coke and didn’t speak until he had drained the glass. “What do you want from me?”

[revbrxnn-blog]

    Vikal limped slowly behind the other once he was fully dressed, finally pushing passed the pain and stabilizing himself by the time they both were in the Bar. Once through the doorway, he broadened his shoulders, standing taller and putting a smile on his face. He knew before long he would get stares for his sheer size and appearance, especially since he was seated next to another man.      “My intentions are purely for some sort of symbiosis,” he informed the other flatly, ordering himself a pint of beer. “Can we get to introductions now, you already know my secret.” He turned his head with a tilt at the other.

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