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Post by Sky♦ on Apr 20, 2010 20:15:57 GMT -5
--And I know I need to answer.
Retz [/b];; He had never felt so sober. Normally, the young man would be wandering the city, high as ever. But now... no, not on this day. This was the only day he purposely sobered for. This was his day, one that was for remembering him. He knelt down infront of an old tree, back turned to it, a notebook in hand as he scribbled down doodles of a young boy, not twelve years old. Below every doodle of the boy's cartooned face was a name; Cody.
Eight years ago, Cody had gone away. Eight years ago, Retz ended up alone. It was twelve years ago that he had learned to control his change without much effort. All because of Cody. And that... thing took him away.
Retz murmured under his breath as he mindlessly doodled, a familiar song humming off his lips in a whimpered melody. The lyrics from a boy's song 'Vanilla Twilight' rang into the silent twilight sky, though no one was around to hear it. He knew how... homosexual? No no, let's go with gay. He knew how gay it was to miss his friend, no, his brother in arms in such a way, but honestly... he had no better way to remember him. It was that tragic day that turned him down the wrong road.
"I wanted to make this journey with you brother..." Whispered words were made to the gray drawings. "I felt the winds changing even then. You should be here with me." And with such words spoken, the sober man's mind drifted off into space once again.
The lands around him almost seemed to match the depressive mood. The trees were darkened with decay, the stones that littered the plot were broken and unkept, the metal rods showing underneath their worn surfaces. He had avoided the pearly white stones in the front of the graveyard, moving straight to the forgotten backlands of it. The lone tree had made for a perfect place to sit without disturbing the sleeping bodies around him.
How stupid of me. He mused to himself, sketching down a single, characteristic headstone. On it, the name Cody was etched in fine letters. I used to hold my breath in places like this. Those dead souls meant more to me then the living ones... you taught me that, brother dear. A sad smile curled onto his lips. God knows I miss you.
I miss you...
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Post by max on Apr 21, 2010 8:18:10 GMT -5
Coffee...warm, delicious, perfect start to the... “Hey, kid, I was sitting there!” Max snapped out of his reverie, almost spilling the coffee he was holding. A long-nosed middle-aged man wearing business clothes hovered over his chosen corner table, his hands on his hips. Max frowned and held the coffee close in case the unruly fellow decided to toss it all over him in a fit of irrational, undeserved anger. Even more appallingly, several others in the little college campus patisserie watched with an avid, rude interest, probably anticipating a fight. “I didn’t see any evidence that you were,” Max said as politely and firmly as he could. “I got up for a second to get some sugar, ask the girly at the counter. Get your crap off my table and move elsewhere, kid, it’s that simple.” The scowling man pointed a long, bony finger down on the centre of the round table, stabbing at the wood impatiently to accentuate his words. Max felt his cheeks go red. He stood up, picking up his chocolate muffin. “No need to be so rude,” Max muttered. “Take your table.” He let the man take his seat and went to sit at another table. He was tempted to leave, but he didn’t want the man to think he had scared him off completely. Max stubbornly set his plate down and started eating his muffin, glaring daggers at the man’s back. Perfect start to the evening indeed. He sighed, wishing he had the balls to tell the man to fuck off, but he didn’t want to start a scene. Max loved the patisserie. It was quaint and not too pricey, with quality food and the best coffee he had ever had. A popular place for students needing coffee to fuel minds for last minute midnight assignments. It would be a shame to have to shun it because of some moody son of a bitch.
Once Max had finished his coffee and his chocolaty muffin, he left the patisserie in a rather blue mood. The streets were crowded, filled mostly with people trying to get home from work at this hour. Max considered his options for the evening. He had a topic write-up to give his supervisor in the morning; once it was finished and approved, he could begin writing his master’s proposal. Hmm...go home and write, or procrastinate by doing something useless... “Can’t be bothered,” Max grumbled, putting his hands in the pockets of his warm knee-length coat. He felt something nudge against his hand, and he pulled it out to see what it was. It was a black dog collar with little silver studs on it and a tag. Max thought for a second, then made a hasty and probably not a very smart decision. “Screw it,” he said out loud. He knew he would be writing the topic up at the last minute, but a run was just the thing to freshen his mind. Max stuffed the collar back into his pocket and headed across the road as soon as there was a gap in the traffic. But where to run? He hadn’t been in Shelpey Alley long, just two months, and he wanted to get to know the city better.
