Unnatural [Any]

[Yzge'ek]

The glistening buildings and pristine streets of Westminster almost awed Yzge'ek. It was here the best of the best lived. The alphas of not only her species, but of the city itself. It was here they kept their dens, their families, and their businesses.

But here she was, hardly dressed in rags in the splendor that surrounded her. It was just unnatural. Animals living in such man-made structures, being more civil than was necessary. All her life she had lived in the woods...like her family had always done. But city life was just so alien to her. With the exception of the easy prey, it was not something she liked. The wolves here were domesticated.

The blond bristled, pulling the tattered jacket around her tightly as she walked down the street, humming a bit to herself as she tried to comfort herself. Part of her just wished she was one of those fat dogs. Things were soft, easy...and well, she was starting to run out of fight. She was a lone wolf, which too...wasn't natural.

In fact, if Nadine had even an inkling of how to either find a pack, or make herself more civilized, she would, at least she would now, with the cold biting at her, and the bittersweet wonderland that surrounded her...but she didn't have a clue, instead, she sniffed, wrinkling her nose as she spat on the cobblestones, growling her misgivings at the soft beasts that made her look bad.

[murazar]

Murazar was taking a nightly stroll… Ok maybe not, more or less he had just finished taking out a target in his apartment. The poor soul died in his own shower and wouldn’t be found until his neighbors complained about his bodies decay.

His pistol was silenced and hidden nicely in the back of his jacket. His knife was concealed up his sleeve which could on a moments notice pop the handle into his palm. He was dressed quite nicely, in his regular suit although he wore a larger jacket draped over himself to make it appear that he was cold although he couldn’t feel the chill at all.

Walking along the sidewalk he in an instant knew someone was heading his way even though he couldn’t see them yet. Why? He was hearing the steady thump of their heartbeat. It sounded quite interesting in his ears, always had. The more scared someone was or the faster it raced he could almost dance to the beat.

His footsteps were silent, despite walking straight towards her. Or rather straight next to where she was walking she hadn’t seen him yet. When he heard her growl he stopped for a moment before asking her politely with a neutral look.” Now what is a young lady like you doing out at this hour?”

He then took a small mental analysis; he was just a few feet away from her and appeared overall not that much of an overt threat. His mental thoughts took over, Teenager years, in looks. Real age probably not too much older than that, although possible. Looks a little out of place considering the area. Maybe she lives outside of London? Obviously werewolf, not some insane human. The fact that they were the same height had no effect on him whatsoever. It belied confidence in himself at least to her, he was more than confident in himself.

He personally was just glad that by job as a mercenary he could just b.s. his way out of trouble if werewolf guards happened to show up. Although he doubted very much the young lady could, if she could she would scream the moment she saw him. If not then she most likely didn’t belong here either.

[Yzge'ek]

The female turned with almost a bored expression on her face, had he expected a scream? A fight? Some sort other sign of a victim? Truly, Yzge'ek could not dredge up enough concern for her well being to give this baby faced predator what he was looking for.

”Now what is a young lady like you doing out at this hour?”

"Nothing sir." She replied almost meekly, the soft voice of a tired woman who didn't want any trouble. Either giving or receiving. "Just out for a walk." Though the state of her told a different story, the shape of her clothes and the condition of her appearance only pointed out the truth, she was only walking because she had nowhere to go.

Of course, when anyone asked something like that, there was doubt, suspicion and any other feelings that followed. "What about you?" It was late, and the man was dressed incredibly dapper for the situation and the time. She could only guess he wasn't human, only given the predatory behavior...he did stalk her after all. Never mind the fineness of his manners and his dress were suspect. Usually around here, only the uppercrust were so refined. And those were humans. But she didn't judge.

"So are you following me because I'm in your territory?" Nadine cut to the chase, werewolf, human, vampire or no...there was a reason for this, this man wanted something, so she could only guess that it was she who was in the wrong area. That seemed to be the norm.

[murazar]

He waited and watched her, first she was meek and his thoughts instantly said to himself sharp as a dagger in the back. Easy liar, pretender. Dangerous only in mundane ways. He was now very interested in her, simply a curiosity. He rarely met any cold blooded killers who didn’t do it for a job.

He waited without saying anything; the next wording came up… Not so cute and innocent this time. It was a demand, polite but not even close to the one from before. Aware of oneself. Also interesting.

Finally, she cut to the chase. Territory? Ha! I owned Italy, child. You have no idea what I could do. Those thoughts blasted inside his skull, rarely he let that happen. This time her question was so audacious it almost made him laugh.

Instead he simply grinned maniacally. He replied calmly, his accent becoming Italian styled.” Well, territory has never been my thing. Although you do seem to be the most interesting person of interest around these nights. Personally, considering your state of dress I’d say you slept on the ground or streets too much.”

