The Moon is Blue (open)

[beyourclaymore]

He wasn't slave to the full moon like so many of the other wolves he'd met in the village. He could shift at will, it was what he was rather than a curse and that, he knew, set him apart from those who thought themselves afflicted

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[seleneimmortal]

Walking the street to head to Fangtasia, Selene did not expect to see a face so familiar ...

It was Quint. Lane's son. The super-lycan the damned doctor created with Eve's blood.

Before she could stop herself, her eyes turned blue, her fangs were bared as she took on a much more defensive stance, hands ready on her guns strapped to her thighs.

"I killed you," she said in a hiss. He shouldn't be here.

[ooc: oy, this is long overdue! i hope they don't kill each other! XD]

[beyourclaymore]

He was not entirely used to being accosted on the street by strange women, with fangs and bright blue eyes.

He growled in response, more on instinct than anything else, his eyes going a dark deep amber and his own teeth shifting into a feral grimace. He didn't go for his gun, in a holster under his arm, because it simply wasn't his weapon on choice.

"I don't know who you think I am lady," not human, he could smell that much, but not fae. "But obviously I'm alive."

[ooc: Well he's generally not the sort to brawl on the street... much. Okay I guess he is. :P]

[seleneimmortal]

Instinct drove her as well but not enough that she'd kill him off, again, right there.

Perhaps later - if he gave her reason to. Her hands still rested on her guns.

"You shouldn't be. Neither should your father. I know who you are and what you are." The air smelled too putrid for her not to notice.

[beyourclaymore]

"My father?" he couldn't help the husky laugh. "Good luck, he's been gone so long I hardly remember him."

Not quite true, he remembered him of course, but his pack had been his family more than his parents ever had.

[seleneimmortal]

That took her aback. How could that be when Selene killed Quint just as Eve finished off Dr. Lane?

With narrowed, alert eyes, she stared him down. "Who are you?" Because it was seeming more and more that this was not the man she thought it was.

...but he was still a lycan.

[beyourclaymore]

"Don't you think it might have been more polite to ask that before you went all fang face on me?" He relaxed slightly but it was a misleading sort of relaxation, eyes still amber, his wolf just there under his skin.

"I'm called Dyson, who are you?"

[seleneimmortal]

She had no time for niceties. Especially not one that looked exactly like the one sent to kill her and her daughter.

Selene still stared at him fiercely.

"Dyson," she repeated, "I am Selene. Death Dealer. I kill your kind." Used to, until Michael. But she did not tell him that.

[beyourclaymore]

Had she just arrived? He hadn't met a double of his own yet but he'd seen the chief of polices wife and his friend from the clinic. Eerie as shit.

"You can try," he told her curtly. "Fae are pretty hard to kill, and if you manage it you'll have to deal with Bo, and Kenzie who is pretty terrifying even if she is human."

[seleneimmortal]

"Things are different here, I am aware of that." She had no idea who these other people were that he mentioned, nor did she care. Selene had stuck to her kind even if they were far from who she wanted to be associated with.

She kept shaking her head. "Quint was his name," she offered. "The wolf who went after me and my daughter, and almost killed off a whole coven of vampires. He is lycan and looks exactly like you."

That would explain why she was so hostile.

[beyourclaymore]

"Yeah well he's not me, so put the fangs away." He had nothing against vampires, he'd certainly never killed one that he hadn't had to in self defense or because they were of the dark - and they were at war. Light fae vampires were just like any other kind of fae.

[seleneimmortal]

Selene wasn't sure if he should be thankful he wasn't Quint or if she should be, otherwise he would be a bloody heap on the ground (or, truth told, maybe she would be).

"You're still one of them - a lycan - werewolf." It was too much a coincidence that Selene still had a hard time separating Dyson from Quint.

Her fangs were still distended although sharpness was gone from her tone.

[beyourclaymore]

"I'm fae," he corrected her. "Lycan yes, a wolf shifter. But not the way you mean. We don't use the term werewolf... not the way those with a moon madness curse might." Number one he didn't go around killing people - usually.

[seleneimmortal]

A shifter. One corner of her lips quirked. Good. Then he is not like Quint. Not in one way, at least. "You only take on wolf form," told more to convince herself. "How long had you been here?" Wondering, too, why she had not run into him before.

[beyourclaymore]

"What other form would you like me to take?" He asked with a wry twist of his lips and an arched brow.

"I've been here... a year or so." Actually his one year anniversary had been on the full moon.

[seleneimmortal]

"Anything but a wolf," Selene deadpanned, her stoic expression giving way to a wry smile, there and gone. "I have been here a few months although I was told that I was here long before." How was that for something different. "I have no memory of it."

[beyourclaymore]

"Didn't get to choose, born this way." Like all fae. "Yeah, I have friend who wen home and came back, but she remembers being here before."