Moonlit Waltz (Open)

[setmi]

The sun had set maybe an hour prior, and the resulting hush of the night was almost deafening in its silence. The night hung on that cusp where those that flitted around beneath the sun were asleep for the night, and those that stalked the darkness hadn't yet emerged.

"Someone is feeling poetic tonight," The wind seemed to say, and Setmi shook his head to try and clear it. Usually he ignored the voices, but tonight he was in a strange mindset. He couldn't recognize the voice, so he was hopeful that it wouldn't be one of those dead and gone in his past. It seemed just as he was about to be able to put his past behind him, his hallucinations would remind him of those he would sooner forget.

Sighing, he meandered the streets, simply following where his feet happened to take him. He had no destination, no purpose. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. His life had ceased to have a purpose when he had killed his father, and now, all he did was run from place to place, hoping that assassins hired by Kem wouldn't find him. It was a monotonous life, and Setmi wanted to have a goal.

"You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself, for starters," the soft male voice whispered along his skin with the wind. Setmi shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool breeze. He acknowledged the voice but didn't dare answer. As curious as he was to see what body his hallucinations would give to the voice, he wasn't prepared to face up to this new stranger. So he just kept walking aimlessly, stopping every once in a while to explore an abandoned house or poke around in a deserted store to try and find some food. His stomach had been growling since he had set out at sunset, and he was beginning to wonder if he should shift and just catch some of the rats that scurried about the old buildings.

[aro]

It was distant. Too rainy for me. London wasn’t going to be anything like home. I pulled up my goodwill hoodie’s hood to cover my chills tonight. I don’t get it. Siberia’s colder than here but yet, I’m cold. What the hell. Rats scurried the streets, bums lined every square inch of the alleys and some even scared me. I was happy to actually get a bite of food in the forest before hitting the outskirts of London. The taste of elk was still in my mouth, my tongue running over my teeth so I could get every last bite out of them. It’d be the last good meal for a while it looked like. Dogs, rats, humans, cats…What a meal. Didn’t want to eat human but if that’s the only way to survive then ya, I’m going to have to do it.

My vans kicked a dead rat out of the way, my arms shifting and crossing over my chest. My eyes kept to the ground , trying not to bring anything onto me. Why did I pick London? Why did I pick Europe? Vince could easily track me, find me here. Kill all I love, if I ever will love, and make me his toy again. Those hunts and massacres. Just horrible, no wonder I wanted to run.

My whole body stopped dead in it’s tracks now, pushing back and falling onto my ass. My eyes widened, still looking at the cracked sidewalk as my hands slowly felt it. My head slowly moved up, looking to what I had bumped into. Another human. Great. What I wanted to smell after that wonderful meal I just had.

I’m…I’m so sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going more.

I stood, dusting off my clothes and my eyes shifted to this human. A man. Great. Testosterone was going to fill the air and try and kill me. What a night this was turning out to be.

[setmi]

A rat held his attention; it was very round and he couldn't help salivating at the thought of how juicy it would be between his teeth. A warm body walked directly into him at just that moment though, and Setmi took a step backwards, lip curling into a snarl as a growl trickled from his throat. His pink eyes locked on the young woman at his feet, and disgust radiated from his very pores.

"Yes you should have," Setmi said, still growling. He watched as she stood and snorted, glancing at his would-be meal only to find that the rat had scampered off in the commotion. Oh, now that really pissed him off.

"Really now, she did apologize," That calm voice breezed through his mind, and Setmi snorted, taking another step back. This new voice was so completely different from all the others that he simply did not know how to proceed. He knew he should ignore it, but it was oddly familiar in its strangeness, and almost... comforting.

He shook his head and focused once more on the brunette woman, baring his teeth in a mockery of a smile, more a snarl then anything. "I'm not all that hard to miss, really. You blind?" He said cruelly, wondering if the new voice would tell him off again. Silence met his mind, and he was almost disappointed.

[aro]

A snarl curled over her lips, her eyes looking straight to his soul. So I ran into a London were. Great. One that probably was going to have a human for dinner and I threw him off. Why did I have to run into those? My body jumped up onto my feet, slowly it curled into a defencive position. Why did I have to protect myself in every contenent I went to? Oh hell devil, just kill me now.

”When new to a city you are…” Aro snapped, though her feminish side always caught the eye of men, weather she was angry or an angel, it was her charm and beauty that drew them in. But gay guys, eh they still drop their jaws. But who knows with this champ. A chuckle then fell from me, it was only then I couldn’t figure out why I was. My snide face still in a up curl, but a laugh still came out. I get it, I ruined his rat meal! Can I make that into a happy meal for you sir? I thought.