Max walked until he found a turn he didn’t recognise. He often did this to learn about new neighbourhoods, though he generally avoided areas which were considered seedy. A large church loomed up in front of him, and Max almost turned away as soon as he saw gravestones. He surveyed the area quickly, then decided that it was worth braving the depressing place. Thick stands of trees were peppered about the place, and Max was sure they would provide enough cover to change forms. Surely one of those trees would serve as a suitable hiding place for his coat and shoes, which would not shift with him. “Great, a run in the graveyard, that’s pleasant,” he told himself as he walked through the well-kept cemetery. Here lay Mary-Anne Fuller, aged eighty-two, mother of five and grandmother of twelve. There was even a stone photograph and a little garden. Max wondered how much her family had been charged for such a gaudy remembrance.
The well-polished rows of stones ended abruptly. There was a gap filled with weeds, then an extended area full of older gravestones. Max had never seen such a dismal place. Broken, discoloured gravestones lay drowning in thick, tangled weeds. Forgotten gardens spilled over crumbling stones, as untended and unloved as the people buried here. Max shuddered. He had never seen such a badly tended graveyard before. Why had it been abandoned? Surely these people were just as important as those buried in the front of the cemetery. They had been robbed of their dignity, forgotten by people too busy to remember those they once loved.
Shaking his head, Max walked towards the trees, feeling a sense of despair at the mere sight of the place. He leaned against one tree, too lost in his thoughts to notice the other man nearby. Pulling the dog collar out, Max buckled it around his neck. If anybody saw a black dog running around without a collar, they would call the pound. The collar had his friend’s details on it. If he was caught, they would hopefully ‘return’ him before his twelve hours were up. The next important thing was to find somewhere to hide his coat and shoes. Max wandered through the trees, which were as bleak looking as the rest of the graveyard. He gently touched the bark on one tree, fantasising that he could feel its misery. As if to serenade his thoughts, a song drifted through the trees. Max turned around, suddenly realising for the first time that he was not as alone as he had thought he was. And to think he had just been about to change forms. Stupid! Curious, Max stepped out of the trees and looked around. He spotted the man quickly enough.
“Are you alright?” Max asked hesitantly. What if the man snarled at him and told him to fuck off? There had been plenty of people like that around today. Max slipped his hands back into his coat pockets, fighting a shiver. This place gave him the creeps. “I’m...sorry if I’m interrupting a private moment, I was just walking by.” And was about to turn into a dog, by the way. Just passing through, hope you don’t hate dogs. Max almost laughed at his thought, but the man’s misery flooded over him, a wave of despair that made his head spin.
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Post by Sky♦ on Apr 21, 2010 10:10:49 GMT -5
Retz ;; The sound of another broke the young man from his trance. He looked to the side only with his eyes, his hand pausing in its movements. Another young man had arrived, though he took no notice of the unusually sober boy sitting nearby. It almost made Retz laugh to see how invisable he must've been to the older-but-still-young man. Deciding it better to let him notice on his own, Retz remained still and quiet, watching.
As the man pulled out a collar, and buckled it onto his neck, Retz felt his lips curl into a half-grin. Shifter. He turned away again, slowly moving his head back to the doodles he had been drawing, flipping the book closed with a knowing smirk. He'd mourn later; this was a beautiful thing, meeting another shifter... and one that could shift into his beastial form at any given moment, from the looks of things.
"Are you alright? I’m...sorry if I’m interrupting a private moment, I was just walking by."
Retz was, to say the least, surprised when the other spoke to him rather then take no notice. Must be off my game today, if he noticed me. He looked up at him with those dual colored eyes and the smirk became a polite, and still sad, smile. "No, no. I was just recalling some... bad times. Go ahead and do what you were doing. I'm but a friendly loner." He'd smile, then shuffle to move and stand. As he did, he'd wobble, leaning on the tree for support. "I should leave anyway. It's about time I went apartment hunting."
Feh. Three weeks in this place and he still hadn't found an apartment. He'd been doing the homeless thing as per usual, even though he had money saved. What made today different.
