Post by Orca on Aug 4, 2009 7:45:03 GMT -5
(ooc: long post is long. also, first post is for Az who waited ALL night god i am tired why am i still up)
It was late in the evening, and the usual throng of people that crowded Drakborough's streets had begun to disperse. A fight broke out among two drunken men outside of Joker's Bar and a few people watched, laughing but only slightly interested, for such a sight was common in the small town. Even the lean youth who stood slightly off to one side, watching the spectacle with an amused smile, was just part of the usual nightlife.
However, the fight was short-lived, and Orca turned away, hips swinging as he sauntered off. Humans were so silly. How could one really expect to land a good blow when your vision was blurred by alcohol? Honestly. The wolf stretched and yawned, too-sharp canines visible for a brief moment.
It had been several days since his flight from the once-mighty Azrael, and he had only returned to the lively city out of sheer boredom. The initial fear he had felt toward his ex-master had faded, to be replaced by an intense wariness. Outwardly, the lycan might appear aloof as ever, but one looking too closely might notice his tensed muscles and the way his golden eyes darted about, as though he were expecting an attack any moment. Truthfully, he wanted to relax, but he was like a cat that had been scared badly and could not retract its claws. It was instinct that kept his figurative claws out, and no matter how much it ached, instinct had also saved his life on numerous occasions.
He would be careful, for now. Yes. The lycan nodded to himself, completely serious, for a change. After all, he was a wolf, and not one to just walk into a trap. Grinning, Orca rounded a corner and ran straight into a cluster of hanging garlic. Immediately, the lycan was coughing and hacking, every one of his enhanced senses useless. Tears sprang to his eyes as he batted the bulbs away, the force of his blow obliterating the plants on impact. He stumbled a few steps away, retching, to lean against the nearesest wall. He had done a many of intensely moronic things in his life, and this was one of them. Why hadn't he at least smelled the garlic? I mean, the plant wasn't fatal to lycans, despite what some books said, but it was so ridiculously pungent it easily crippled a wolf's sensitive olfactory nerves.
As a result, his wolf side was going into panic mode. Eyes dilated, Orca whirled around, gold-and-black gaze taking in every escape route possible. Were someone to come in from the right into the alleyway he was in, he could go left, and vice versa. And then... He glanced upward, and smiled. There was always up, too. The rooftops were a good a place as any for a lycan to tread, and not many wizards could follow them up there easily.
Snap.
Was that a footstep?
Orca growled low in his throat, eyes focusing on the direction the slight noise had come from. What with his delicate hunter's nose dulled like this, he was no better than a human on detecting who was around him. He wrinkled his nose, definitely Not Happy at how absolutely terrible this situation was turning out to be.
Crack.
The wolf tensed as a form appeared at the alleyway entrance. It swayed slightly and seemed to be having trouble standing, but when its piggy eyes focused on Orca standing there, it moved toward him confidently. It was one of the men he had observed fighting earlier, and the losing one, to boot. Orca stared at the man disdainfully and tossed his head. He had no wish to deal with such a disgusting sort.
"Heyyy pretty giiirll," the man slurred, reaching for him. "Wannaa, hic, playyy?"
The lycan stepped back, an eyebrow raising at the gender the man assumed he was. He stared flatly at the male, total repulsion at the abomination in front of him overriding his wolf's desire to just outright tear the man apart. "If you touch me," he finally said, smiling gently, "I will break your bones and feed you to the crows. They tell me they are hungry anyways. Understand?"
The wolf was focused on the situation at hand, so focused, in fact, had someone else approached, he would not have noticed them, despite the alarm bells ringing in the back of his mind. "Do you understand me, human?" Orca shook his head, his predatory gaze never faltering. "Just when I finally got away from that Az business, too," he muttered. "Dammit."
It was late in the evening, and the usual throng of people that crowded Drakborough's streets had begun to disperse. A fight broke out among two drunken men outside of Joker's Bar and a few people watched, laughing but only slightly interested, for such a sight was common in the small town. Even the lean youth who stood slightly off to one side, watching the spectacle with an amused smile, was just part of the usual nightlife.
However, the fight was short-lived, and Orca turned away, hips swinging as he sauntered off. Humans were so silly. How could one really expect to land a good blow when your vision was blurred by alcohol? Honestly. The wolf stretched and yawned, too-sharp canines visible for a brief moment.
It had been several days since his flight from the once-mighty Azrael, and he had only returned to the lively city out of sheer boredom. The initial fear he had felt toward his ex-master had faded, to be replaced by an intense wariness. Outwardly, the lycan might appear aloof as ever, but one looking too closely might notice his tensed muscles and the way his golden eyes darted about, as though he were expecting an attack any moment. Truthfully, he wanted to relax, but he was like a cat that had been scared badly and could not retract its claws. It was instinct that kept his figurative claws out, and no matter how much it ached, instinct had also saved his life on numerous occasions.
He would be careful, for now. Yes. The lycan nodded to himself, completely serious, for a change. After all, he was a wolf, and not one to just walk into a trap. Grinning, Orca rounded a corner and ran straight into a cluster of hanging garlic. Immediately, the lycan was coughing and hacking, every one of his enhanced senses useless. Tears sprang to his eyes as he batted the bulbs away, the force of his blow obliterating the plants on impact. He stumbled a few steps away, retching, to lean against the nearesest wall. He had done a many of intensely moronic things in his life, and this was one of them. Why hadn't he at least smelled the garlic? I mean, the plant wasn't fatal to lycans, despite what some books said, but it was so ridiculously pungent it easily crippled a wolf's sensitive olfactory nerves.
As a result, his wolf side was going into panic mode. Eyes dilated, Orca whirled around, gold-and-black gaze taking in every escape route possible. Were someone to come in from the right into the alleyway he was in, he could go left, and vice versa. And then... He glanced upward, and smiled. There was always up, too. The rooftops were a good a place as any for a lycan to tread, and not many wizards could follow them up there easily.
Snap.
Was that a footstep?
Orca growled low in his throat, eyes focusing on the direction the slight noise had come from. What with his delicate hunter's nose dulled like this, he was no better than a human on detecting who was around him. He wrinkled his nose, definitely Not Happy at how absolutely terrible this situation was turning out to be.
Crack.
The wolf tensed as a form appeared at the alleyway entrance. It swayed slightly and seemed to be having trouble standing, but when its piggy eyes focused on Orca standing there, it moved toward him confidently. It was one of the men he had observed fighting earlier, and the losing one, to boot. Orca stared at the man disdainfully and tossed his head. He had no wish to deal with such a disgusting sort.
"Heyyy pretty giiirll," the man slurred, reaching for him. "Wannaa, hic, playyy?"
The lycan stepped back, an eyebrow raising at the gender the man assumed he was. He stared flatly at the male, total repulsion at the abomination in front of him overriding his wolf's desire to just outright tear the man apart. "If you touch me," he finally said, smiling gently, "I will break your bones and feed you to the crows. They tell me they are hungry anyways. Understand?"
The wolf was focused on the situation at hand, so focused, in fact, had someone else approached, he would not have noticed them, despite the alarm bells ringing in the back of his mind. "Do you understand me, human?" Orca shook his head, his predatory gaze never faltering. "Just when I finally got away from that Az business, too," he muttered. "Dammit."