Post by shay on Nov 4, 2009 6:23:47 GMT -6
Shay ran.
Faster...faster...push through the pain
Clenched teeth and fists folded tight Shay Wilde was in a rather odd situation. The Wolf King it seemed, was being hunted.
Vampire
The stench was clear. Shay could not mistake it and as he pushed through the remnants of the city he took a sharp turn and slid down an embankment and sped across town. He could of shifted, but favoured saving his strength in case it was needed. Down an ally he stopped, cocked his head and scented the air. Nothing. Safe.
"Fuckers..." Shay cursed under his breath, spitting against the ground before shoving his hands into his hooded jacket pockets and stamped down toward the old subway line. Shay moved through the old subway lines, gliding down through old disused tunnels until he smiled as the familiar scent washed over him. Humanity.
Shay slid down a familiar route and reached a reinforced steel door in which he pounded eight times. The catch on the door was opened and through the peep hole blue eyes looked over him until the door opened with a clunck of bolts.
"'Fraid we aint got much tonight Shay..." The large burly man said.
"No worries friend..here for a visit..not business..." He patted the large man on the shoulder and moved through one of the many small colonies of humans that had taken shelter under ground. So many groups and clans-Shay knew them all. He was after all the man to go to if you needed anything. And like the humans he too had been hunted, his family stripped from him. Shay knew to many of those that governed above ground he was simply a walking meal.
Shay moved through the small makeshift sections, blankets on stone floors, tables made out of tea boxes. Finally Shay leaned against a column by a open fire and pulled out his whiskey bottle.
Faster...faster...push through the pain
Clenched teeth and fists folded tight Shay Wilde was in a rather odd situation. The Wolf King it seemed, was being hunted.
Vampire
The stench was clear. Shay could not mistake it and as he pushed through the remnants of the city he took a sharp turn and slid down an embankment and sped across town. He could of shifted, but favoured saving his strength in case it was needed. Down an ally he stopped, cocked his head and scented the air. Nothing. Safe.
"Fuckers..." Shay cursed under his breath, spitting against the ground before shoving his hands into his hooded jacket pockets and stamped down toward the old subway line. Shay moved through the old subway lines, gliding down through old disused tunnels until he smiled as the familiar scent washed over him. Humanity.
Shay slid down a familiar route and reached a reinforced steel door in which he pounded eight times. The catch on the door was opened and through the peep hole blue eyes looked over him until the door opened with a clunck of bolts.
"'Fraid we aint got much tonight Shay..." The large burly man said.
"No worries friend..here for a visit..not business..." He patted the large man on the shoulder and moved through one of the many small colonies of humans that had taken shelter under ground. So many groups and clans-Shay knew them all. He was after all the man to go to if you needed anything. And like the humans he too had been hunted, his family stripped from him. Shay knew to many of those that governed above ground he was simply a walking meal.
Shay moved through the small makeshift sections, blankets on stone floors, tables made out of tea boxes. Finally Shay leaned against a column by a open fire and pulled out his whiskey bottle.