He pointed for a brief moment at her clothing before folding his arms. His left hand now made it possible to put the pistol out in an instant. He continued politely of course.” Now it’d be up to you but I could at the least get you a decent place. Not with me of course.” He smiled at that, he didn’t even want to let this young lady try or successfully seduce him even for a moment.

He finished simply,” Your choice. Yes or no I will keep an eye on you just because you’re interesting. Also I won’t interfere unless I have a need for that person.” She didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He made that quite clear. He was fully capable of having people watching her during the day and at night if he couldn’t. He was also pretty much telling her he’d just be around and give her a bunch of free stuff if he could just observe. Nothing lethal, he wouldn’t bother with it unless she got too curious about his past. People always did.

[Yzge'ek]

Perhaps Yzge'ek was right to bristle, there was something about the man that just rubbed her the wrong way. Like when Kr'haq ran his fingers down her fur the wrong way, she tensed, he was testing her, and she didn't like it.

But she didn't take anything as an out right threat just yet, either way, her hunger had been sated earlier this week. She might be a cold blooded killer, but by no means was she one to indulge in excess. She just didn't have the heart for it.

"Yes, I'm aware of the haggard condition I am in." Yzeg'ek grimaced, lifting her lips like she had smelled something bad. "As anyone could plainly see." That sweetness in his voice grew deadpan now, less meek when it seemed that she was found out. Certainly this predator wasn't aware of the whole picture, but still they could smell their own. Predators smelling predators. It was only normal.

” Now it’d be up to you but I could at the least get you a decent place. Not with me of course. Your choice. Yes or no I will keep an eye on you just because you’re interesting. Also I won’t interfere unless I have a need for that person.”

Well it appeared her initial reaction towards this male was well founded. There was something about such a offer that seemed...creepy to her. The term: voyeur came to mind very quickly. "Well, aren't you a regular Abel Magwitch." Nadine said it with a very skeptical tone as she eyed the man up and down. Who could blame her for thinking of Dickens at a time like this.

"And other than the pleasure of watching me, what is in it for you?" God help the male if he so much as touched her, she would have his manhood hanging from her claws. The mere idea of anything like that made her queasy. "Since I'm certain that people like you just throw about handouts..." Sarcasm this time, she wasn't too sure what he was getting at.

[murazar]

Murazar frowned politely and kept the frown pinned there like a notice on a board. Now her true colors were out in the open. He kept an ear out for any possible interlopers; so far the guards seemed to be staying at their post instead of patrolling. Which meant he had until near-morning.

His frown deepened and fury almost overtook him when she sarcastically said he was like the blasted fictional character of the 1800’s. That was before even he was born! The only thing visible about his fury was his pheromones which she most likely was unable to smell since she was not in wolf form. Also the frown and the look in his eyes were of a carefully restrained killer.

He’d have no qualms about ending her life and leaving, there were almost no records on him. At least that was paranoia talking that something was still circulating around. Most likely just his obituary from long ago. He replied sharply, politeness thinned out but still there.

“I am not watching you out of some perverted mindset. I’d be watching you to see whether you got caught or not, what techniques you developed, and how you generally worked. I enjoy seeing the workings of people’s minds, not much else. So throw any of those thoughts away.”

He calmed fully back down using his free right hand to straighten his tie before resuming his crossed arm pose. His voice was completely back to politeness now.” Now, the main reason I am offering this is because. I don’t meet many others despite our obvious differences in why we do what we do. Mines a business, yours is obviously enjoyment or else I would have had heard of you.”

He squeezed his eyes concentrating on her eyes for a moment before returning to his normal watchful look. His eyes never left hers, and his peripheral vision never left her feet or hands. If they took a movement in a hostile or non-hostile way towards him he would react defensively or offensively.

He finished simply again,” Take it or leave it. Consider it or not. You’re too inexperienced to hide your tracks from someone like me." He smiled with confidence. The frown now gone he seemed less, hostile despite the obvious power he demanded just by the way he held himself. Also called arrogance, but that was if you couldn't back it up. He obviously could.

[Yzge'ek]

"I assure you, it's the last thing on my mind." While Murazar was a heated furnace of subtle fury, Yzge'ek was still calm and collected, still attempting to her best capacities to be polite...though her tone was still managing to be without expression. She was honest about her statement though, even if that had been the terms, she would have never accepted. "So, you wish to watch me in my natural habitat...for the sake of satisfying...professional curiosity?"

So it seemed he was some sort of paid serial killer, which was interesting. "I assure you, I pose no threat to your...business." And she wanted to point out: She didn't enjoy it. For her, evil actions were for the good of others...being evil for the sake of someone good to try to make right. Never mind that it served as simple sustenance for her.

” Take it or leave it. Consider it or not. You’re too inexperienced to hide your tracks from someone like me."

