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Night Seekers - Original (Literate) Vampire/Werewolf RP (Open)
((Night Seekers OOC Thread))
It was still dark, but that wouldn't last too long. According to the last few weeks, the sun has been rising no later than 5:15. He needed to find shelter fast. He didn't want to be out in the day if he could help it. While the sun wouldn't hurt him, it bothered his eyes. Which in and of itself was odd, given that lights didn't really bother him too much. To save himself the embarrassment he'd feel at sleeping in the sewer for the night, he finds a farm and pulls into the furthest barn from the house. He turns off his black Ninja motorcycle, and looks around the barn. Nothing but hay. No animals, no tools, just hay. He'd have to either hunt during the day, or wait until night fell again. Shifting into his sub-form, a large black tiger with red stripes, he gets himself comfortable close to his bike, and closes his eyes. Almost at once, the dreams begin. He was running. First he was running on four legs, then on two. He was always running. Running from something chasing him. Then chasing something that ran faster than he ever could. Faces appear on either side. His victims. His meals. His prey. They were chasing him. They would find him, if he allowed them to do so. He must keep running... ~X~ Dawn was approaching soon. It had been coming early recently, usually before six o'clock. He had no actual reason why he preferred to travel by night, other than; that was normally when the vampires roamed. He had no real reason to avoid the day either, except that was when the normal humans thrived and the wolves with day jobs came out of the wood work. He tended to avoid other wolves and most vampires. So he travels alone, searching for what he won't allow himself to find. And right now, what he needed to find was shelter for the day, some place he could rest, some place he could be safe, even for a few hours. Even here, in the middle of what once was the old west nearly fourteen hundred years ago, there must be some place a lonely rogue wolf could find a safe place to sleep. Such as this abandoned farmhouse that looked ready to collapse on itself. He drives his black Ducati into the house itself, parking the bike in what was the living room. He'd fixed the bike up himself, so it was the most important thing to him. He clears out a spot on the floor by the motorcycle, curls up around himself, and allows his mind to relax enough to allow rest. He was surrounded, everyone from his family was there, and they were pissed that he'd escaped them. They would have their revenge, even though they were dead. He didn't fear them, he knew they really couldn't hurt him, but he feared the idea that they might be able to lead others who weren't dead, lead them to his location, and get rid of him then. That was one of the reasons he was always running, always traveling further and further, never stopping for more than a day's rest. Never trusting anyone. He was always running. |
It would be daylight soon.
Pale hand ran through long black tresses. He had been crouched in the hay loft of the old barn. Crimson eyes narrowed slightly at the male that entered, his nose wrinkled in disdain from the noise of the bike. He didn't like loud noises. He waited there, with bated breath, so to speak. Expecting the other to sense him, to smell him. To see him, to feel his presence. That lithe frame was tense as he watched the Vampire. Watched as he changed form and curled up to sleep. Virsat's eyes had widened slightly when he saw the vampire change form. He'd heard that some could, but he had never seen it himself. It was beautiful and strange at the same time. Then he shrugged, pulling back from the edge of the loft a bit and curling up in the hay there. He wasn't perching on the edge anymore, but from where he lay he could still see the other Vampire. Virsat would watch, at least until he fell asleep himself. |
The road was old and dusty and the scenery for miles would be the same even though she couldn't see much of it in the dark. It was good to be back out in the farmlands, although now there no more crops being planted here. Whatever life used to graze amongst the pastures and grow the crops had already moved on since the drought kept the land barren for so many years. The sight of tall weeds and grass made her happy though, a sign that maybe someday people could move back to the now flourishing land. That's where she came in. Kyla was sent by her company to check out these abandoned spaces to mark old buildings for demolition so that new ones may be built in their stead. She was saddened to find out that her old family farmland was one of the places chosen for the new building sight but if putting new buildings out here would bring people back then she had no qualms about it.
