Dark skies lined the city, lights tried to break through the eternal darkness over the land. The weather had been nasty, snow and sleet rested on the grounds, forcing mortals to slip and fall. Their cries sent a good feeling to his ears, a warm feeling to his heart. His silver hues looked around him, watching suspiciously. Were these humans like the others he had run into? He hoped not, for killing more people once he had finally made it to New York would be rather regretted. To think his whole journey would have been a waste, his whole life meaningless. He had to discover her, he had to find her once more. For this he was ever determined to search the streets, every pub, every shopping district. He would not rest until his eyes fell upon hers again. He had dreamed of this moment for far too long, it was what kept him going through prison and all his days afterwards. Upon his arrival to New York, he equipped himself with a series of small blades. Their edges sharp to cut a thin hair with ease. Axel was a murderer, this he knew all too well, often feeling the tendencies of his wolf, wishing to come and cause more trouble. That was always his issue. The wolf wanted to fight, kill, ravage. And though Axel had complete control over his companion, he would not allow his temptations to break his concentration. Finding a dark and cryptic alley way, his wolf coursed him forwards. "Allow me," the beast chimed. Rolling his eyes, Axel allowed the brute to take over, now standing on all fours, his nose sniffed the area.
Many werewolves had been here, many times before now. But one scent stuck out in his mind. Noctavia. The wolf immediately set on his ways towards her invisible boundary. Ears pressed to the back of his head as he raced through the streets, turning at sharp angles and skidding to a halt. His chest moved up and down heavily as his heart beat hard against his bones. His mind raced with thoughts of her, her smile, her laugh, her scent. Overcome with anxiety and excitement, the brute lifted his chin high into the air. His front feet came off the ground in his call, forcing the wolf to stand on his rear paws. His tail curled over his back as his call rang through the city streets. If the humans were not aware of large predators within their midst, they were now. The voice rang and echoed as it bounced off the walls, latching to anything with ears. Vermin raced from their homes, seeking safer shelter, fearing the great wolf would come for them, searching for a pleasant and plump meal. As his song came to an end, Axel dropped to his four paws once more. Silver hues stared forward, waiting for the one woman who captured his heart, the only one he would allow to get so close. His tail hung between his hind legs, rolling his large shoulder blades back. He knew not what came of her, but he was desperate to see her.
Many werewolves had been here, many times before now. But one scent stuck out in his mind. Noctavia. The wolf immediately set on his ways towards her invisible boundary. Ears pressed to the back of his head as he raced through the streets, turning at sharp angles and skidding to a halt. His chest moved up and down heavily as his heart beat hard against his bones. His mind raced with thoughts of her, her smile, her laugh, her scent. Overcome with anxiety and excitement, the brute lifted his chin high into the air. His front feet came off the ground in his call, forcing the wolf to stand on his rear paws. His tail curled over his back as his call rang through the city streets. If the humans were not aware of large predators within their midst, they were now. The voice rang and echoed as it bounced off the walls, latching to anything with ears. Vermin raced from their homes, seeking safer shelter, fearing the great wolf would come for them, searching for a pleasant and plump meal. As his song came to an end, Axel dropped to his four paws once more. Silver hues stared forward, waiting for the one woman who captured his heart, the only one he would allow to get so close. His tail hung between his hind legs, rolling his large shoulder blades back. He knew not what came of her, but he was desperate to see her.