Yzge'ek kept an eye on the male the whole while, pulling her hair behind her ears. She smiled. Arrogance. Something that just seemed to amuse her, because that was no doubt a sign a weakness. She could respect that he held himself 'tail' held high, but he had done nothing but smear around threats, so she wasn't what anyone would call: impressed. "You'll have to forgive me being skeptical...however, I want a shower, so I'm not about to complain about your choice of entertainment."

[murazar]

Murazar nodded to her question, “Correct.” So far at the very least it was cordial, although he doubted very much she could even guess at what he really did. So far she probably thought he was just a thug or murderer who was paid well. He was far more than that, he was just happy that acting to him only required to let his emotions loose once in awhile.

He still continued to analyze and observe her, Calm. She doesn’t regret her killings, she’s not paid. She doesn’t have a job let alone a place yet. Intelligent, but not wise. Not experienced for sure, probably looks her age somewhat. He shook his head lightly, to her assurances which were not one hundred-percent reliable.

“I doubt that, some times an idiot out in Chinatown being paid five Euros would go and knife my target in the back. Bad for business when anyone interferes, that’s why I like to keep an eye on people.” To him killing was a reliable form of business, it was true power. The power to survive and kill was the power of the world. If you were the best at both and were very lucky you could rule the world.

Ruling wasn’t his style, he still found some sort of joy in wiping scum and goody-goody two shoes people off the planet. She placed her hair behind her ears, Habit. It might be the death of her one day. A smile. Good she took the arrogance as bait. Absolutely sure of inexperience, doesn’t know I’m faking my actions in one way and not in another. Bad reader of subtleties within subtleties. Couldn’t make it as an assassin. Probably won’t survive very long without luck.

He inwardly smiled; she took all of his baited subtleties. He didn’t mind if people couldn’t play politics in every moment of their lives, he was pretty good at them too. Then again two centuries sort of helped that along. He put his free hand into his pocket and pulled a small ring of keys out. He tossed them to her after making it plain they were keys.

“Your keys then and I guess I’ll show you the way and leave. I wouldn’t want to infringe on your presence too long. “He turned keeping an ear out for her heartbeat; if she got too close he would pull that pistol out and shoot. Never could be too careful. He spoke up as if almost forgetting something despite not forgetting it at all. “Oh yes, all bills you have will be paid from a third-party source I have. So you only need to worry about sustenance and other needs.”

Generous, but then again it were an easy way to rid him of the third-party source if she did get caught. It put him out of no amount of money and made him immune to the police on that matter. So in reality it wasn’t that generous, just common sense.

[Yzge'ek]

Yzge'ek just rolled her eyes, this man was boring her, the way he spoke the way he carried himself, the way he acted so superior. It only took so long before she grew weary of it all. She wasn't so polite to cover it, she yawned, but it could easily be feigned as sleepiness given the hour.

"Of course, of course..." she smacked her lips a little as she got her bearings back. She at least was aware that she was a small fish in a big pond. Sadly, Murazar was not. And she was well aware that she would die young one of these days...it was just the way things were. She would pay the piper and play her lip-service when she was outgunned. But that didn't mean that she would stay in the assassin's offerings. She agreed. Because still, she wanted no trouble. But she could smell a trap. "We should go, no one wants the night things to be out past their prime...and I'm certain that a man in your position has better things to attend to." she gestured outwards, towards the horizon.

She could act impatient if she wanted, why not? Hell she had no issue using honeyed words until the animal left. Pride had no place when it came to survival. The world had no pity for the arrogant.

[murazar]

He glanced slightly at the horizon; he had stayed out longer than he thought he would. He’d be fine however; if he had to survive he’d simply hop into the sewers. After all pride in appearance held no concern over living, despite the fact that if he died the world or a lot of people would probably be saved for a short time anyway.

No she was acting arrogant, at least in his opinion. Her politeness faded and now she was acting as if she was top dog at the moment. He sighed lightly as she spoke and kept walking, his night was over and now he’d have to set up a small spy network on her.

Of course no one would probably notice if you had fifteen to twenty people watching you indirectly that looked like they were just going to work, hurrying along, preaching, and etcetera. One of the perks of large amounts of cash sitting around and knowing tens of thousands of people that would do the job efficiently.

As it turned out the apartment wasn’t too far outside the wolf section of the city and seemed fairly decent. He of course had a couple thousand dollars sitting inside with rudimentary furniture and minimal food/bathroom supplies. The reason was because it was a safe house.

Not anymore, the reason he gave it to her beyond the watching is because this one in particular was being watched by people. Governmental people. They were watching him there, he didn’t know who or what organization they were. Nor did he care. He just rendered them ineffective. Once they realized he wasn’t around they’d look elsewhere.