Dark Nights||CLOSED
@immortalmolloy
It had been a long two weeks so far for the Hellhound. The demon they were supposed to be hunting was being elusive so the hunt would continue till either the thing was killed or brought in. Darren didn't care which of those two things came first.
He was running out of patience quickly for the thing so he stepped out of his temporary lodgings where the cool night air hit his warm face. His body temperature ran much warmer than your average humans so he only wore a thin outer jacket over a t shirt. The area was quiet as he decided to not be anywhere near the downtown scene.
He heard in a random direction on the sidewalk, hands shoved into his pockets. His senses were still kept on high alert though in case he needed to be ready for something.