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Who: 20_mentholkools and open
When: 3rd December, day and night
Where: Around the docks or near Gibson's Boat Rental, you choose!
Summary: Riddick's lurking around doing recon on finding a way off the island.
Warnings: None. The opening's prose, but I would prefer action tags, please!

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After dark

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy generally stayed away from the docks. But tonight, she wanted to smell the wind and the salt. She sat on one of the docks and raised her snout into the wind. Her ears rustled in the breeze, feeling the spray brush against her fur. It felt nice to just sit here. Somewhere, out there, there was an Alpha, with a pack, that was missing her. Somewhere there were Fae and a vampire - well as much as any vampire could miss anyone who wasn't food - who might be missing her. That made her turn away from her contemplation of the sea and head back inland a bit.

An interesting smell caught her nose and she paused to follow it for just a few moments. Well, she'd never smelled him before.]

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[He'd been in the Port long enough to know the darkness, now - long enough to know he couldn't know it all. The dark liked to hide secrets, it was no surprise that this living, crawling thing that passed over the island had several of its own. But that didn't stop him going out in it. It just made him careful, more careful than he was usually.

He notices the hound where it heads out between the boats. Not moving quite like any of the beasts he'd seen in the dark before. Not like the hound that had almost killed Artemis. But still looking nothing like the hell hounds on Crematoria. He stays crouched on top of a freight container, even as it seems to catch his scent. Decides to watch, see what this hound will do - if it was another killer from the city's dark, or something else.]

[vw_coyote]

[Not human. Well, not exactly, anyway. Her nose follows the scent until it disappears between the boats. Then she's even more cautious. She keeps her ears and nose open, prepared for anything that comes her way.

... Including the rabbit that darted between boats. She chased after it, but missed it, whining as it dashed under something and she lost it. She pawed at the hole for a moment, but it was gone.

Dammit. Looked like it was ramen again tonight. She flicked an ear and went back to the scent she'd been following, before losing it around a container. Sniffing around the edge told her it had probably gone up. Sigh.]

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[It doesn't seem to be acting like most of the creatures he's seen in the darkness. Too playful, giving up on his scent to chase a rabbit. Most of them seemed to have a way of pinpointing people, chasing them down. But if this one wasn't something out of the dark, then what was it doing out here after the sirens?

He shifts closer to the edge as it starts sniffing around the container, leaning over the edge, wondering how it'll react if it sees him.]

[vw_coyote]

[She hears the creak of metal as his weight shifts and she looks up. Barking, she rears up to put her front paws on the container and wag her tail. She didn't know who he was, but the way he was skulking around said Newcomer. Probably looking for a way to steal a boat. Even with her magic resistance, she could feel the strange tugging in the pit of her stomach that said she shouldn't go any further.

Another soft bark and a wag of her tail. HI!]

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[The barking and tail wagging certainly said friendly. More friendly than anything else he'd encountered. There's still an element of trust he isn't necessarily ready to give over; that it might be a trick, to lure him in. He won't climb down just yet, but he doesn't retreat back, either.]

Doesn't look like you're something that should be out here.

[vw_coyote]

[Her ears perk forward and she gives another bark, her tail going a mile a minute. She knows how to do this. She's played dog before. But she recognizes his voice. Maybe. Dropping down, she turns in a tight circle, prancing a little. She can smell him on the wind, but she wants him to come down here.

ITCH! She plops down and scratches at her ear, her tags jingling in the night. Then she's up again, her front paws on the container and her tongue hanging out... just like every other dog.

COME PLAY MAN!]

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[He disappears from where he'd been leaning over the side, but that's only so he can move and drop down further along from the hound. He's still wary, waiting for the possibility of it having some larger, nastier friends, or maybe transforming into something deadlier itself. But he crouches, offers a hand out for it to smell.]

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy flicks an ear, keeping a nose and an ear out for trouble. However, it appears that they're okay for now. Mercy doesn't trust it, but she'll take it.

When he crouches down, she flicks her ears forward and cautiously approaches, her tail wagging. She sniffs his hand then licks the fingers. She's wearing tags that say 'Freya' and give her owner's name (Mercy Thompson) and address. Her tail still wagging, she flops her tongue out at him and is quietly sitting there.]

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[Licking, but no biting. A good sign, even if Riddick's still cautious. He shifts forward, enough to scratch the hound's ears, under the collar and around. He notices the tag, recognises the name.]

Mercy Thompson. [His tone's clearly amused. That name's still hilarious to him.] Lets her pets out after sirens.

[vw_coyote]

[If she knew you were calling her a hound in your head, there would be biting. She's a coyote, dammit.

She just yips at the mention of her 'owner's' name. Her ears flick forward and she cocks her head to the side, studying him. She drops her head and noses at his hand again.]

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[It isn't like there's all that many animals in his universe, or that he's crossed paths with a lot of them. Certainly not Earth animals. But he knows enough - has enough empathy with them - to keep scratching at her ears for a while, pat her flank.

But eventually he stops, standing again. He was out here for a reason.]

Sorry. Can't play all night.

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[She whines softly, bouncing upward to nose at his hand. He shouldn't even be out here. She danced around his feet, keeping her ears and nose open for trouble.]

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[He gives her one last pet on the head, but having a hound bouncing around his feet was not going to make his usual sneaking around particularly easy.]

You should head back home. Bigger things than me out here.

[Nastier, too, and the only reason why he felt at all confident being out in it was because he was damn good at avoiding fights when he didn't want them.]

[vw_coyote]

[Yeeeah, she's not going anywhere. She'll dog (AHAHAHA) along at your heels. Besides, her nose is better than yours and so are her ears. Meaning, she can be the watch dog while you do whatever dumb macho thing you're going to do... What?]

[20_mentholkools]

[She can try that, for a while. He won't do any more to try and force her not to follow him. But he will be disappearing back up onto the freight containers, the rooftops nearby, and at some point, across the city to the rental boat place.]