You’ll be able to catch you’re happy meal soon enough… Enough of those damned things ‘round. If not head out of town, jack.” a snort came from me as I crossed my arms over my chest again, my body was jumping though, wanting to start a fight right here, right now. It was only my mind that was keeping me from even ripping his throat out. Oh god… Vince is getting to me again, damn it, but this guy is an ass and deserves a few scars from a girl. Everyone would laugh as his sorry ass.

[setmi]

Setmi's jaw damn near did drop, though not at her appearance. In his eyes she was about as appealing as shit on a bottom of a boot. Women were never attractive to his prejudiced eyes; as far as he was concerned the world would be better off without the lot of them. No, what made him hesitate in his next actions were her words and the way she looked up at him.

Frowning, he took in her loose defensive position, the defiant look in her eyes, and the stubborn set of her jaw. Snorting, he waved a dismissive hand at her. "You're hardly worth my time," He scoffed, moving to push past her.

"You know as well as I do that you," The soft voice started, before the wind carried away the rest of the words. Setmi found himself standing beside the woman; apparently he had paused to listen to the voice in his mind. He scowled at the thought of being helpless while he stood there listening to the passing fancy of his hallucinations, mind far from his physical body.

He turned his pink eyes on her and frowned, debating with himself. She would have no information to give him, being new in town herself, and he didn't like that she felt herself dominant to him or at least equal. This was not alright with him, not in the least.

[aro]

My eyes followed him, wondering what the hell he wanted and what he was thinking. His body stood beside her now, a click in his face set her off. It was as if he was listening to something then all of a sudden he was looking for it. Looking for someone.

Your hallucinations getting to you now?

A smirk played on her lips, her eyes watching him from under her hood. A frown played on his lips. Ah….. I see, you’re a wanna be Alpha! EH MASTER!? Wanna bone? Haha. Have fun with that.

what you lookin’ at whipper snapper?

A light growl grew from mythroat, watching him watching me. Something was going on in his testosteone grown mind. Don’t think I wouldn’t whoop your ass any day boy. I’m glad I’m not related…Oh wait, I am. Crap. Both wolves. Well atleast I ain’t yo momma! Hehe. My mind kept raddling off snide remarks but a growl still came out, my hands clenching my arms, if it wasn’t for the sweatshirt I’d be drawing blood. I was yerning to rip his throat out and eat his flesh alive.

He was one of those I don’t want running around me. So he can either run with his tail between his legs, or fight and show who’s boss…Which is me.

[setmi]

He did not like her attitude, nor how quickly she had picked up on his problem. He curled his lip into a smirk and looked at her, giving her the best eye contact he had probably given to any woman in a long time. "As a matter of fact, I just don't think you're worth paying attention too," He snipped.

A quiet chuckle echoed in his mind and he looked behind the woman, his eyes narrowing as he thought he saw a shadow seperate from the darkness. Soon his hallucinations would give a shape to the voice in his mind, and then he would be mercy to his twisted thoughts. He definitely did not want to be around this woman when he lost it.

He pushed past her, being sure to knock into her with one of his bony shoulders as he passed, a sneer curling his lips. He kept his pace even as he walked away, his ears straining in case she got it into her head that she should follow him. He just wanted to shift and get some food. His hallucinations weren't nearly as bad on a full stomach and a good rest.

[aro]

”Why did god ever make gays in the first place…” I rolled my eyes after the shoulder contact. My body moved, watching him walk in haste down the street. Arms crossing and a smirk played on my lips. My delusions from Vince were getting to me. The smell of the hunt, weather it was mortal or not. This took to me now, my body moving from the spot I was in, who knew though where I went. My eyes watched him, followed him to the alleys were rats could be found. Unless he was hunting humans. Tisk, tisk. I bet he’d hunt his own gay pride group too. A clucked echoed in my head. Gay pride black panthers… hehe.

I sat now, on the roof top, my legs dangling down as my hands gently sat on the ridge. It was only time before I could see him hunt, take in how he did it and what went on. Program it into my head and keep it for later. I was one for that, keeping my enemies and friends close at hand when it came to their hunting or fighting skills. I always try to keep one step ahead.

[setmi]

He managed to keep his composure until he was sure he wasn't going to be attacked from behind by the ornery female. He ducked into the deep shadows of an alley, not straying too far into the narrow depths that threatened to rouse his claustrophobia. It was all he could do not to simply tear of his clothing. As it was, he stripped down and folded them in a neat pile, hiding them behind a trash bin. He removed his prosthetic leg last, stashing it underneath his clothes before straightening up. He balanced on one leg with ease, though he kept once hand on the rough brick wall beside him.

