yet the universe feels cramp to me | [C] Mercedes

[markdaniels]

^{You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.}

“Now, I’ma gonna tell you something right now, and I’m only gonna tell you once,” He said, glaring at the fumbling man as he scrambled up. Having taken a tumble, the nice clothes he wore were grass stained now and muddied. Ice and sludge marked the ground, covering it fine and fine again with a substance that did not support the opposing man’s flight reaction. It was hard to run through icy mud. It was easy to slip, especially in those fancy, well-polished black shoes. “You better just sit your ass down and quit this running or I’m gonna shove my boot up your ass and you ain’t gonna like it not one bit.” The tone was even, low, and accented as the human hunter heaved gently. Panting, given the long run and his lengthy experience with cigars. Lung cancer, in its premature form, lingered in the older man’s chest. Knowest, or unbeknownst to its host. The Hunter, as we will call him, was a man well into his years. His hair was peppered, grey, white and black, with his eyes a quite steely kind of grey. Hollow they seemed, but livid now they were most displeased with these sorts of events. Standing tall, remaining broad and strong despite his age, he looked to the man who, upon hearing the voice of the Hunter, turned, looked back at him, then continued to run. Racing through the orchid he ran like the devil was on his heels… and in many ways, the devil was. With that the Hunter snarled quite simply, for even humans can do so when they’re quite put out, and lowered himself to the ground. On one knee he bent, leveling his gun on his shoulder, peering onward, and then placing his finger in it’s respective place. He watched the man go, now five yards off, and earning more and more distance. But the Hunter did not rush himself. Nosir, not at all.

Walking up was another man. Standing tall and being well muscled he wore clothes that weren’t terribly odd. A trench coat that suited the weather, beneath which were other articles of modern clothing. He looked well put together and fine, tailored to look decent and well, despite the dreary day and the event he was witnessing. One could tell, then, if they knew the man that he had not dressed himself that day. That a woman was the only one with such a finely crafted fashion sense who could have found fabric that covered his frame and suited his stature. If Mark had been left to don garments himself, he undoubtedly would have looked a mess. But, alas, he appeared a gentlemen… and perhaps a gentlemen was what he was after all. A gentlemen was simply a patient wolf… was that not so? His shoes crunched on the half-solid, half-slushy ground. Eyeing the Prey that ran, before letting his eyes swim over the Hunter, he contemplated the way things were progressing quietly to himself. The senior between them, if only by a few, humble years was the Hunter. … But the human mind in the other made things hard to judge, didn’t it? “Wait any longer and we’re going to have to let the dogs out.” Mark remarked, showing his disinterest in the length of time waited.

“I thought the dogs were already out.” The older man said, his eyes not straying from his mark, despite the smart-alecky comment that was thrown his way. Sneering, Mark rolled his eyes as the shot resounded. The quiet landscape broken, almost as if Thor reached from the heavens and split the clouds with such fervor, the resounding noise was the only reasonable result. But flinch Mark did not do, simply observe as the smudge on the landscape horizon fell, never to move again. “Go fetch.” The human said then, lifting himself from his bent knee with a grunt as he threw ‘The Lad’ a cocky grin. Smirking at him, as if calling Daniels a dog was anything less than hilarious. “Woof-woof.” Was the only respond he earned, as Mark strolled forward. His eyes narrowing somewhat as he passed the Hunter. Did he trust the other? No. Even as he walked the way, knowing the man was at his back with a loaded gun… Mark did not feel any inkling of trust develop. But, he worked with who he had to work with. And THEY had decided the Hunter was a valid and capable man. One who needed an assistant today, and who was the lucky lapdog sent on the quest? Oh, oh! I am! I am! Mark thought in his head, glaring somewhat at the ground as he went on, and on, and on. Perhaps the Hunter had waited to shoot just for this fact. It’d be a long walk for Mark to collect the corpse.

Out of Clues: Perhaps... Mercedes was around when she heard the gun go off? Went to investigate? She could be in wolfy form or just… chillin as a hummy. =D

[mercedes]

The sounds of a gunshot could be heard for miles as the young werewolf jumped and whipped her head around to see where it had came from. She knew it was close, because not only did the sound travel but it was loud enough to damage anyone's hearing. In a tight little denim skirt that had been frayed and a low cut shirt that showed off her medium sized chest, as well as high heeled shoes that made her seem way taller than she actually was, she walked the streets attempting to find where it had come from and what was going on.

This young girls name was Mercedes, or Cedes for short and she had only lived here for a short while. Her secret was only known to two people other than her pack and she was ok with that. Most would call her a "freak" or a "mutt with fleas" and they wouldn't attempt to even know who she was as her human self let alone her wolf self. Should she show up in her human form or in her wolf form to the scene of the crime? Human is more inconspicuous. The scent of blood began to fill the air, and she wasn't vampire or anything but the smell of blood and meat bothered her to the point of where it would transform her without her being able to control it yet.

Before she knew it she could feel herself begin to transform and change into the wolf form everyone looked down on as a "mutt". She rather liked being this thing everyone called a "mutt". Not that she didn't like being a human, she could wear some cute clothes and what not, but at the same time, she could run faster on four legs and be able to do things that a person couldn't. Though, she had to admit to herself that being human doesn't get her into trouble like wolf does because she is mistaken for a dog with her size as small as it is.It isn't the standard for a regular wolf, but is bigger than a normal dog.

Padding up on the gunshot and the wounded,rather old, man and a much younger man, perhaps assassin? But the question was what did he want from him..Money? A deal he would not do? Whatever it was, it did not matter much now. Her large cranium, canine head, peered around the corner quietly sniffing toward the victim and his blood. The scent of his blood filled her nostrils and stayed there intoxicating her, making her want it. It was a bit barbaric to do something like that, to eat that type of meat, or to drink and lick up the blood of another but to keep herself alive she had to eat somehow. Cedes crept up on the both of them and began to sniff the blood that had been on the cement around her. Her ears twitched as she smelled the variety of odd and strong scents on him giving her a clue as to what had happened to him and why he is dead now. Though, it was just a hunch.

Her ears pinned back as she darted her eyes toward the other human realizing she was out in the open and he could snag her anytime he chose to and killed her as well. A small yip came from her mouth along with a whimper to tell him 'Please don't hurt me.' She sat down and looked up at him, her glowing yellowish green eyes of sorrow beaming into his.



OOC: Sorry for the rambling... I tend to do that when I'm searching for things to say xD