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[amayarhyss]

Just what was he doing out here? Normally, he'd be within the castles, dissatisfied at others' work for him and altering it to his own desires. Over the years, it became a wonder to him why he bothered to hire the people he did. Why he bothered to hire anyone at all. Probably because it gave him time to hunt and not bother about inventions. Or perhaps it was some other reason? Whatever - it didn't matter at the moment.

The answer to what he was doing out here was simple; to take a break from all the idiocy of those who served them. Even in a hunt, many were useless to him. Burdens. And he only spared them since they could possibly come in handy some time around. But if they screwed up continuously for much longer, they were easily replaceable.

Keeping his thoughts to himself, not that anyone bothered to care to converse with him. Though the nobles were basically royalty, it didn't take long for the public to catch onto the fact that his atmosphere wasn't all that inviting.

His clothing today was much different than his usual clothing, kimono and all. This afternoon, he had decided to wander into the city and enjoy some time to himself. Perhaps a few sips of tea, or sake even. Whatever relaxed his frequently irritated nerves. And in that plan, he had decided that his battle prepared, more royal clothing wasn't suited for such a simple evening. So instead, his clothing was more on the dark side.

For the evening, he wore what was similar to a semi-formal suit; it didn't have a business atmosphere to it, but it didn't have a tuxedo effect either. It was its own thing. And his pants were the same kind of effect. His shoes were similar to his royal footwear, just not as high. He wore no armor, and his double-bladed sword and katana were securely sheathed on his left side.

With smooth but strong footfalls, he entered a local and modern, yet almost traditional 'watering hole.' Proceeding to the small tables outside, he settled down in his seat, back halfway turned to the streets. Calling to the waitress for a kettle of Sencha tea, he felt that he craved the bitterness rather than the sweetness of the Gyokura tea, despite its noble aroma.

Crossing on leg onto the other, he enjoyed himself, if one would say that, as he scanned the news on the pub's bulletin board. His atmosphere remained deathly stoic, even as he savored the drink. He had too much on his mind to bother with games and pastimes that others were busying themselves with.

His long, silver hair slightly shifted in the breeze, but he was preoccupied by the slowly decreasing chirping of the birds as he sipped at his warm liquid.

[Sythe]

The sun had been setting, and for about the thousandth time in her life, the darkness chased the light from her viewing. To her it had been all about the constant battling of yin and yang, light and dark. Cold blue eyes stared to the sky, the sun was just setting. She could hear the birds, well if you wanted to call those pigeons birds slowed down their chirping. She paused, and turned her head. Some one had been running to her at an alarming rate.

Had it been that hunter? Had he followed her here?! Her eyes widened, as a figure moved next to her, she felt a pain in her rear. She looked to the running man, and to her rear. Her eyes narrowed, oh no he didn’t... she was a prideful dog, and humans touching her in any way was really...disgusting to her. She looked around, no one seemed to notice, well if people saw they didn’t really care. She felt her feet ignore her minds command to stay, and her pride pushed her forward, as she chased after the man. Like a dog about to kill a cat.

She hadn’t stopped even though he led her through a crowd, her outfit sticking to her tightly, showing her nice form. She could still run though, she wore her clothes in layering, and it had always been dark. She ran after the man, and found a group of people in her way, she felt a lump of coal get stuck in her throat, as she tried to push past them. The coal exploded into tiny needles that filled the air, as soon as the needles touched the air a mean, snarl could be heard through out the air. She took four steps back, before jumping over the group of people, just in enough time to see the man turn into an alley way.

That would be your demise human, she thought quietly. Ignoring the fact people had been clapping to her for jumping. She continued to run after the man, turning the corner, looking around. There was a high fence, which she could see through, and a door that had just closed. She glared and ran into the bar, opening the door and closing it, with a quick slam. The bar was filled with men with hopeless eyes, and wolf was working behind the bar. She paused and stared to him, and he stared back, their eyes locking.

”Wha’cha need miss?” he had a scar over his lips, she looked down, before walking onto the stool in front of the bar. ”I let my pride get the best of me.” she spoke quietly, the wolf-bar tender seemed to look at the ground. ”Most people loose that now a days.. with that war.” he spoke, and looked up to the silver haired man.

She followed his gaze, and her heart beat seemed to skip a few beats. Those markings...why were those markings so familiar...why...why..why..why! She thought to herself and looked back to the man, although she had been freaking out, on the surface she still kept her calm demeanor.

[amayarhyss]

There seemed to be a major ruckus about.. Trained eardrums easily caught the sound of hurried footsteps, irritated rather quickly at the sound of a slamming door. And then a second time slamming. His lips pressed together as opposed to a frown, and he glanced up from his cup, cocking an eyebrow at the new, noisy arrivals. But there was only one; perhaps the first one already hurried into the crowd. Still rather irritated, he shrugged it off and went back to his tea.

Or at least, he was about to.