Kyla had been on the road since yesterday night. Hitchhiking and walking was all she could do to get to these barren lands. Everybody else she knew was busy and the furthest distance they could bring her was back at the interstate. She got a ride from a kind stranger to bring her a little further but that was a few miles back. She'd been walking since 2 in the morning. While the man who had given her a ride last was worried for her safety, Kyla assured him she would be fine. Walking alone in the dark wasn't an issue for the brave woman since she carried a shotgun on her back and a blade at her belt. Silver, a useful thing to have when you're travelling in this era. While not every non-human would succumb to its effects, the silver bullets and blade still did a great deal of damage in her skilled hands. The dark morning passed by without event and when the sky brightened she was glad for it. Finally she reached her old farmhouse as the sun's light illuminated the area long before the sun itself would peek out of the horizon. It was dismal. Even worse than when she visited it last year. While the roof still stood, balanced precariously over he aged frame, the walls had many holes in them. The glass of the windows were dusty and broken and the front door lay on the ground, half eaten by termites and almost hidden by the grass. The dirty blond leaned on what was left of the wooden picket fence to catch her breath before realizing there was something off about the house she had just seen. Looking up again and squinting her eyes, she finally saw what it was. In the open doorway stood part of a motorcycle, shiny and black. Kyla wasn't sure if she was seeing things. This place was supposed to be abandoned, so why? Removing her shotgun from her back, the woman quickly but cautiously entered her childhood home. "So it really was a motorcycle." she said to herself after stepping into the dusty living room. "And here's the owner." Keeping her shotgun aimed at the stranger on the floor, Kyla kept her distance in case he was a criminal on the run. "Hey. This is private property you know." |
The male wakes up instantly, but like he'd learned long ago, he woke up without moving. There was someone standing over him, near his bike. "I don't care if the president owns it. I'm sleeping. Leave me alone." He continued to not move, as though he didn't find the person above him a threat. "I'm not leaving until night, so go away and let me sleep."
Even though he feigned nonchalance, he was secretly hoping the person wouldn't decide he was in the way and shoot him in the head before clearing him out. His life was one of the most depressing stories he'd heard, but he didn't want to go on to the next version of eternity if he could help it. Despite, or because of this, he doesn't move from where he's laying. ~X~ The tiger awoke when a breeze carried the scents of the surrounding area to his nose. There was another vampire nearby, very nearby, and it had an odd smell to it. A type of 'clean' smell that the tiger hadn't smelled in centuries. Moving silently, he leaps up to the hay loft and stands over the vampire he smelled, watching it while it slept. It appeared to be male, but with the way that people looked these days, it could have been female. It also didn't reek of blood, so either it was a clean eater, or it hadn't fed in awhile. He supposed it could have been a fledgling, though he couldn't imagine what a fledgling would be doing in a hay loft in the middle of nowhere. |
Virsat had fallen asleep not long after he had laid down. Laying on his side with his knees nearly to his chest and that curtain of long black hair with the few crimson strands in the front falling over his face and shoulder. Hair that nearly reached his waist. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully. That nose wrinkling slightly, almost in disdain at something as he slept.
He still wore that thick black leather color around his neck. Something he would probably keep forever. His body twitched slightly as the Vampire stood over him, his eyes fluttered a bit but didn't open. His body moved, uncurling a bit and rolling over to face the one that stood over him..one arm reached out..Reaching mostly towards the presence of another Vampire and not actually the male there. Those lips moved as he mumbled something a bit incoherent and in a foreign language. |
Kyla became unsure of what to do next. If he needed a place to sleep, he could have slept at a motel in the city. If he didn't have money, he could stay at the homeless shelter. She was about to suggest this to the vagrant but realized the nearest city, the place where she currently lived in, was more than a day away by foot. Her misplaced concern was soon followed by the memory that he owned the rustic bike parked before her. "Hey, the nearest city is a couple of hours south from here by vehicle. Why don't you stay there? If you don't have money, stay at the shelter." Although it was true that this place was abandoned and it was her house in title only, she couldn't allow the stranger to just stay here. The structure was quite unstable and she didn't want anybody tarnishing the place with their death.
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"Either you're still asleep, or you're under the impression that I'm a plushie for you to curl up with." Derrick sat just out of arms reach of the sleeping vampire. He was still in tiger form, even though he was able to speak as though he were in vampire form, all be it with a more guttural voice. He continues to watch the sleeping vampire, his own rest forgotten for the moment.
