Post by sydelle on Jul 2, 2011 0:09:03 GMT 1
This has got to be it. Sydelle thought, picking her way through the filth. She'd been in town two weeks and she hadn't come across a single werewolf. Humans, vampires, mutants, elementals, even the occasional demon, but not a single werewolf. It wasn't until someone mentioned the lycanthropes living underground that it even occured to her she was looking in the wrong place. It made perfect sense, when she thought about it. Afterall, who would want to live in the same place as vampires?
She stopped and took a deep breath through her nose. There was the overwhelming stench everyone acquainted with the sewer. But there was something underneath it. She was just beginning to recognize the scent of her own kind, but she was willing to bet she was on the right track. And, if she was correct, the trail wasn't that old. There'd been someone down here within the last day. Whether they were still here or not was the question. She knew how to get a concrete answer to that question, although she hated it. Not that it mattered. She sucked at shifting at will. Although she was getting pretty good at repressing it.
She froze when she heard a sound up ahead. She kept to the wall, moving as silently as possible. She was positive the sound had been a footstep. But with the echo in the sewer, it was nearly impossible to tell exactly how far ahead the sound had come from. The minimal light coming from topside was enough for her to see, but she still didn't like the darkness. She wasn't a vampire.
She was caught between the hope of finding a pack and the fear of being let down. She'd run without one for decades now, surviving the apocalypse all on her own. She still wasn't sure why she had this sudden urge to find someone else. Instinct to mate? Hardly. She hadn't felt that urge since turning. Was she just lonely? Improbable, but not impossible. While she hated the majority of the population, especially the vampires, there was a small part of her that wondered what it would be like to be around people she didn't hate.
She broke into a silent run, avoiding the puddles of unnameable goo, until she saw a figure in the distance. She skidded to a halt and took a deep breath, again through her nose. Werewolf. They were standing in a darker corner, so she couldn't tell gender. She stopped and just stood there. She realized she hadn't come up with anything to say. Well crap.
She stopped and took a deep breath through her nose. There was the overwhelming stench everyone acquainted with the sewer. But there was something underneath it. She was just beginning to recognize the scent of her own kind, but she was willing to bet she was on the right track. And, if she was correct, the trail wasn't that old. There'd been someone down here within the last day. Whether they were still here or not was the question. She knew how to get a concrete answer to that question, although she hated it. Not that it mattered. She sucked at shifting at will. Although she was getting pretty good at repressing it.
She froze when she heard a sound up ahead. She kept to the wall, moving as silently as possible. She was positive the sound had been a footstep. But with the echo in the sewer, it was nearly impossible to tell exactly how far ahead the sound had come from. The minimal light coming from topside was enough for her to see, but she still didn't like the darkness. She wasn't a vampire.
She was caught between the hope of finding a pack and the fear of being let down. She'd run without one for decades now, surviving the apocalypse all on her own. She still wasn't sure why she had this sudden urge to find someone else. Instinct to mate? Hardly. She hadn't felt that urge since turning. Was she just lonely? Improbable, but not impossible. While she hated the majority of the population, especially the vampires, there was a small part of her that wondered what it would be like to be around people she didn't hate.
She broke into a silent run, avoiding the puddles of unnameable goo, until she saw a figure in the distance. She skidded to a halt and took a deep breath, again through her nose. Werewolf. They were standing in a darker corner, so she couldn't tell gender. She stopped and just stood there. She realized she hadn't come up with anything to say. Well crap.