The wanderer

A cacophony of alerting noises drew Dyson back to the real world, causing his ears to to tune incessantly with each car passing by, way over the speeding limit, and each rustle of wrappers as the people walk by with fast food firmly in their clutch. But still, he remained  cautious. He would quickly scramble to face in the direction the noises had emanated from, half expecting some sort of thug breaking into the apartments, half expecting an idiotic prey animal scavenging on the road, but his pupils instead graced fiery depths that he had now been so familiar with. The alley ways its been a few days and Dyson had stayed around this particular area, it was narrow, more quiet the the other parts of the city

Spending a moment even wondering what he wanted was a waste of valuable time, for it was now impossible for him to read himself. he would stand straight, allowing the curiosity to drain from his mind and into the stream that flowed beneath his abdomen and down the hill that he had been perched atop. tugging at the collar of his jacket Dyson would go forward, down the narrow path,and avoid the  busy roads altogether, for the time being anyway. The calm hazel optics would take a moment to look at all the cracks, taking in the scents before venturing over to a nearby street light, flicking out a lighter and lighting the end of his cigarette, it was a bad habit- he knew that. But people do many things in the times of bordom. Familiar scents would swirl inside the tunnels of his nose, they where strong, and he knew all to well that another Wereling would be close by. Lifting the cigarette to his lips he would inhale all the unwanted poisons, before dropping it to the floor and crushing it with the tip of his shoe

A feminine figure would catch his attention in the distance, as she seemingly walks closer, yet the face would remain unseen as the darkness claims it all. The hat that lays atop of his crown would be lifted and clasped in both hands, his eyes trailing over her figure as to where she may proceed.

Tatum is getting bored, so she went out of the hotel and roamed the street. The humans were so typical at this time of year. Running around to get presents for their children. Tatum never liked children, but she actually just didn't like humans in general. Rolling her eyes as a mother was fighting with her kid, trying to pull him from some device in his hand. For being 256 years old, Tatum wasn't really into video games, but she did like to fool around with some human. Tricking them in playing blood knuckles, but Tatum had he own version. Usually everyone dies at the end, besides Tatum. But her stomach growled at her, motioning her body toward the allies. She wanted something to eat, since she didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Staying away from the burgers for a bit. Tatum wanted some real food and that's gonna be real flesh and blood.

She was on the roofes between the alleys she was accepted at. The moonlight hit her pure olive skin as her silve hues watched her feet walk across the sidewalk. Her stomach was growling from hunger and that was her main priority tonight. Searching for her midnight snack, her sense of smell caught an unfamiliar one and it isn't human. Walking across the cement roof, her steps were quiet and only werewolves will hear them. So she tipped toed down the cement as finally came across a good view. She looked at the human just walking down the sidewalk, silently. It wasn't paying any other attention to the werewolf in front. If he didn't go for the mortal, she would. But first she would have to find out, why the hell was he here, roaming the Alleys of Eternal. Looking back at the werewolf, waiting for him rip the mortals head off or something. The mall looked like douche with his lit cigarette in his mouth, but looking at his drug rest between his lips, her addiction kicked in. But it took her commen sense to stopping looking at it and stood her 5'5 feet of the roof. She watched the male as he did what he wanted to the human, letting it go, or ripping it's guts out. She still jumped off the roof, onto a dumbster. Climbing off the dumpste, she walked over to the male. Leaning against the wall, watching him. She was probably 5'3 now, she's leaning against the brick building.Even though he's taller, but she's mostly likely a lot stronger. Her pure blood blood, pushed through her flesh as she spoke in an appropriate manner. "Hi, I'm Warrior Tatum from the pack Eternal Darkness.." She was starting off stating her introduction, quite interested if he was joining. "Is there a reason you are here to roam the Borderline of ED." Looking straight into his eyes as she gave a smug look. Her posture said she doesn't care about the mutt, but her voice seemed interested. But Tatum isn't interested to play games with this male. So she going to get straight to the point. If he wanted to join, she would have a few more questions to ask.

A lingering sultry woman lit like a splint, soon burning out- would soon occupy Dysons thoughts and sight- quickly forgetting about the human passing by in her subtle grace. Ah, but it was she who possessed the welcoming and entoxicating scent of a wereling. His burning desire to have innocent blood stained upon his hands would soon be blown out into a puff of smoke, as if he where in need to look for something more satisfying, much more interesting then a few seconds of agonizing pleasure. His gaze would trail over the warriors exotic olive skin, looking over her wild curls of golden locks, until finally a smirk would crease onto his lips.  " Its a pleasure to be in your precense, m'lady" He would wink as his soothing irish accent would tease. He would near closer to the woman as she would stay pressed upon the rather bland wall. " Eternal darkness you say?" Dyson would think it over before proceeding.