His body was littered with scars, all old, all holding a story, all showing his past pains. "I thought you were hungry?" The soft male voice whispered, raising gooseflesh along Setmi's entire body. He tried not to look further into the alley, afraid of what he might see. Instead, he focused on shifting.

Reaching into that part of him that was his beast, he called it forth and immediately fell to his knees in pain as the beast burst forth from his flesh. He snarled, growled and snapped the air, trying to ride the pain rather then letting it ride him. He had learned to shift faster then most, but the cost of doing so was an even greater amount of pain then usual.

Finally his body stopped ripping itself apart and reforming, leaving him panting, his entire body one huge ache. His stomach was just as hungry in this form however, and he pulled himself up to stand on his three legs. Shaking himself, he set off along the street, knowing his nose would help him find his clothes once he had satisfied his hunger.

That just left finding a meal. Now where were those pesky rats?

[aro]

Watching him hunt for rats was a funny thing. Why did the canine in us make us so weak that even when having bigger game to hunt, we go after the smallest of things? There’s nothing there to even eat. Not even a snack more to say. My eyes watched him leave the alley, into the open street and trot down the way to find food. What is my mind thinking right now you may ask? Many things. Steal his clothes and leave a tutu. Make tattoos on his prostetic leg. Go and hunt him down myself and make him food. What which one sounded the best today? Was I going to be the jokster and have him chase me down in half of London just to get revenge? Could… Sounded like fun in this city.

My body made it’s way down the emergency fire escape on the side of the building. Keeping stealth and silence on my side I made it down to the alley where the gay guy hid his clothes. At least leave him some token of my appreciation. My eyes finally found the patch of clothes left. My hands dug around in the pouch in my hoodie, finally pulling out a shirt and setting it neatly where his other shirt was. He’d find out soon enough it was a medium in ladies and it had ‘Sexy bitch’ written on it. Always had to carry that one around to catch prey once in awhile. I took his old shirt now, covering it with my scent and putting it into a old plastic bag I could find, shoving it into my hoodie pouch. Why would I want gay guy smell all over little mwah? I’ll go give it to some homeless guy down the street.
I made my way back up the ladder, to the building roof and making my way onto another roof, since the roof tops were so close together in some spots. Have fun hunting.

[setmi]

Setmi gnawed half-heartedly on what remained of the corpse between his front legs, his stomach full and content. He stopped toying with the carcass and pushed it aside with his narrow snout, stretching out along the ground as his belly rumbled in appreciation. The rabbit had dashed out from a backyard and Setmi had wasted no time catching and devouring it. Now there was nothing left but bones and a few scraps of meat, sinew and tendons. The rats would move in after he had left, and they and the flies would finish picking the corpse clean.

He lay beneath a large dead tree in someones overgrown front yard, hidden in the tall grass and weeds. He licked his muzzle clean and gazed out into the night, his pink eyes flashing in the dark as he looked around. He inhaled deeply to ascertain that he was indeed alone before he sighed in content and lay his head down for a moments respite.

His peace was interrupted when he felt a ghost of breath along his one ear, almost like a sigh, and a warm weight coming to rest on his shoulders. He shot to his feet and whirled, a yelp spilling from his jaws as he bristled defensively. His pink eyes widened and he nearly fell over in shock.

"Hello sen." Said the identical white wolf across from him. Except he wasn't identical, not just for the fact that he was obviously a hallucination due to being able to speak. His skin was flawless, with no scars to be seen, and he had all four of his limbs intact.

Setmi finally realized just who he had been listening to the entire night.

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Setmi stumbled into the alley, mind and body exhausted from discovered revelations. He halted almost immediately, his nose cluing him in that the alleyway had been visited by someone else after he had left. A low growl trickling from his throat, Setmi shifted once he had ensured they were long gone, soon laying on the ground naked and cursing from the pain.

He was surprised to find that his clothes and prosthetic leg were still where he had left them, especially since he realized that the scent probably belonged to the woman he had bumped into earlier. Her scent was stored in his mind now though, so should she become a threat, he could easily track her down. He wasted no more time, pulling on his metal prosthetic leg before getting dressed, picking up his shirt last.

It was then he realized that the woman had fucked with his shit after all. What he had thought was his regular white wife beater turned out to be a womans shirt with rather interesting script across the front. Unable to help himself, he laughed, long and hard until he finally lay against one wall with tears in his eyes, the initial joyful sound turning to sorrow.

He became aware of how cold it was, and without another sound he pulled on the too-small shirt and wrapped his large trench coat around himself. Feeling rather melancholy, he set off toward his hotel, exhaustion washing over him. He ignored the ghostly specter that followed him the entire way.