Desolation (Open)

[shay]

Night had fallen several hours previous and Shay walked silently through the remnants of the city, stopping now and again to look at the more intact buildings. He had already converted several buildings into profitable clubs, a rarity in a world where money and resources were low, but there was always one thing people wanted. Drink and a good time. Shay catered for both. His wolves had made quite a financial name for themselves and in turn even managed to aid those in need. Not that he did it out of the kindness of his heart, but with humans dwindling, they made cheep labour and worked for food and board. He had one rule in his establishments.

No Vampires.

Those few humans that worked for him, or chose to grace his clubs and dark, cramped establishments did not need to fear from being a late night snack. But still, he had those clubs that would allow vampires, though few ever entered, perhaps because word had spread he would rather remove their heads than have to spend time with them or bare witness to one of his wolves opening their veins for a Vampire. When those who entered his clubs had no money, not that money did much this day and age, there was always the trade route. A bottle of alcohol for some cigarettes, some cigarettes for a bottle or two, several bottles for an hour with one of the working girls. All in all, if you needed something, Shay was the wolf you went to.

There was a chill in the air, a rarity and it made Shay miss the cool season of France and Europe. He thrust his hands into his hooded jacket pockets and walked further along through the city.

[wanderer]

As time passed, Hollow laid against some stones, bleeding heavily from a gunshot wound to the leg. Of course, he'd done everything possible to bandage it and what not, all the necessary things one should do in the event of a gunshot wound, including prying the bullet out and sterilizing the wound. Unfortunately those things didn't seem to suffice for the horrible bleeding he couldn't seem to stop. So, looking around, he spotted the corpse of a shifter and made his way towards it, crawling on his hands alone, hoping he wouldn't give out. Finally, he made it over to the shifter and searched him over, taking off portions of clothing as he next sat himself up in front of it, unsheathing his sword as he raised his arm high, bringing the blade down on it's arm. He just needed some portion of flesh from the shifter to borrow it's regeneration powers like he'd read about in a book he'd read during his time in Vull.

Next, setting the arm aside, he took the bit of clothing and the bits and pieces of wood and paper and other flammable objects and put them in a pile as he took out some matches, igniting them against the side of his matchbox and throwing the small flames into the clump of flammable objects there. Then, searching around from where he sat, he found two large sticks in which to hang the arm over the fire with, successfully making a bar-b-que spit. So, waiting, hoping he wouldn't bleed out, he watched the arm smoke up and cook, the skin burning and flaking off, melting as it touched the fire. Soon the arm looked more like the flesh of a wild animal that had just been cooked, the read meat browning as the juices fell from it, the blood sizzling in the flames, spiting them as the hissed in displeasure, like a cat being thrown into water.

After a while longer though, the arm was done cooking and Hollow quickly grasped it, ignoring the heat as he chomped down, taking great bites, ripping meat off as though he were a starved hound, devouring a large portion of flesh until he'd had his fill, closing his eyes as he tossed the arm aside and laid against some debris, feeling a sensation he'd never known before. His pain, it was gone, as if he'd just taken a load of asprin. Quickly, he looked down at his leg and unwrapped the bandage. To his amazement, he watched the wound begin to seal and slowly vanish, almost as though he'd never had it. He tried to stand and found himself reasonably capable of doing such, yet he could still feel the mystical powers of the flesh at work. The book on cannibalism was correct, well, partially as it focused on the consumption of one human devouring another, not a human ingesting shifter flesh.

Although he felt bad for desecrating a corpse, he thanked the body even though it couldn't acknowledge the sacrifice of an arm that it was forced to make. Now, better, he chose to stay a while there, at least a little while to plan his next move as to where he should go, not noticing the being approaching his general direction (Shay).

[shay]

He pulled the hood over his brow, pale hues peeping out from under the dark material as he walked. The night air was filled with rich scents, burning buildings and camp fires and the polluted fog drifting from the once clean river. He wondered what the city had once been like, what had the world been like before....before all of this. Shay needed to stop asking himself pointless questions and focus. If he had been focussing rather than trailing off into the confides of his own thoughts he would of picked up the scent sooner rather the later.

