
02-06-2011, 03:49 AM
A gentle breeze blew through the balmy summer night air, and the sweet smell of pumping blood invaded the humanoid's nostrils. Perched in a squat atop a gazebo in the park, a pale dark-haired figure was silhouetted against the night. Dami's black, unkempt hair swayed around the contours of his face, and the two cold gray orbs that were his eyes shone in the darkness. He was still, every muscle tensed, his position in a perfect, poised state to pounce upon the prey he was tracking.
That's what he was, a tracker, not the best but not the worst in the ranks of the demons from whence he came. About the only thing he could boast about was that his existence was purposeful, an invocation and mixed blood had given him his life. "Well... unlife.." he thought aloud under his breath. The scent on the air was growing stronger, indicating that his intended meal was approaching closer in the park where he waited. And he had been waiting for many hours now, trailing and eavesdropping, determining the best time when the mortal he was after would be alone and far from seeing eyes. The sound of footsteps against the paved walkway reached his ears. They twitched once, twice, and he rocked upon his toes, feeling the thrill course through his vains as he prepared for a spring.
Julius stumbled through the park in the grips of the night, a pungnent stench of alcohol wafting around him like a cloud. His footsteps were uncoordinated, shambling as he wound his way towards his outer-city home. "And... Imma go home.. call this bitch.. Oooo yea playa is in the house!" the young man's voice was slow, slurred, and heavy with intoxication as he rambled out loud to the night. So caught up was he in his planning of a phone call when he reached home, he was oblivious of the soft thud to his right as he passed a small grove of thick trees. Not that being sober would have helped him much.
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