Blood of Ink

"Lucky guess?"

The bench was rusted along the metal supporters, and the deadwood built into it looked wet from the day before. It was only the beginning of summer's glory, but spring was making it's best at continuing this stubborn act to keep the rain pouring. Not that she hated the gloomy nights filled with dark clouds and showers, she loved them, but it always kept her from being able to hunt in her suit of fur and fangs. She wasn't one for chatting, and looked at Daiken strangely for she thought they would walk rather than this. Defeated, she sat carelessly on the bench, dividing a huge gap between them as she sat near the end. The styrofoam coffee cup was warm at the slightest touch, it's bittersweet smell swirling with the steam that floated from the opening to reach her nose. She remembered to the last time she spent time with a man like this. Ryker, her pack's Beta male and right-hand man and her sat at the same cafe, the table closest to the window that faced the city streets. She had met him in the alleys and at first site, she saw potential and corresponding qualities that fitted her needs. She also remembered to the fact that he would only begin eating when she would start. Strange she believed for she did not care, but his respect was what made him gain her trust.

The alphess zipped up her sweatshirt as a cold gust of wind brushed pass the tip of her spine and down her back. With every exhale, she could see the trace of her breathe float into the air overhead. It resembled a ballet dancer from her eyes. Spinning with grace in circles and dancing across the air with fine strokes. She watched it until it vanished, then looking to see Daiken at the other end of the bench. "Why'd you come?" Her question was out of context, and to some it would not make much sense unless she continued on her reason. "Out of all things to do in New York, you come here. To meet me for what? A tattoo?"

Noctavia covered her mouth and coughed a few times, sniffling her nose before finishing her words. ...Just great.... now you've given us a cold.... See what happens when you don't listen? She ignored the voices, simply looking back up to see the brute once again. "From what I understand, you're still a loner, am I right? Exactly. You could be doing what ever the fuck you want in this city without an Alpha to command you or duties left for you to fulfill. You didn't have to meet me here, you know that don't you?"

He relaxed over the cold bench and closed his eyes, his head down grabbing the scent of the latte. Ho took a couple of drinks from it and took a long breath. It was great to be able to relax a little without thinking much in his life. A big yawn made his way out of his throat again and took another sip of coffee. The warmth of it flowing down his throat and chest until it reached his stomach. Even without a single cloth over his chest, his inside was hot enough to make him enjoy the cold weather around them. Noctavia on the other side seemed to be slightly affected by it.

He never had to opportunity to share a coffee with someone, anyone. His family never liked to act like humans and always stayed away from the populated placed, also there where not this kind of things back then. And he was the same with his own pack back then. He made them stay near the wild worried that the hunters will create them troubles. The theme of the moment was werewolves as some were very careless and permitted the human to know their existence. The humans were crazy trying to hunt them scared by their appearance and power. He in fact needed to take care of a big number of them as they always discovered the places they used to live. Thank God that time ended, as all the other things of his past.

Her question surprised him. He thought about his answer for a moment. Why? He actually didn’t had anything to do. His concept of fun was very limited, especially when he was all by himself and didn’t like much the company. What could he do then? Clubs, discos, restaurants, or some friend’s houses where out of his list. Rather than train, hunt, and travel, there wasn’t a lot of stuff to do. He realized his life was really boring and in fact, empty. Daiken cracked his neck turning it quickly to the back and then to both sides, his vertebrae making a breaking sound as he sighted. He took another sip of his latte and closing his eyes again carelessly he replied. “Tell what are the options to do being all by yourself, without a pack under your shadow as you say, and don’t liking a lot of company, or in some cases, any kind of company?” He glares at her serious and then look away again. “I know. I wanted to, just that. I thought it could be interesting.” He takes another sip. His latte was half full now.

"My whereabouts are none of your concern, but if you must ask, I spend little of my time with crowds. You won't catch me any where near Rapture unless I have a double ganger running around without my knowing...Boy would that be ...interesting..." She made a strange face as the though of two of her in this small world. Just dealing with her own self caused her enough stress to put a typical mortal in an asylum for years and years on end. Noctavia could begin to feel sympathy for those individuals be put in places like that. Of course for a werewolf like her, she could easily burst down the door or kill the takers at moment's notice, but for mortals, they were helpless. Weak creatures that she once was at some time long ago. Her human years were nothing but a blur in her memories, everything that came up turned to ash and faded to nothing like as if the wolf didn't want her to remember. But that was how things were. Remembering would lead to pain, and pain will make her vulnerable. "A majority of my life is in the Projects or even in my room. That probably sounds strange coming from an Alpha that has her pack living in the middle of New York, but this place is my home. I choose not to leave it for anything else. Many shifters have asked me why would I pick such an open area for a pack to live and why around so much civilians. It's a tactic a wise-man told me long ago.. "If you want to stay hidden, lean towards the attention's center." Many mortals these days could loose their keys and search and search for them even though the object was right in front of them the whole time. Shifters..would be the keys. You understand that right?"