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Post by max on Apr 22, 2010 5:56:53 GMT -5
As the young man turned his attentions away from what appeared to be notebook or diary, Max offered him a smile which he hoped was somewhat comforting. The man’s comments only served to strengthen Max’s first observation that he was mourning over something or someone. He nodded slowly as the other man spoke for the first time, a gentle, sad voice which made Max’s empathic nature mourn with him. Then he realised just what the guy was saying, and he remembered the collar. Had he been seen putting it on? Fuck, he must think I’m out here meeting my sadistic partner, or whatever, he thought with a grimace. “I, uh...” Max’s hand went self consciously to the collar on his neck. He blushed, not that it would be too visible on his olive skin tone, or in the darkness. “It probably looks a bit weird, I know; it’s not some sick err...you know.” He gave an embarrassed laugh. What did this guy think he was about to do? “I was just...it’s a college thing, a college dress up, I thought I’d be lame and try for the punk look.” Max looked down at himself self-consciously, one hand idly scratching the back of his neck. Clearly not a punk look. More like a New York college kid look. And besides, the lie was so lame, he was sure the other guy would judge him quickly.
“So, anyway,” Max started again, but his careful eyes picked up the weakness in the man’s movements as he strove to stand straight by the tree. The compassionate, eagerly helpful side of him overtook his earlier embarrassment, and he stepped forward quickly. “Are you alright?” To Max, the guy looked a little unhealthy. He was skinny. Not lithe, but skinny. His skin was pale, and there was a certain tiredness about him which showed in the darkness beneath his shadowed eyes. Max estimated that the ‘friendly loner’ stood several inches taller than himself. Max had never been tall, courtesy of his Sicilian heritage. He had always kind of wished he had reached six feet, even five eleven. Though at least he was proportionate; the other man looked like a teenager in his lankiness and height, as if he had only just hit his growth spurt and was filling in. It was thus difficult to judge his age. He seemed older than a high school kid, but Max judged his age to be anywhere between seventeen and twenty. “Maybe you should sit down, mate...” Max suggested, a hint of his Scottish past creeping into his American speech.
Apartment hunting. That made Max smile and nod almost bitterly, as if the mention bought back negative memories. “Are you new here too?” He asked. “Not that you have to tell me, some random guy in the old scary cemetery with a dog collar. I’m Max, by the way. And I know what you mean about the apartments, it’s pretty hard to find anything around here without dodgy payments to pay and shitty maintenance. But ... if you need any help, you know, I can help out. I’m not sure how, I won’t lie to you; I don’t have any contacts. I basically just moved here too. But I could help ... yeah I’m making an ass out myself aren’t I.” He lost his smile and looked at the grass, waiting for the man to tell him he was a weird, over-friendly jerk and to piss off. And Max, with no job and running out of money, wasn’t in much of a position to help anybody. It was just that he couldn’t help it; it was an automatic response. “It’s just, there’re some empty and affordable apartments in my apartment building. I could show you,” he rambled. “At least talk to the landlord about it...” He slipped his hands back in his coat pockets, suddenly feeling stupid.
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Post by Sky♦ on Apr 22, 2010 8:28:08 GMT -5
Retz [/u];; Retz paused in his movements, as shakey as they were, to stare up with a skeptical smirk. Those vibrant eyes, despite how tired and worn he was otherwise, gleamed with a knowing undertone. Guy's a horrible liar. College punk look my furry tail, he's either a shifter or a furry. The thought of the man infront of him dressing in a fursuit brought a random grin to the younger man's face. Nah, that'd be too rich. He looked away to hide the grin.
"I didn't think that. But thanks for the images." He waved a hand dismissively, and attempted to stand up straight... only to stumble again. At the man's concern, Retz felt a hot flash of shame creep across his face as a blush. "Feh. My legs are asleep or something. Add that to the fact I'm tired as all hell, and you get me; the sober drunk-walker." A joke, of course, edged with a severe hint of sarcasm.
Scottish tone told him to sit, and out of a natural instinct (or rather, jokingly trained), he gave in and flopped back down with a rather uncomfortable 'plop'. A sigh was given first, then he'd look up and listen more. "I'm probably weirder then you, bub- er, Max." Another dismissive wave was given as he rested his back against the tree again. "I just arrived a few weeks ago. The wind brought me here, you could say."