~X~ Johnny growls deep in his throat. This woman was proving to be quite the nuisance. "I avoid cities. Worthless waste of time trying to do anything in such a place. Far too crowded to breathe, let alone live." He jumps to his feet easily, pushing past the female roughly, no longer caring that she held a gun on him. "Humans everywhere are all the same." He moves the bike back, easing it out of the house and into the glaring sunlight. He'd gotten so used to living at night, he was surprised the sunlight didn't cause him to burst into flames. "Worthless humans. Why do I even bother trying to keep your kind alive..." Turning the engine over, he tears away from the house before the female has a chance to answer. He doesn't go to the road, but tears across the fields toward a barn he saw when he was pulling in just an hour or so before, a barn that was the furthest from the house. A barn that, upon approaching it, already had a bike within. He wouldn't be alone here either, but at least the hay would make for a good bedding. "If no one cares, I just want to sleep till night." He speaks his piece after parking the bike and switching off the engine again. Finding some hay in the corner of the barn, he lays down and falls asleep almost instantly again. ~X~ Derrick heard the bike as it approached, but he didn't make a move to run. This sleeping vampire at his feet didn't look like he could handle himself if the person riding the bike attacked, and while Derrick would gain nothing from helping the vampire, for some reason, he couldn't leave him alone. |
His hand had landed on the floor of the hayloft just inches from the other's tiger form. That nose wrinkling slightly again and he mumbled something else, but seemed to settle into a deeper form of sleep. Then that noise..A loud noise invading his dreams, invading his sleep. Invading his entire being. His body twitched, and his eyes opened wide. He bolted up on his feet in a matter of seconds. Even before the bike had been brought into the barn. Then he was down again. Crouching, his back to the tiger and his eyes watching with his hands placed over his ears.
He watched silently as the other person entered. He frowned and continued to watch as the other turned off the bike and laid down, falling asleep so quickly. Virsat continued to frown as he turned to look at the tiger behind him and lowered his hands from his ears. He studied him for a moment before deciding it wasn't a threat and laid back down. "G'night." He gave a small sleepy smile to the tiger before closing his eyes. |
Kyla stepped back as the grouchy stranger got up and left. She watched as he rode off towards the direction of another barn. "Hmph. Some people!" she scoffed and returned her shotgun to her back. By his words it seems he wasn't a human. Whether he was a werewolf or a vampire, she couldn't tell. Still, he had the most stunning blue eyes she had ever seen. Something that she won't soon forget. It was time to get to work. The surveyor took out a hand held device from her pocket. It was only a little bigger than her palm but the small electronic assistant could store an incredible amount of data. It was a pda that helped ease her work and doubled as her phone. She scanned through the programs stored in it and opened one pertaining to demolitions. She walked through the house, examining all the crevices within and without while ticking off the boxes in a checklist. Nostalgic memories flooded her mind as they should wherever she looked and she didn't mind the company of such ghosts. But it didn't lessen her enthusiasm for her work. She knew full well nothing could last forever and looked forward to letting this old place rest. "That's one down." she said, taking a good long stare at the aged farmhouse before turning to the other abandoned farms of the vast area. "A whole lot more to go." At least it was bright out.
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"You are definitely an odd vampire. Not many would go back to sleep after seeing me like this." Derrick speaks in a voice that he knows can be easily heard by the other vampire. He moves to the end of the loft, peering down at the other sleeping male. That one smelled of the open air and exhaust fumes. Other than that, there were few other scents on him. There were, however, mild scents on the bike, one of which smelled like wolf, and the other vaguely that of a vampire. The vampiric scent seemed to be dead, though.
"What is he, though?" Derrick remained on the loft, not wanting to jump down to the hay to sleep, just in case the third male was a hunter. It was likely the vampire to his side was harmless compared to the other male. After a time, the tiger fell into a light doze, his head resting on his paws behind the head of the other vampire whose name he didn't yet know. ~X~ Johnny slept deeply, not even dreaming until some time closer to dusk. Even then, the dreams he had were merely fantasies, not the nightmarish memories that he normally dreamed of. He dreamed of the life he wanted, the mate he sought, the house he craved to belong in, everything he didn't have now. |
Virsat had slept awhile after that. Waking up once, then looking to the tiger that slept near his head and very slowly, very carefully, he moved closer to the tiger. Laying with his back against the tiger's warm furry side. A content sigh passed his lips and he closed his eyes. Going back to sleep he probably wouldn't wake again until night had fallen. He murred softly. Contently.