The scent of burning flesh.

As he walked toward the strong stench-eyes fixed firmly ahead- he identified the scent as shifter flesh. The smell itself was entirely different to human, with thick musky undertones that filled his nasal passages. Through the darkness of the street his eyes adjusted, seeing clearly as he progressed further toward the smell. A small fire was billowing out red and orange sparks into the night air, like fireflies dancing to some mystical song. Or something equally as poetic. Shay shrugged a little and stopped several yards from the man. He identified it as human, the person eating the flesh, and while the concept of cannibalism could of turned his stomach, it did not. Shay had seen worse.

"You can screw your mind up eating that Man....shoulda stuck with the ally rats...."

[wanderer]

As he saw the man approach, he chuckled, watching him and listening to what he had to say about his habits, as bad as they were. He wasn't going to eat stuff like that on a daily basis of course, he only meant to use it as a method of survival, something he'd read about in a book he read once, and the information worked. He spoke then for himself, saying to the man, "well, what else was there to do, bleed out? The body was already dead when I found it so I just borrowed the regenerating powers of this shifter to heal myself is all. I'd don't feel too proud of it, but thats just how life works sometimes, unfortunately. We all do things we don't want to at times and that was one of those things I really didn't feel like doing."

Next he stood up and walked over to the man in his hooded jacket, a smile fixed on his face as he said, "besides, I've already got mental problems. One of them is that I see the dead when I get these blackouts, which, I would think, is a pretty big problem," he moving closer, step by step until the two were at a reasonably comfortable distance as he proceeded to talk, "so, what brings you all the way out here? The Name's Marc Raush by the way. Whats your name? You're not a Vampire, right? I'm getting some sort of feeling, just a hunch, that you're something supernatural. Correct my if I'm wrong though. After all, I have been before."

He turned from the shifter for a moment then as he observed the sky, it was nice out today, not as hot as it was a few days before, which made the weather perfect. Otherwise it felt like the fiery depths of hell or something. The weather around here was just so weird sometimes though, bouncing from hot to cold and back to hot again, one strange climate change it was. Nonetheless, today was a great day to be outside, at least to him, one of the few things great that seemed to be happening in his life lately. After getting your ass kicked by a shifter and some raiders, you don't really think you've got all that great of luck.

[shay]

"well, what else was there to do, bleed out? The body was already dead when I found it so I just borrowed the regenerating powers of this shifter to heal myself is all. I'd don't feel too proud of it, but thats just how life works sometimes, unfortunately. We all do things we don't want to at times and that was one of those things I really didn't feel like doing."

Shay kept his distance probably looking less than comfortable by stopping. His face was half covered in shadow from his wood and inside the wolf with in was pacing back and forth, less than pleased at witnessing a human eating shifter flesh.

"Uh huh....Nice..." He said with a rich sarcastic tone that could not be missed, "Great past time you have there." Perhaps Shay did not understand why, he had never had to feast on the flesh of the dead to heal, his wolf healed most of his wounds. The thought of feasting on flesh brought back the memory of the Vampires and Shay found him clenching his jaw. Monsters.

"besides, I've already got mental problems. One of them is that I see the dead when I get these blackouts, which, I would think, is a pretty big problem," The strange man was still talking as he walked toward Shay. Shay stood stoic, motionless as he let his pale hues scan over the human. There was an odd scent to him, power perhaps, but Shay did not care to scent further to work out what it was.

"Fun for you then..." Shay grinned a little, forcefully. He was less than comfortable engaging in small talk with the man. If the man had something Shay needed then he would of been all smiles. Shay and his wolves were the go to clan of the area, if you needed anything they either had it or knew some one who did. It gave them a great powerful standing with in the city.

"so, what brings you all the way out here? The Name's Marc Raush by the way. Whats your name? You're not a Vampire, right? I'm getting some sort of feeling, just a hunch, that you're something supernatural. Correct my if I'm wrong though. After all, I have been before."

Shay unclenched his jaw and moved the weight from one foot to another, "You talk allot....the names Shay Wilde. Not a vampire...It would be wise not to assume that again unless you wish to offend me."