He's counting on the blood to hide his smell. Given enough wolf gore, a vampire doesn't smell like a vampire except at very close range, and by then it's too late. He's done this before; it hasn't failed him yet in a few hundred years of trying.
He's never cared much about territory, really, but he doesn't like wolves and he enjoys killing enough that the current limits on slaughter are getting dreadfully dull and any excuse for a fight is welcome. As soon as he got word of the incursion in Greenwich he hopped in a taxi and put himself right in the thick of it, where the fighting was fiercest.
Not that his side ever stood a chance. It's embarrassing how quickly they were beaten back to the edges of the borough. Now the wolves just have to mop up the last of the resistance. It's about time for Joscelin to make his escape, back to his cozy flat and a nice, hot shower, but not until he's made this one last kill.
Whether or not the figure coming toward him is wolf or human is kind of beside the point. If it's a wolf he's doing a good deed by ridding the world of one more mangy dog, and if it's a human, well. In all this chaos, who can keep track? He can enjoy his meal and claim collateral damage if someone objects.
"P-please." He makes a very pathetic figure, crouched over like this. There's a lot to be said for the ability to cry on command. He's surprised more vampires don't try it. "Help me..."
5 September
He's counting on the blood to hide his smell. Given enough wolf gore, a vampire doesn't smell like a vampire except at very close range, and by then it's too late. He's done this before; it hasn't failed him yet in a few hundred years of trying.
He's never cared much about territory, really, but he doesn't like wolves and he enjoys killing enough that the current limits on slaughter are getting dreadfully dull and any excuse for a fight is welcome. As soon as he got word of the incursion in Greenwich he hopped in a taxi and put himself right in the thick of it, where the fighting was fiercest.
Not that his side ever stood a chance. It's embarrassing how quickly they were beaten back to the edges of the borough. Now the wolves just have to mop up the last of the resistance. It's about time for Joscelin to make his escape, back to his cozy flat and a nice, hot shower, but not until he's made this one last kill.
Whether or not the figure coming toward him is wolf or human is kind of beside the point. If it's a wolf he's doing a good deed by ridding the world of one more mangy dog, and if it's a human, well. In all this chaos, who can keep track? He can enjoy his meal and claim collateral damage if someone objects.
"P-please." He makes a very pathetic figure, crouched over like this. There's a lot to be said for the ability to cry on command. He's surprised more vampires don't try it. "Help me..."