It was always nice to sleep next to someone. Especially when it was something one was used to for years. Virsat hated sleeping alone. |
"Finally! The last stupid barn!" Kyla huffed exhaustedly. She had been at it the whole day and was only able to eat a pathetic half sandwich that she had crammed into her leather jacket. Straightening her cowboy hat, she marched through the weedy field between the farm she had just finished and the farm she needed to investigate in order to completely finish. Unfortunately, her plans were interrupted by a low rumble. She wasn't even halfway to the old barn when headlights pierced the dark surroundings and a car came screeching to a halt in front of her.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little field mouse." A pale skinned man stepped out of the sleek model's driver side door. "Wanna join us for dinner?" Two other equally pale non-humans stepped out of the car, snickering at their leader's remarks. "Thanks, but no thanks." Kyla replied flatly, and changed direction to go around the car. One of the other two men swiftly blocked her path. "Oh? But we insist. The meal's quite lovely and we're starving." he said, licking his ring pierced lips. "You can go on without me." she suggested and brushed past the obvious man. However, the hungry vampire grabbed hold of her arm, not wishing to let his prey walk away so easily. That was a mistake as the green eyed woman sent a crippling kick to his gut, sending the man staggering back a little. He quickly recovered from the assault but that wasn't the only thing Kyla had planned to do. Before he even growled in anger, the dirty blond had reached for her shotgun and blasted off his head. "WHY YOU LITTLE-!" yelled one of his companions before dashing towards her with inhuman speed and throwing a fierce punch to the side of her face. This blow effectively knocked out the tough girl who fell back onto the tall unkempt grass. |
Johnny was standing just outside the barn's door, watching the vampires playing with their food. He knew he should save the human, but she was such a bad example of her species. Not very caring to a poor wolf's plight.
Derrick disentangled the other vampire from his side at the first sound of the approaching vehicle that clearly woke up the third male in the barn. "Stay here where it's safe." He makes sure the vampire understands him before leaping easily to the ground and rocketing out of the barn after the sound of the shotgun blasting. There was a female laying on the ground at the feet of an obvious vampire with another vampire off to the side. This would be too easy. Rogues weren't that hard to kill anymore. It wasn't like the old days where they could actually fight. Or perhaps he'd just gotten old enough that he didn't fall easily in a battle. "Your kind should not exist. You are a disgrace to everything that vampire stands for." Derrick leaps, landing behind the vamp that assaulted the woman, and immediately leaps again, attacking his companion. His mouth was open when he took to the air, and it was closed when he landed on the vamp, his teeth embedded around his victim's throat. From the door, Johnny watched the tiger, wondering where it had come from. He knew he wasn't alone in the barn, but not many people would haul around a talking tiger on the back of a Ninja. ((Derrick wants to kill your NPCs. May he? He is rather hungry, after all.)) |
Virsat had woken, though he had fought it abit. Eyes closed tightly as he tried to pretend like he was still asleep and then the tiger was telling him to stay there, where it was safe. His crimson eyes shot open and he sat up. Watching as the tiger left the barn in a hurry. For a moment his eyes narrowed in thought and then he was leaping down from the hayloft. Crimson eyes on the man at the door now...but the tiger had said it was safe, so then this man wasn't a threat. Or so Virsat assumed.
He smiled lightly at the man, and moved towards the door to look and see exactly what was happening. He shifted a bit on his feet, pushing the long strands of his hair behind his ears as he peered around the man at the door to have a look see. He frowned, his body tensing slightly. He smelled a human and that was what worried him. |
Johnny instantly smells the vampire behind him, but he doesn't appear to be worried, even though inside he was tensing up in case there was an attack. "Your tiger seems to be quite the efficient fighter. How long did it take you to train it?" His voice was rough from sleeping in the hay and getting the hay dust into his throat, so it sounded deeper and gravely than normal.
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He blinked at man. "I have a Tiger? What tiger?" He looked out to where the tiger was with the other vampires and human. "Oh...That isn't a tiger and he doesn't belong to me." A hand went up and he plucked the thick black leather collar around his neck. "Do you think he'll be okay, though?" Virsat frowned slightly. His body was tense, but..that was because he smelled a human.