He listened on as he rambled, offering help to the little druggie dog before him. It almost brought the laughter and grin back. He just relaxed there, with a smirk as Max suddenly became self-concious. "Woah, hey, no! You're not. You're actually the first person to consider lending a bum like me a helping hand. I respect that." He made a gesture for the man to sit, tucking his own legs in, almost childishly. "I'll check it out. I make a good sum of cash with, eh...." He paused, almost rattling off that he not only used drugs, but was involved in trafficing them. "Ahem, my uh, casual job." Clearing his throat a bit, he'd tilt his head.
Time to get serious. (LOL MEGAMAN) "M'name's Retz, by the way." He waited a moment, as if adding drama to the conversation. "...you can run if you want. No one cares about some hobo who happens to have a dog nearby." A sly look came to his eyes. If he were wrong, he'd simply make up for it by pretending to be -real- insane, going on about God trying to send him signs and all that. If he were right, then he'd have met another shifter, the first since meeting Cody as a child. The first he'd meet here, in the city that seemed to summon him.
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Post by max on Apr 22, 2010 9:14:10 GMT -5
Max was more than a little relieved when the young man chose to sit back down again. While Max had first aid training, he didn’t want him to faint. Judging by the guy’s choice of words, he sometimes indulged in one too many toxic substances. Wonder what he’s taking? Max pondered. It would be a pity to see him waste his life away on drugs. He seemed interesting; perhaps the most interesting person Max had so far met in this city, apart from the cute girl at the video store. Shelpey Alley wasn’t exactly what Max had envisioned it to be; so far, it was less friendly than New York and just another generic American town. “Err...sorry,” Max said ruefully. He didn’t comment on the ‘joke’. What was he going to say? Are you on something? Ha, ha. He might get his head smacked in for his concern one of these days.
“A few weeks ago...just two months for me,” Max said conversationally. He absently brushed some hair back from his face, then flashed the man a smile of relief. “Well, if you make a lot of cash, you can’t be much of a bum. Unless that’s your lifestyle,” he added quickly, so as not to offend his new acquaintance. Max did not miss the hesitation in the other man’s voice when he mentioned his job. Instead of pressing him about it, he merely nodded. Presently, he was offered a name; Retz. Max had never heard of anyone named Retz before. Was it a nickname, or just a unique name? Not that it was important. “Nice to meet you, Retz,” said Max. He would have closed the distance between them and offered him a hand to shake in greeting, but his next words made him freeze. He knows, Max thought. A sense of wonder filled him. Relief, rather than panic. A sense of hope filled him, so strong it almost made him feel sick.
There was a silence. Max did not speak for a few seconds. It was enough of a silence to be seen as an obvious hesitation. He swallowed, then began to scratch the back of his left hand as he stared at the ground. Finally, Max seemed to make up his mind. His head shot up again, dark eyebrows furrowing, hazel eyes intense. “You’re like me,” he said in an almost desperate, yet strong voice. “You know, don’t you,” he added insistently. Despite the danger in what he was doing, Max had no intention of letting this chance go. The comments about his collar seemed to make sense now. This Retz knew what it was for. Max, suddenly animated and energetic yet non-threatening, began walking towards Retz. Unfortunately, he seemed destined to make an ass of himself in front of the first potential shifter he had met in Shelpey Alley. A jagged rock hidden in the tangled weeds made its attack. Max’s foot caught it, and with a loud yelp of surprise, Max stumbled and fell flat on his face in the weeds. He lay there for just a second before he scrambled to his feet, a horrified look on his face. There were dead people underground, decaying... “Sh...shit...” Max stammered. He shivered, brushing his coat off and looking down at the ground balefully. “That was embarrassing,” he added. “The...the stones, hidden in the ground.” His eyes met Retz’s again. “What if I told you I could change into a dog? Is that what you meant? Please tell me,” he said, looking almost pathetic and pleading after his little tumble to the ground.
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Post by Sky♦ on Apr 22, 2010 9:49:50 GMT -5
Retz [/u];; Retz continued to smirk, though finally it faded into a calm expression, almost tired. When the man started in wonder, the younger just sat and listened, taking on an expression old Cody would've been proud of. Finally, when Max fell, his face took on a worried tone, suddenly alert.
