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by: Citlali Separa
#16592
May 20
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Soho

Weekends in a city were awful. There was too many lights, noises, and people. Or maybe it was Citlali’s senses being oversensitive with the new moon only a few days away. It would be her first one in the city. So far it had been terrible. What had made it worse was the disgusting ichor of a spirit she had encountered earlier, she almost couldn’t consider it a spirit anymore. It was nothing more than a living cesspool of horror. She had spent most of the day trying to track it. Po had tried following it for her but had been chased off before it could infect the good spirit.

So here Citlali was trying to track it in the physical world, which she usually only did in extreme situations because it usually ended in a bloody hunt. Though, the jaguar supposed, this was a good way to get over the hyperstimulation the city had been causing her. Stalking through the city she was glad she had dressed for the nightlife in sleek leather pants and loose crop top. She was both hunter and bait for the night. Stopping at a corner, she turned her face up and shut her eyes feeling out the spirit world quietly. Small whispers floated, faint memories of smells and feelings, and the sickly feeling of a looming darkness. With a sway, Citlali rotated her steps following the disgusting aura.

She hesitated outside of an alley curiously. This was definitely where the spirit was originating from but there seemed to be something going. With a small shrug, she turned down the alley stopping to watch the pair quietly. Her glassy eyes focused on the ichor already trying to consume and overwhelm the other man’s spirit. She frowned deeply in thought for a moment, not realizing she was just standing there staring into the nothing.
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by: Everett Cooper
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An alley behind a bar, with a man he had been flirting with for all of 2 hours; it was decidedly not Everett’s most dignified moment. Although with his hunger gnawing insistently and the bar-fly more than into making out with him, Ev found he didn’t particularly care about appearances. It had been nearly three full days since he had fed and he was at the limit between pride and being a little undignified if it meant getting himself fed properly.

His train of thought was brought back to his current partner when the man broke their passionate kiss in order to unbutton the collar of his shirt and pull it aside for the vampire. Ev’s hunger flared at the sight of his prey’s neck exposed and waiting for him and moved to nuzzle at Joel’s neck, but stopped at the sudden scent of another predator very nearby. With a hiss and a rather polite snarl, all things considered, Everett turned to address the interloper and chase them off.

“Unless you’re gettin’ in line for round two, darlin’, move along, would ya?” he drawled, making a vague shooing motion with his left hand in the woman’s direction. At this point it didn’t even matter what predator she was. She didn’t smell like a werewolf or a Garou, so he could handle her, he reasoned.
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by: Citlali Separa
#16594
A vampire? Was that the- No. It was the human. Curious.

Citlali’s brain rapid-fired through the assessment as she watched the pair. While the vampire’s spirit was interesting; not evil or tainted in all-consuming hunger he was just a victim to the ichor. Without a word, the Nagual closed the distance between herself and the pair with a few strides of her long legs. Her hand shot out, grabbing the human by the collar and dragging him close with a snarl. At least the man had the decency to look frightened of her. What was indecent was his spirit desperately clinging to the vampire’s; its moaning pleas to be bitten and allowed that sense of euphoria. Taint and illness, disgusting. Her glassy eyes turned away from the man’s nondescript face focusing past him towards the vampire and the spirit that lingered attached to his. Her spirit raked her claws down the ichor prying it from the other.

The cry of surprise and awareness in the human was enough for her. She turned then and threw the man towards the alley entrance, snarling and growling until he took off running. Her Hunger was peaked and the hunt had left her more ramped up than even before. Closing her eyes for a moment, she pulled herself slowly back into her body and centered with a low exhale. Her hunt was done, no need to continue the tension in her or the blind wandering of both realms. The jaguar turned on her boot then and began to exit the alley without so much as a word to the other man.
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by: Everett Cooper
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Everett was so surprised by the sudden approach and interjection of the woman that she had already grabbed and dragged his meal several steps away before he had a chance to react. The snarls and distinctive growls of the strange woman jogged his memory and the realization of what she was hit the vampire, leaving him even more stunned and off-balance.

His father’s clan, the Darkwaters, were the southernmost clan of Nosferatu in the United States and their territory bordered the territory of another magical race of people. His father was a diplomat and had dealt with the secretive shifter race on a handful of occasions during the time he was in southern Texas with the Nos, so the scent from the woman now was a strangely nostalgic one for the vampire. Everett pushed aside the jumbled thoughts and brought his focus back to the woman who had now effectively and quite literally thrown his meal away. Wait- was she just going to leave now? Oh, fuck no she wasn’t.