That girl - his attention was drawn to that girl. Narrowing his golden gaze, he took one final sip, placing the cup down and heading into the pub. In all honesty, he despised the atmosphere, especially the ones of the bartender and the girl. Their atmosphere was very familiar. Too familiar. He nearly wrinkled his nose in disgust at the similarities between them and the wolves.

Reaching the counter, he remained straightened up, his exterior dead cold. "The waitress can clean up out there," he said with the power of a noble and a hunter in his tone, though not the demanding kind he tended to use toward his servants. "I'm craving some saké," he finished almost bluntly. Of course, it was a tad of a bluff; he was more interested in figuring out why their atmosphere was the way they were, rather than the taste of the alcoholic beverage.

As he glanced into the basically frozen bartender, he felt a burn within his chest, like he usually felt in a hunt. Hatred. His eyes narrowed again, a glare preparing to flicker, causing the man to snap back to life and hurry to get him his request. In his peripheral vision, he cast the female a glimpse, the same hateful feeling boiling in him. But still, he wondered why. And he wanted an answer. Immediately.

[Sythe]

The Bartender went quiet suddenly, and Sythe paused, as she heard the soft foot steps, that a human would not be able to hear approach the table. She glanced to him, dark eyes narrowing, as his scent seemed to devour the area they were in, the bar tender seemed like he was just in too much fear to move. She straightened her back slightly. That scent was so familiar... she paused, and saw the bar tender moving grabbing him a cup for the sake. ”Thanks for the warning, I’ll be more careful in these parts.” she spoke and stood up. The bar tender waved and smiled as she walked to the door.

She got to the door knob, and then it hit her. A young girl was floating in a tube of red liquid, her black eyes staring out hollowly to the doctors around her. “We are ready to do the markings” “Do it” The water started to become really hot as a metal object was placed in the water about her fore head. She let out a howl, and the young girl had been in her wolf form, what ever magic it was, it had been branded on her fore head, and the young body was throwing herself against the object, until it cracked and she fell forward, lunging forward. That same scent hit her, and she felt darkness consume her

Her hands stayed place on the door knob, and she turned to him, her eyes narrowing, as they slowly turned into a bright blue, she would have showed her true form to him, but she couldn’t help but feel the burning pain of the markings showing on her fore head. She paused, then remembered their had been other people around. She turned quickly to the door and opened it, before running off, she had hoped he saw her. She had hoped he knew who she was, she had hoped he would follow, and she had hoped she could kill him

[amayarhyss]

The little girl made a good point, planning to be more careful around these areas. But it got him to wonder what exactly they were talking about. Normally, humans had not much to worry about, unless one was a female; rape and such were one of the things that haunted the streets nowadays. There were wars within the cities and civilizations themselves. But this female didn't seem to have to need to be cautious about that; she seemed to be capable of holding her own.

So what was it she needed to be careful about?

As she walked off, he kept his peripheral vision on her. Not too focused, but capable of noticing her movements. Which was exactly the reason his side glance eventually grew more concentrated during that sip of saké; he had seen her turn to face him.

Placing the cup down for a refill, he glanced fully over to her now, his deathly stoic exterior growing colder. Their eyes met, gold clashing against ebony. But then he realized, her eyes were beginning to glow. And human eyes never glowed into a different color. Behind his expressionless lips, his pearls clenched tightly together.

As those orbs flashed cerulean, he felt his gaze faintly widen in sudden, upsetting realization. She was a wolf. And as his grip on the refilled cup tightened, the glass of it soon cracked, his mind knowing it wasn't just any wolf. It was the one that escaped.

His lips pressed into a thin line before he downed that dose of saké as well. Now, however, as he licked the last drop off the cracked possession, his near hazel eyes glanced up at the bartender. The man froze again, and this time, Osyrhysse knew why the bastard was so afraid of him. The male wolf knew he was living on the brink.

With a 'tsk,' the Ayumu unsheathed his katana, the movement toward the tender's throat one fluid yet lightning quick action. The cup dropped at the wolf's feet. Lowly, he seethed, "I know what you are. And now I know how you've all managed to survive." His gaze narrowed in a glare now, the blade of the katana poised to slash right through the neck, the user barely managing to resist as he allowed the female to slip away.

"In due time, I will end you as well. Never forget that you are my prey, and my prey never win." As he sheathed his thin katana again, he turned toward the door, proceeding to follow her. Soon enough, he would prove his words.

Chances were, he was a tad behind. But he was a hunter; he had ways of catching up to his prey, even in this unsuitable clothing. Rolling his shoulders a tad, he closed the door behind him and headed for the rooftops. Quickly, he took off after her, or where he presumed she would be; skimming the rooftops, it was clear that there was something wolf like about him, at some points. But how he hated canines. Ah, the irony. Not that he gave a damn. As far as he was concerned, they were his toys to rid of as he pleased, similar to him or not.