" And how do you get into the pack? What qualities does it have?" Oh, you see- one needs to know if a pack is worth the extra pair of hands. Afterall, whats worse then getting your hands dirty and energy wasted for nothing in return- he wanted to know how strong it really was. A furrow brow would raise, as his right hand would brush along his cheekbones all the way across to his chin. " Dyson Roe," His name wasnt spoke often from his lips, especially not voiced allowed. He never stuck around enough to feel the need to say it aloud, he was but a distant wonderer. It was the best part of 50 years, Ever since his family where burnt in their home he was never the one to be social or a pleasure to be around. His imagination would run through multiple scenes of what may of happened, on how it could of happened. Some could say Dyson was lucky, but he thinks not at all. The soft breathe of the woman in front would soon snap him back into reality, and once again the rouge would look within her eyes, awaiting for answers.

OOC: Sorry for the rather bad post, my muse is very low

Scoffing at his way of flirting, her body posture was still acting like she doesn't give to shit. Pulling herself up right, she walked over to him and leans a hand on her hip. Watching closely, she didn't seem  interest on wasting her time. Wanting to get straight to the point, she eyed him suspiciously. "First don't try flirting with me, I don't care for your presence. But I don't care about your presence, I'm just trying to keep to pack safe. But yes I'm talking about Eternal Darkness and if you want to join, I have a few questions for you to answer honest." She clenched her jaw, giving him a look to not try anything. He was a good-looking man, but right now it's just strictly business. If he gets accepted into the pack then they could hang out, but other then that she has to keep the pack safe. His cheekbones were so adorable, while his brown hair flopped in the right place. His moves were graceful with the poor lightening. She was approximately five inches away from his body touching her and that's the father he's going to get near her. But if he wants to join the pack, she has to know certain things. "Are you in any connect with other packs?" Watching him closely as if he wants to try a move. Her stomach was continuing to growl, her eyes flickered to a girl, slightly tipsy. Watching her closely as she nears them, she kept quiet. Tatum will wait for a few minute, then when the women is close enough she'll make her suffer with her blood getting drained. The women near and Tatum tripped the women, making the female smacking her head off the cement. The women cried in pain from the concussion. Planting a foot on her on her neck to restrain quiet. Looking back to man. "Do you want some?" Looking down at the women, groan in force. Tatum shrugged, continuing to ask her questions. "Anyways, if you want to join Eternal you must have fighting skills, what's your qualities? Do master in combat or so you master in caring for others?" Her force was steel, but her mouth was desperate for the flesh.

Note: will be short, ive been sick for a week or two.

His blue gaze would roam her face, the vast majority of it showing that shes not in the least bit pleased with his behavior. The strange thing was, what was he doing wrong? it wasnt like he was going to pin her against the wall and have her right there in the moment. A smile would increase upon his thin lips; his head lowering and the faintest of laughs brushing past his white teeth. " Your a welcoming girl now arent you?" But as his gaze would pull back to meet her gaze a nod would finalize her answer. A furrow brow would raise at her question, not particually seeing why he should need to be in any other pack; afterall he only knew of one other - Venantium, or so he's heard. "No." The single word would pass simply- before his hand would press firmly upon the brick walls. After a few moments all the attention would be set upon a woman tipsy below the silver moonlight, a scream shattering the peacefulness of the city. ' Want some.' Her voice would question, a heel pointing towards the victims neck. " I like to choose the right moments, and i wish not to feed where another citzen might be caught as a witness, but please. By all means enjoy." His hands would gesture towards the woman as if she where but a piece of game. " combat, helping others in there weakened state was never my forte."

Nodding to Dyson, since he doesn't have any connect with other packs. Her mind kept studying him suspiciously, while her foot was placed firm on the women. The women was coughing a bit from lack of oxygen. Tatum pressed her foot tighter as the citizen lost air. Her eyes watched the male direct her as he didn't want to the flesh, but he didn't mind her eat some. Her thirst was fading by the minute, so she decided to kick the women off. She nodded to Dyson, while she took another step toward him. "Well then... I'm simply going to make you Warrior Dyson, you can find your way to the hotel. And.. I hope you have a wonderful time in the lands of Eternal.." She walked off, toward the city. But she hollered back as she continued to walk. "Hope to see you around Warrior.." Smirking to herself.