“Excuse you,” he called sharply as he took several steps after her, “but Nagual or not, that was fuckin’ rude and now I’m out two hours of wasted time and I’m still fuckin’ hungry! What the fuck?!” His father would be appalled by his rudeness, particularly to a Nagual considering how tentative relations with the Empire were to begin with, but goddamn it, he was hungry. Dad would just have to get over it.
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by: Citlali Separa
#16596
Anger. Irritation. /Hunger./

The emotions slammed into Citlali’s back and she whirled on the vampire in warning baring her teeth at him. His hunger was causing her own to mount again in response. The tension seized her shoulders again at his aggression and she simply snarled at him again. With an indignant huff to his question, she turned away again only to snap back at him when he spoke about her people.

“Now how would a vampire know what I am simply by scent?” she questioned. Her voice was soft and sweet with rough undertones and the hints of an accent. Her pitch colored eyes focused on him with deadly intent, the glassy fog having dissipated from them completely. Her thin body was still on alert, tense and ready for an attack from the male.
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by: Everett Cooper
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Good. She was just as pissed off as he was now. Fine. He hadn’t come out looking for a fight tonight, but it looked like he had fucking found one. Or she had. Whatever.

The angry vampire stalked closer to the Nagual and bared his teeth right back, not backing down now that his hunger was rising to a boil and his meal had been interrupted. He made no move to attack the jaguar shifter, however, his stance and tone of voice was all the indication she should need to know just how angry he really was.

“Your people do have interactions with other cultures,” he drawled back, snark and fury warring over his words. “Now. You’re real cute, and that was a real cute little trick, but that doesn’t answer my question. What the fuck is your problem?”
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by: Citlali Separa
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“I do not have a problem. Now neither do you. You are welcome,” she said simply, straightening. Her patience had run out. His temper had flared as had his agitation. Citlali had better things to do than deal with a tantrum filled vampire. She turned to leave again, not giving the vampire her full back but rather turning enough to walk out with him in her peripheral. She crossed her jacket covered arms, hands clenched and ready should he decide to attack.
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by: Everett Cooper
#16599
Did she just…?

Oh HELL no!

Everett moved to close the distance between them yet again, his hunger and fury carrying him around the Nagual in a flash so that he was between her and the exit of the alley. He snarled and bared his fangs at her, blocking her exit and staring her down with his blue-gold eyes boring into her pitch black ones.

“I don’t have a problem anymore? From where I’m standin’, sweetheart, you are the only problem I’ve had tonight. You interrupted my meal for no fucking reason and now you’re just gonna walk the fuck away with no explanation? I don’t fuckin’ think so. I think I deserve at least that, how bout you?”
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by: Citlali Separa
#16600
Citlali’s mind was already on to the next thing. Whatever this vampire was having a meltdown about he would have to deal with on his own. Better to have done her job than let two spirits get consumed right. Not that most people would understand that explanation. Not that she owed an explanation anyways. Her job was her business.

Hunger and fury blazed around her, white and hot. The vampire was blocking her exit. The vampire was in her way. She was reacting from the threat before she even heard the words that were coming out of his mouth. Her claws gripped each side of his jacket and tossed him to her left, growling in rage the entire time.

Her body coiled watching him with wild eyes. Her snarls and bared teeth a warning to the vampire to stay down and out of her way.
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by: Everett Cooper
#16601
The scent of hunger and fury hit his nose an instant before he found himself on the receiving end of an attack. With his own gnawing hunger consuming his mind Everett couldn’t react quickly enough to prevent the Nagual’s grip on his jacket or the shove to the side that sent him careening into the side of the building. He had enough presence of mind to turn his body enough to use the momentum from the collision with the wall to bounce back and launch himself at the woman with a snarl, his martial arts training taking over as he moved into an attack frame. Everett lashed out in a krav maga takedown, grabbing the front of her shirt and slamming her against the wall behind her, staring her down with his fangs bared and eyes blazing.
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by: Citlali Separa
#16602
He was good. Impressive even. Enough to make her angry. Her back hit the wall hard, delicious pain bursting briefly between her shoulders and down her spine. She snarled in response, her Hunger growing to new heights at the violence. She needed to get out of here or she would lose herself in it. Her black eyes widened briefly at the realization, stark panic and self-awareness clearing away the last of the fog from her eyes.

