Resting? (OpEn to all that can handle it)

[Griffie]

Its not like he'd never before set foot in such a place, but he prefured not to have to. He liked the cool quite of the forest he'd grown up in. Loved the feel of wet dirt, and dead leaves crumbling benith his pads. The feel of earth as he dug into the soft ground and leapt after the Pack. Never behind, never in front, and never side by side the others. Always on the outside, as someone had to be. Always the stranger, always the loner, always the assassin. His life had never been easy, never been what a normal wolf would want. But then again he'd never been a normal wolf. They'd never let him live out a peacful life. Oh, no. Not him. Killed twice and brough back, died once and saved, born a wolf, and became a man. Dylan was a bundle of contradictions, a creature born of many things, and yet had claim to none of them. And only at times like now did he truly realize his own wayward lifestyle, and solitude. Times like now, sitting here, waiting on his contact, did he wonder what it would of meant to lead a normal like. If he'd been left a wolf, or turned a man. And not just thrust into both worlds, and belonging to neither.

He sat and stared beyond the dirty tables, filled with scroungy men and women, all of whom had eyed him and given it up as a lost cause. He showed no outward appeance of weath. His clothing was the only sign that he was not what he seemed. For he was every bit as ragged looking in hair and features as the rest of them. He'd let his hair grow longer, and his beard grow rampant. He hadnt planned on looking too scruffy. No sense in NOT bathing. His wolven senses were too ofended at the thought to even consider it. He might have to smell the rank smell of unwashed humans, but that didnt mean he had to join them.

He nursed his mug of dredged ale and continued to watch the only door in the place. Waiting for his contact to walk through. They'd agreed to both wear black with a red rose attatched to their jerkin's. He refused to even meet the eyes of those around him. They were benith him, and human to boot. He trusted none of them, and knew they'd attack him before the night was through. But that made little difference to the wolf. He would win, as he always won. Because he wanted it more.

[kadaj1989]

Dangeron, a lone devil, wanderd around the slums in search of a place to stay, he was on the run from the rest of his kind and he wished not to sleep out on the streets worried he may get cought. hevery turn he took, every step he made, Dangeron made quite sure he looked aroung the best he could. (im going to be alone for the rest of my life) he thought, (i wish i could have my children here with me) Strangers were all around him, even if he couldn't see them, he sure as hell could smell them, "ick" he mutterd when the sent of dirty creatures filled his sences, "the dungeons smelled better then this" Dangeron was never really normal for his kind, the demons and devils weere naturally known as the evil creatures of the dark to come and feed on human souls and rip others apart if they were ever crossed. but not this one, no he was kind, gental, and loveing, cared for many things, but mostly his children wherever they may be. He had loved an angel once as well, Armana, the mother of his beautiful twin children, sadly she was killed for marrying Dangeron, and her daughter was taken away. Dangeron gave his son to the angels for he looked like them, it was the best he could do. now, after many years in the dungeons of his kin, he has escaped and fought many of his kin to stay free, Dangeron has never known a peacefull life after Armana's death, it pained him to continue to live, but he stays alive for the sake of his beloved children, not knowing his daughter, Nemesis, is also dead.
Looking around he could see someone, he smelled of wolf, but looked like man, Dangeron had never encounterd any creature other then Demons, devils, humans, and angels, so this creature was quite odd to him. he was raggid, like the rest of the filth in this area, though he had no room to talk, being stuck in the dungeons made him look quite raggid as well. (damn i need a bath....and not in a lake like i have been doing.) he thought. Watching the wolf-man thing he took note that he smelled much better then the humans around here, so he decided to walk closer. "sir" he started, "your not human....are you?" he asked in a voice so low, that only ears of non-human's could hear, "you intreague me...." his eyes staired at the man as they flashed a color of red with slited puiples, much like a cat in bright light, then back to yellow with much thicker slits. "i mean you no harm....i only wish to have some company....and from the looks of it.....you need some too"

[Griffie]

Dylan observed the room. To say that he lorded over it would of been a mistake. His mere presents in the room comanded respect and no small amount of wary glances. These he ignored. He needed nothing from these people, and they knew it. He had little use for scum like them. Living off other peoples wealth. All they did was hunt down helplass game and take what they could be working for. But instead of working they chose the laggards way out. Begging for food, coin, and a place to stay. No. Dylan had no use for humans in general. He found them weak and unrealiable. Though there were a worthy few he knew of, and only one he truly respected. And for him that was high praise indeed. For Dy respected few people that were not Lycans. And for good cause; they had little respect for his kind, and showed it at every opertunity they could.

So when a man walked up to his table, and professed an interest in him. Letting Dy see his shifting eyes, he decided to speak to him. He knew it wasnt his contact, but that was ok. His contact was running late, and he had some time to kill anyway. So he sat up in his chair, shoved the chair opposite his own out, and motioned for the man to sit. Then flagged the old hag that served as a bar maid to bring ale.

"No stranger, I'm not human," the word sounded much like a curse upon his lips. "I am a Lycan. Born, not made." The difference was signifigant only to those that knew of such things.

"I'd be Dylan, and you are?" he asked, sipping the fresh drink the hag had brought to the table. She set a cracked mug infront of him, and the other man. Dy nodded and she left, not wanting anything to do with them.

[kadaj1989]

As Dangeron watched the man before him he could tell he most likely thought of himself as a higher being, better then all the rest. (thats not realy fair.....) he thought. he took not in the mans eyes, they were lovely for him being male.
Smileing he sat down in the offerd chair, "why thank you good sir" he said with a happy grin. "you say the word human as if it was bad sir" he started, "is there something you dont like about them?" he asked. "umm...whats a....Lycan?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow, "i've never herd of them....i've been....kept away for too long"
Dangeron looked at the man and smiled again, "i am Dangeron Xenosaga....from the land of the devils" he said before looking away, "your not in league with them are you?" he asked with a look of worry.
The woman sat a cup of some sort down infront of him, he didn't know excatally what it was so he brought it to his lips, he sniffed it before drinking. Dangeron crinkled his nose at the smell, "what is this?" he asked, "it smells funny" he said before takeing a sip, only for him to cringe and set the cup down before pushing it away.

[annara]

Lindsey opened the door to the pub, hinting was getting lame lately. Her breath didnt register in the chilly air outside nor in the warm bar, she barely noticed the temperature change. This place was dead as well, few humans, none she would like to take. They were stragley or dirty or not drunk enough. She resigned to sitting at the bar and ordering an ale, the stongest they had. She smiled to man who approached her then stared at him longenough for him to subconciously recognize the predator she was. He wouldnt know why, but he would feel a threat in her cool and calculating eyes as they sized him up like the chunk of meat he was. He moved away without speaking a single word and sat back at the table his buddys sat drinking at. Her hair swung lightly and shined in the light as she drained the ale and ordered two more. She drained those too before looking around the room again running her tounge over her fangs in their protrusion, her green eyes shined with hunger and drink both.