His nose wrinkled a bit. "I smell a human..do you think we'll be safe from it?" He looked at the man, crimson eyes filled with worry. He fidgeted a bit. Not entirely sure what he should be doing or what was expected of him. |
Johnny stops watching the tiger as it jumps back and forth, seemingly playing with the rogues. One of his eyes starts to twitch a little as the eyebrow over the other one shoots up. Never in his life had a vampire asked him if he'd be safe from a human before. He still had that look on his face as he slowly turned to look at the vampire to his side and behind him. "Safe? From a human? Are you joking? The human is knocked unconscious and the other human had it's head blown off." He wasn't used to not being the one vampires were afraid of, this was all new to him.
Derrick leaps on the vampire he'd been able to mark with his teeth, digging his teeth into it's neck again, this time biting down with all his might, removing the life from the vampire he'd landed on. The other vampire was the only one left, and unfortunately, he was able to get in a lucky hit that sent Derrick flying into the front end of the car, crunching the driver's side light and grill. The tiger was down for the moment. He needed a moment to gather himself before he was able to get up again. He needed a moment he wouldn't get unless something happened to change the outcome of the fight. The other rogue was already standing over him as he lay in front of the car. The attack seemed to come from out of thin air as a large dark brown wolf tackled the remaining rogue vampire. The wolf took less time ridding the vampire of it's unlife than Derrick had taken with the other one. Unfortunately, Johnny couldn't talk when he was shifted, not verbally at least, and he doubted the tiger would understand him mentally. "You alive, tiger?" He decided to try speaking to it anyway. "I'm alive. Thank you." Not only did Derrick hear the wolf, but he could tell that it was the same male that had slept on the floor of the barn while he slept in the loft with the snugglie vampire by the door. |
He blinked at the man. "Joking? About a human?" For a moment confusion flashed in his eyes and he could only shake his head vigourously to get his point across. "It'll wake up soon, won't it? Will we be safe then?" He was frowning a bit. Then he saw it. Saw the tiger that wasn't really a tiger go flying into the car. Virsat winced and flinched visibly as he gasped lightly. He should do something to help.
Then the man was gone and a wolf was helping the tiger. Virsat blinked. Well..at least now that meant he didn't have to help. He stood in the doorway, fidgeting a bit, anxiously waiting for them to come back...hopefully they'd leave the human there. |
Derrick struggled to his feet, dragging himself toward the dead vampires. He couldn't shield the timid vampire at the barn door from what he was about to do, but at that point in his life, the gentle vampire's potentially weak stomach was the least of his concerns. He fed, not just on blood, but on the meat of the dead rogues. In a matter of moments, his back had healed itself and his hunger was being sated. "Thank you, wolf. It's been awhile since rogues have given me such trouble in dying." He rose to his feet, stretching his back and joints from nose to tail tip, like a kitten that had just awaken from a nap.
He shifts back to vampire in the step that he takes back toward the barn. "I imagine you'll eat the other rogue?" Johnny tries not to let his wolven mouth smile, but he fails at keeping the grin held back completely. "I'll clean it. Assuming you don't prove to be a rogue too." He was tearing into his dead prey as he said this, remembering to add a hint of humor to his thoughts. When he was done, he shifts back to human again and joins the vampires at the doorway. His breed of wolf had figured out a long time ago to teach their young, those born wolves, to shift clothing. Johnny wasn't naked when he shifted back to human. "Well, are you going to tell me who you are, or are you going to make me ask?" |
He flinched slightly at the brutality with which the tiger had eaten his prey. Virsat frowned deeply watching both tiger and wolf. Though he was still uneasy about the human being there. Unconscious or not. A human was still a human and humans were dangerous creatures.
He relaxed a bit as the tiger that wasn't a tiger came back to the barn, and when he was close enough Virsat grabbed him and pulled him completely inside the bar. Running his hands over the Vampire's arms, then his ribs and then his back. Checking from broken bones or wounds that hadn't healed during the feeding. When he found none he relaxed a lot more. Smiling at him. "You shouldn't be reckless. It's dangerous. And...and there's a human over there somewhere.." He shuddered lightly then turned towards the wolf. His brow furrowed slightly at the were wolf's words. "But..you just asked.." He frowned slightly and stepped towards the wolf, with the intent of inspecting him much the same way he had the Vampire, for injuries and such. |
Derrick simply stood there, a dumbfounded look on his face. I've just been molested...