Her hands gripped his wrists, pressing her fingers into his pulse point to cause him enough pain to release her jacket. She tried to trip him by latching her foot around his ankle but missed and kicked him instead. An annoyed sigh escaped her lips at his steadfast focus and she sat suddenly. Her arms slipped from her jacket easily and she rolled to the side. As soon as her boots touched down on the pavement again, Citlali was running. The Nagual might not be the strongest shifters but they were definitely some of the fastest. She darted through the streets quietly, weaving a path around the city, doubling back a few times and trying to confuse him.

Eventually she slowed at the park. Citlali needed to calm down before she went home. She scowled as she stormed to the darker back half of the park. She was panting and she leaned her forehead against a tree trying to center herself a bit. Her Hunger was overwhelming from the fight, leaving her body hypersensitive. Moreso than it had been earlier if that was even possible. This new moon was going to suck a lot if this night was any indication.
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by: Everett Cooper
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She was good. Annoyingly so. Her pitch-colored eyes widened in realization of… something Ev couldn’t decipher from her scent, though the scent of her hunger and a tinge of panic had his own already-boiling hunger roaring in response. This was decidedly not good.

Everett hissed and snarled as she attacked the pressure points in his wrists but ignored the pain and kept hold of her. When she kicked him in the shin, however, he jerked in response and found himself quickly holding nothing but the Nagual’s jacket. Goddamn it… Alright, think. She’s a jungle predator in the city; where’s she gonna go? Jaguar’s preferred the high ground, but the high ground here was exposed and open… Rooftops and fire escapes were definitely not equivalent to a jungle canopy.

Everett inhaled a deep breath with his mouth slightly open in order to both calm himself a little and scent his surroundings. Traffic exhaust, concrete, steel, days old trash… but wait, there was a faint undertone of green, growing things underneath the typical city smells. A park maybe? Perfect. She would go there, he was certain. And since she knew he could track her by scent, she would probably take the longest, more convoluted way to get there in the hopes of throwing him off, he reasoned.

Using his sense of smell Everett made a beeline for the park 2 blocks away, keeping his eyes peeled for the jaguar in case he was wrong. He reached the small park and ducked into the deserted, wooded half, quickly climbing a tree and hiding himself in the canopy. It wasn’t more than five minutes later when the shifter entered the park as well and beelined for the wooded safety of the trees. Everett smirked in amused delight when she paused under a nearby tree with her back to him as she caught her breath. The smell of her exertion and her hunger made his skin prickle and he loved it.

Silently Everett dropped from the tree branch he had hidden on and pounced on the unsuspecting Nagual, pinning her against the tree with a smirk. “Hello, darlin’. Did you think you could lose me that easily?”
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by: Citlali Separa
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Breathe. Just breathe and calm. Needed to get it back under control. Need to- /Behind!/ Po’s sharp cry drew her head up in enough time to prevent her from flinching from the grip on her upper arms. His fingers were callused and rough against the tender scarification that wrapped around her right arm sending static from that point to her brain. She growled lowly in warning, spinning to get him off her back.

Looking up at the vampire with a glare, she snarled lowly at the closeness. The bark of the tree was biting into her back through her thin tank top as she tried to give herself a little thinking space. Between her Hunger and the new moon drawing close, her skin was simmering in sensitivity. Citlali dug her nails into the tree, quietly thinking if she would be able to scale it faster enough to get away from him.

“You need to back up,” she warned in her low voice.
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by: Everett Cooper
#16605
She was afraid. Everett’s hunger flared at that, enough that the rational part of his mind sent off alarm bells and demanded he get ahold of himself before he did something incredibly wrong. He allowed the Nagual to push him back a few steps, however he did not retreat. Everett took several cleansing breaths and focused on control and discipline, then opened his mouth to answer the woman.

“I did. Now you need to tell me why you interrupted my meal,” he pronounced, more calmly but still obviously on edge and hungry. The gold flecks in his eyes glinted as he stared her down, though now that he wasn’t so focused on his hunger, Ev had to admit he liked what he saw. The pitch-black eyes were intriguing and the scarification and tattoos were beautiful on her tanned skin… ‘Focus, dammit,’ he scolded himself. Damn, he hated when he got spacey like this.
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by: Citlali Separa
#16606
Space. Well at least he had some respect. She took some deep breathes to calm herself a little more. The Hunger in her still gnawed endlessly especially with the predator in front of her. She /needed/ to attack him. Sink her claws and teeth into him. Blood and pain and and… Her skin flushed and she gasped in another sharp breath, almost panting.

She latched onto his question then, needing something else to focus on than the strangely attractive vampire in front of her. “I had to,” she said simply, still keeping her answers elusive and vague, “He would have made you sick.” Her black eyes hadn’t stilled, flitting over him a bit before snapping to his face with a scowl.

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