"Shit, you okay?" He leaned forward, but stopped with his arm half-reaching out when the dog started to talk again. (Or rather, man that could be a dog.) He grinned a bit and leaned back, tossing his arms behind his head leisurely. "You dogs always wear collars. It's to keep you from being caught by catchers, right?" His choice of conversation was a wise one, he thought, keeping away from 'how he knew' and only leaning on the fact that he did infact know, and as far as he'd let on, was okay with it.
It was a moment of silence before Retz opened his mouth again. "Y'know, I could be a researcher, looking for specimens to study on this new and unique breed... these, er, shifters..." His slur disappeared, and he began examining his nails casually. "Or I could be a friend of a shifter, one who died actually." He grabbed up his sketchbook and sighed, the truth showing a bit from this. "Or I could be a shifter myself... but then, you've gotta ask yourself..."
A hand came back from behind his head, and hovered infront of him between their faces. He flexed his fingers in a motion a cat might use, as if flexing claws. A sneer curling onto his lips, showing off his teeth. "Am I using my powers for good... or evil?" His tone darkened a bit, and he brought his hand down slowly. It took a bit, but eventually the boy would smirk again.
"But then, I ask the question; what does the dog use his powers for?" He knew damn well Cody would've knocked him a new one by now, for playing these games with the poor man. But it was just too good. "What now, Max? I really am a hyena, aren't I? Tricking him like this...
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Post by max on Apr 23, 2010 1:46:03 GMT -5
This Retz was either insane or more dangerous than Max had first suspected. He managed to keep his face as neutral as possible when the other man described the many other possibilities for his adept knowledge on the shifter world. His casual manner made Max feel less threatened, though his common sense told him that it could well be a bad thing. Unlike Retz, Max wasn’t quite so calm. His head was tilted, his eyebrows narrowed in a show of curiosity. He kept his hands in his coat pockets to stop himself from fidgeting, and ignored the pain in his left knee and elbow where he had hit the ground. “Well, it’s not like I enjoy wearing a collar and looking like someone’s pet. It’s kind of degrading actually, if you think about it, but it’s common sense,” said Max a little defensively. “And yeah it’s to keep people from showing too much interest, and it means I have somewhere to go if I am caught. I’m not exactly a Chihuahua or something harmless. Wait, those little things bite...” He grimaced as if from experience.
Friend of a shifter? Max thought after Retz’s next comment, his eyes casually sliding over the notebook. Was that who he was mourning? Or was he just being a smartass, like his previous comment? Max studied him more cautiously now, his curiosity still evident in his gaze. “I’m gonna guess the latter,” said Max, but the other man suddenly flexed his fingers, bringing to Max’s mind the image of a cat extending its claws. He shifted uncomfortably, flinching but not stepping backwards. He frowned slightly, raising an eyebrow in confusion and visibly leaning back from the clawed hand. Man, this guy’s weird...
“What...do I use my powers for?” Max echoed. He watched Retz carefully. “You sound like you’re talking about superheroes or something. Are you a shape-shifter or not?” he asked, getting a little annoyed with the other man’s stupid games. “And what can I do? I can turn into a wolf-dog. I guess I could, I dunno, find someone’s missing shoes, or become a police dog, or make kids laugh by chasing my tail.” He glared at the ground, then looked back up at Retz. “It’s a good point though. I mean what if we couldhelp people?” He stepped back a couple of times, spreading his arms wide to accentuate his meaning. “If you’re like me, we could do something about it. Are you like me?”
Max folded his arms and cocked his head again, his eyes growing more intense. His previously gentle demeanour was replaced with a mixture of suspicion, hope and irritation. He had the feeling this guy was harmless enough and was just taking the piss out of him, but he was ready to leave if the situation got dangerous. He wondered if he could take him on. Max was shorter, but he had more muscle, unless Retz was hiding it somewhere. Not that Max’s muscles were too impressive, but they weren’t unimpressive either. Then again, what if he was a bear or something? Bears could run fast, and Max was no bigger than a normal male German shepherd. He decided that trusting this guy was the better option. What if he was a shifter? The only other shifter around here? He was desperate for someone else to talk to about it, someone to trust. Max waited for a more direct answer. He was curious to know why the guy was here in the cemetery, what the book was for, and who he was grieving for, but those three things were currently none of Max’s business. He respected that, but he had just told this man his biggest, deepest secret, and he expected some sort of trust in return. Was I a fool to tell him?
