Bryn hated begging. Hated it more in regards to people she knew than perfect strangers. She might have been able to find someone to lend her some new clothes and perhaps, old friends from her street gang days. But she couldn’t do it. So here she was, still dressed in the same old jeans and Rolling Stones teeshirt, the leather jacket now draped over her arm. It was just too damn hot for it. There, on her shoulder, you can even see strips of pale skin through the rips in the shirt where the lycan had tried to take a chunk out of her the night before and changed her world. She had cleaned the blood off as best she could from her jacket, shirt, and skin in a McDonald’s bathroom, but she still smelled of blood to one whose nose was good enough
( ... )
Eleanor resisted the urge to lick her lips as she felt the girl's pulse speed up, tasted the adrenaline speeding through her. Maybe a meal wouldn't be the right choice for this one, but she could certainly amuse herself.
"Indeed. Nice weather tonight," she said casually, though the look on her face was enough to betray any hint of friendliness she put forth.
"I'm assuming you're new around here," she added, eyeing the girl's torn t-shirt, picking up the clear metallic scent of spilled blood.
The woman's foreign scent filled her strangely sensitive nostrils, overwhelming the general stench of the street. She could just see the predatory gleam in the woman's cold eyes, and felt a strange sort of gutteral response, almost more curiosity than antagonism. But like two wild creatures meeting, it was all about the gestures, the posturing.
At least for now...
"In a manner of speaking," she replied, enigmatically. Perhaps this woman was one of New York's darker citizens, like the ones that Kilraven had spoken of. The thought filled her with many things, apprehension and eagerness twined together at the forefront. Perhaps if this person didn't kill her, she'd be able to learn something. Be cagey, Bryn, she said to herself. Keep her talking, not fighting.Bryn had been involved in her fair share of street scraps in her life, but, as with so many things these days, she suspected all that she had ever experienced was going to do her little good
( ... )
"Hm," Eleanor responded with a slow nod. She began pacing slowly in front of the girl, the chunky heels of her leather boots clicking dully against the stained pavement.
"Had a little run in, I see," she said, nodding towards Bryn's torn sleeve.
"You should be more careful," she added, flashing an almost mocking grin in the girl's direction.
If it had been day, or had the alley been more appropriately lighted, the clear gleam of elongated canines would have been obvious through her smile, but all that appeared the darkness was a barely noticeable glint. A glint she hoped the newly-turned lycan would possibly catch.
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"Indeed. Nice weather tonight," she said casually, though the look on her face was enough to betray any hint of friendliness she put forth.
"I'm assuming you're new around here," she added, eyeing the girl's torn t-shirt, picking up the clear metallic scent of spilled blood.
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At least for now...
"In a manner of speaking," she replied, enigmatically. Perhaps this woman was one of New York's darker citizens, like the ones that Kilraven had spoken of. The thought filled her with many things, apprehension and eagerness twined together at the forefront. Perhaps if this person didn't kill her, she'd be able to learn something. Be cagey, Bryn, she said to herself. Keep her talking, not fighting.Bryn had been involved in her fair share of street scraps in her life, but, as with so many things these days, she suspected all that she had ever experienced was going to do her little good ( ... )
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"Had a little run in, I see," she said, nodding towards Bryn's torn sleeve.
"You should be more careful," she added, flashing an almost mocking grin in the girl's direction.
If it had been day, or had the alley been more appropriately lighted, the clear gleam of elongated canines would have been obvious through her smile, but all that appeared the darkness was a barely noticeable glint. A glint she hoped the newly-turned lycan would possibly catch.
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