Johnny had watched the motions that the timid vampire had done to the spike-haired vampire, and backed away, his hands held up as though to ward off an attacker. "Whoa there, wait, wait, what are you doing? No. Stay." He points to the place a few feet in front of him. "Stop, stay." Derrick turns to watch the timid vampire in his approaching of the werewolf. "Oh come on, wolf, don't you want to be molested too?" He goes over to his bike, pulling out a rag he kept for cleaning blood off after he feeds, and wipes around his mouth and neck. "My name is Derrick, by the way. Who am I in the presence of?" Johnny sidles around the yet unnamed vampire, heading for his own bike for a change of shirt. He didn't really need it, but he'd feel better in a semi-clean shirt rather than the totally unclean one he wore currently. "I'm Jonathon, but I prefer Johnny, if you don't mind. I haven't been called Jonathon since I was kid, I don't intend to start again." |
Virsat had stopped. Almost immediatly when the wolf had told him to 'Stay.' A frown gracing those lips and confusion in his eyes. That confusion only intensifying for a moment when Derrick uttered the word 'molested'. His head lowered slightly, and a hand went up to pick at his bottom lip some. His eyes going from Derrick to Johnny. "I...I did something wrong?" He was trying to understand..He just wanted to make sure his new friends were uninjured.
Being concerned wasn't a bad thing..that was one of the few things Virsat was certain of. He wasn't sure what to say or do..Well..obviously there wasn't much he could do. He had been told to stop and stay..So..he was doing just that..and still trying to understand how he had dome something wrong..something that made them uncomfortable. |
Derrick was watching the timid vampire, and he smacks Johnny on the arm as he passes the wolf. "Look. He's not independent. See how he obeyed you like that? We have to watch what we say. I don't think he has a joking manner to him." He continues approaching the broken vampire. "Will you tell me your name?"
Johnny looked to the unnamed vampire mentally cursing himself out. That was what he'd noticed when the timid thing had asked about the human. It all made sense now. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Derrick shakes his head at Johnny. "I didn't either. I found him only this morning when I stopped to sleep. I've never met a vampire that was timid, but he's not just timid or shy, wolf. He's been broken." He touches the vampire's hand that was picking at his lip. "Stop that. You've done nothing wrong. You just surprised me. I'm not used to that sort of thing." Johnny approaches the vampire from the other side. "It's alright. I don't know what happened to you, but it won't happen again." He looks to Derrick, two words bouncing in his head. He didn't know if the tiger was thinking them too, but he had the feeling that it applied to the broken vampire. He needn't have worried that Derrick wasn't thinking the same thing. As an old vampire like he was, he'd seen many cases like the one before him. Master/Slave. |
He continued to watch Derrick and Johnny. Shifting a bit on his feet as they both approached him. Crimson eyes dancing from one male to the other and then..he smiled softly. His eyes on Derrick. "Virsat Andarias Tidar." Then his eyes had shifted to Johnny..why was he apologizing? He blinked at him. Then Derrick had touched his hand and he looked at the tiger vampire as he lowered that hand.
He fidgeted again under both their gazes. They were a confusing duo, his nose wrinkled slightly. Not entirely sure what they were talking about, except that it had to do with him. He shifted on his feet yet again. His gaze jumping from one then the other. "Is it okay then, if I stop 'stay'-ing?" |
Johnny mentally slaps himself. "I'm sorry, Virsat. I didn't know you would listen to me at all. I wasn't expecting you to." He bows his head slightly in apology. This was something new to him, as he wasn't used to the idea of a vampire listening to what he says. Him, of all people, a rogue wolf, alone in the world, a nomad hunter.
"What he means is that he never expected you to 'stay' at all. What he was telling you was that he didn't want you to check for broken bones." Derrick looks Virsat in the eye, keeping his gaze steady. It wasn't often that the tiger saw vampires with crimson eyes anymore. Just like he'd never seen another with his two different eyes, not since his own master was killed, that is. "You aren't a slave with us, assuming the wolf sticks around." Johnny shrugs nonchalantly. "I have nothing better to do. As far as I know, I'm just as immortal as you two are, so sticking around for awhile sounds like fun for now." It was true, after all. He may have been in his twenties, but he wouldn't age physically after twenty-five. Being a purebred free-shifting wolf did have some advantages. Derrick didn't look away from Virsat's eyes once while he was speaking. "Will you stay with us, Virsat?" |
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