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Post by Sky♦ on Apr 23, 2010 11:35:14 GMT -5
Retz [/u];; Retz was laughing on the inside. This guy was full of emotions! One moment he was nervous, the next, he was grinning! It made Retz sure that this man was innocent enough to trust.. and so he decided to let up. With a laugh, and a pat on his own knee, Retz gave in. "I'm just messing, dude." He brought up his arm and rolled back his sleeve, showing off the tattoo, though small, on the underside. (Among many scars) "I'm a shifter too, though I won't show off my form. Might scare the locals if they saw a spotty killer running around."
He paused, then shrugged. "You're lucky you've got that wolf-dog form, dude. I change, and it's 'hello zoo' for me." Finally, he decided to stop playing around. "M'form's a hyena. I've yet to see anyone best it, too." He flashed a smile that showed off his teeth again, as if there'd be a set of vicious fangs. "Nah, thanks for the help Max. And your secret's safe with me. Might wanna find a better way of hiding it though; I know a few people who'd also know what the collar's for. And you don't want to run into them."
His grip on the notebook became tighter, those dual-colored eyes growing intense at the idea. Those men killed Cody... what if they followed me? He shook off the sudden feeling of being watched with a headshake, then sighed. It was a few moments more before he'd yet again speak. "I ain't so superhero. Don't wanna see any running about, either. I think it'd be best for all us shifters to lay low until we know what we're dealing with, or why we're here. Have you met any others?" Retz was obviously awake now, and out of his mourning mood. Max might know more then me. And he seems pretty well off compared to me. I wonder...
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Post by -иoxx on Apr 23, 2010 16:09:19 GMT -5
The desolate atmospheres, perfect for that or a horror film at midnight. When zombies rise from the dead, or a mad axeman attacks. How ominous the trees, towering tall overhead, seemed against the almost grayscaled ground. Some would call it 'haunted' other would lurk among here for the thrill seek of it all. But for some, like Noxx, it was a place to get away from the noise, the acid stench of roads, and to be by herself to do her own malicious things.
Malicious? Yes, malicious. For what didn't qualify as malicious in Noxx's love? Heroine addiction, smoker, loaded with all sorts of illegal things. What kinds of things you ask? Well for one, she had a nice belt on, equip with a handgun, and a choice of several knives of various lengths and thicknesses. Then upon her cargo pants were pockets that held powders, perfumes, mists, sprays, rolls, and scrolls. The Mary-Poppins purse pants.
On top of these suicidal black pants, was a lovely young lady attacked by the ghetto trend of the 21st Century. Blond hair that fell over her heavily black eye liner-ed eyes. Crystal blue, able ti pierce you, transferring such emotion that her body could never offer. On top of her torso was a dark navy tank top, showing her midriff. Belly button in which was pierced with a small diamond stud. Accessorizing her wrists lay multiple silver, black, and white bangles, wristbands, and bracelets. Nails long and painted black. Abnormally, body free of tattoo accept for the her shifter tattoo obviously planted right on her neck, which strung some silver chains, beads, balls, and necklaces.
The scents around her were dimmed with her human nose, but not at all poisoned as most of the humans races' was. Detecting the presence of others. Looking up, saw a lone child, boy, male, crouching among a tombstone. Curiosity pricked at her, as did caution. Something was definatly different about this child, and instinct drove her forward. Legs pulling forward, saw the boy talking to someone. Within' ear shot, heard scratches of conversation. 'M'form's a hyena. I've yet to see...' Confirmation that he was indeed a shifter. No wonder she was driven to him.
'I think it'd be best for all us shifters to lay low until we know what we're dealing with, or why we're here. Have you met any others?' At about this moment Noxx slipped into plain eyesight and made her way towards the duo. As she did so, taking note of Max. He was OLDer than she was with a collar around his neck. Scoffing, thought of her own cheetah form. She didn't need to be an animal to fight deadly. Whereas this 'dog' who could easilly kill a human walked around like a tame mutt. Pathetic.
Eyes falling back to Retz, said gently in response to his previous statement. "Well you've met another one now. Noxx. Cheetah. Assassin." Voice monologue during her name, shift, and guild introduction as if she was reading a business card. She could just picture what was going through their minds right now. Anywhere from 'What a FREAK!!!' to 'She's pretty' to 'SHE'S GONNA KILL ME'. It was humorous, but standing, waiting for a response.
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