Where was she going with this? And why would he care to listen to her babbling? Nonetheless, she waited to see if he would answer and connect with her to what she means. The shifter had the tendency to over-detail and slur her words with a whole another meaning. It wouldn't be the first time she'd managed to screw with someone's mind. She considered it a curse and gift all at the same time. One sentence from her plump lips could cause a man to arch a brow or look blankly into her eyes. The wind picked up and blew into her long black lochs behind her, pushing off her hood and bangs that shielded her eyes. She closed her emerald orbs from the wind's touch that burned her irises, waiting for it to pass on or die down. Noctavia cursed under her breathe at the brisk weather and the sweatshirt that gave her little warmth. She was starting to regret not listening to the voices that night, but how was she supposed to know the temperature was going to drop fifteen degrees? She wasn't a psychic like the rare amount of the humans liked to believe in themselves. To rid the pain in shivering to death, she took brief sips of her cappuccino, letting the hot brown liquid run down her throat till it hit rock bottom at the pit of her stomach. Baring her teeth afterwards, she glanced over to the shirtless Daiken.

"How are you not freezing?"

He looked at her expressionless, waiting for her to finish her explanation. Her choose for words was very interesting and anyone that doesn't pay the needed attention to them would easily get lost and confused in seconds. That was not the case for him. He liked her idea. Actually that's how he managed to get rid of most of the 'mythological' hunters that made his live more active than now. He was doing that same thing right now. Walking carelessly between the humans like if he was one of them, and thank God he wasn't. He despised them... They were mere living things like any other breathing creature and even then, they thought of themselves as the most intelligent and powerful beings, maybe the more dangerous for the Earth's sake. Ignorance! Presumptuous! Always wanting more and never thinking in anything than themselves. Living in their own little world where they rule without the fear of the 'myths' and legends that were created for entertainment and to scare the children. If they only knew there was more than just a tape showing a very bad interpretation of a werewolf, but all the ones that ever had the chance to met one of his kind, was killed a moment after. But why was he taking his rage on them? They were not all like that and his own kind was the one that made his life a hell. No. His own blood line. He sighted in anger remembering his brother's mocking face looking at his bleeding body after he cheated to win their fight. Latter, that same face filled with satisfaction as his pack, his family took his last breaths.

Daiken removed the thoughts quickly and took a big gulp of his latte. "'The best place to hide, is the most obvious one.' I always thought that. For something that has a lot of value, the first thing you think is that it's hidden in the most remote and desolated place you could imagine so it will be hard to find, so it's also the first place to do your search. Being at the enemy's own constructions, will never lift a single suspicion." He referred the humans as the enemy, not rivality between packs or any of that. He never liked to be near the humans, so he usually stood in the wild near to some houses or towns to get food. He neither liked the animal meat. Not just because the human one was more delicious, but also because the deserved death more than a animal. His relationship with them was very unique. He preferred to be with them and they accepted him no matter the race. They always know that he's not a threat to them.

Taking another sip he looked at her as the cold breeze made his way through the constructions and building, making the wind stronger ans faster. He looked around and watched a man with black pants, white shit buttons, a dark blue tie, black polished shoes and a very warm looking long wool coat. Daiken smiled and lifted his self from the bench leaving his coffee over it, making Noctavia know he was returning in a while. The man disappeared in the next street at the back of some locals with Daiken at his back. A few minutes later, he returned with the man's coat over his arm and reached Noctavia walking slowly towards her. He seated in his spot over the bench again taking his latte with his free hand. Handing Noctavia the coat with a black expression he made it clear it will not affect him if she accepted it or not. It was her health and her decision.

Waiting for her to take it or not, he answered her question with more than a simple no for his own surprise. What would she care his next story? "No. I like the cold. I travel a lot and one time, I decided to stay some years in Alaska where I met Serac. One of my oldest and only friends I have. He is pure white and with the longest hair I ever saw in a wolf. He was more like a Westy turned into a huge wolf. He thought me how to regulate my blood pressure and maintain my temperature suitable for my organs and muscles to work well in really low temperatures. I own him a lot." He could do that actually, go visit his old friend for some time. But now it was nice just staying here. He turned to look at Noctavia. Did she had something to do with it? He wasn't one to stay in any place for too long.