sugar song and bitter step (Catch-All)

[veratrum]

A. Bring On the Night
Well, a month of moping and drinking some tiny-ass seer wasn’t something someone could do all the time, so as September passes, Liam becomes a more...active hunter. He isn’t content to stay in Islington grounds, either...he strays willingly into Hillingdon’s territory, some nights, and into the pack’s, on others. The kills are always on the nests’ lands, of course, but they are rare--one or two the entire month, if that. He frequents the clubs and bars, feeding on those too high or drunk to really accurately recall what’s happened to them if he doesn’t bother wiping their memories.

He’s not really hard to find when he’s hunting, either--this one’s always humming something, an old sea shanty. Something about sirens, appropriately.



B. September 26th-28th: Blood Moon (on the rise)
There’s nothing better than the thrill of a true hunt. Liam hated the war after he was turned, hated the chaos and the mayhem and the mess, but oh, there was nothing like that thrill. He hunts in Greenwich now, and even when he doesn’t need to feed he haunts the streets, practically dancing down the stones, singing tunes and laughing as the moon swells in size.

Oh, it’s going to be a good time.



C. There’s no fucking way this is in your tea leaves (Closed to Aleks)
You’d think it’d be easy to find someone when you’re a seer, but that doesn’t turn out to be true. Liam’s in a mood tonight, so he’s just left a litter of notes, eventually leading up to the roof...after sending anyone after him in a circuit throughout the entire house. Twice.

He’s simply watching the stars though...hair completely loose, making him resemble an unshorn sheep more than anything truly majestic. This is what happens when you don’t cut your hair in a century, kids. Either way, he’s there, and he’s waiting.


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[emotioneater]

Any vampire worth their salt is out during the Blood Moon to take advantage of it. Cooper usually isn't one for killing. He prefers good clean fighting and the thrill of the hunt. However, he'll make an exception for werewolves. Culling them is going to be all too easy. And weakened wolves will make it all the easier to take over this territory.

Judging by the song being sung loudly on the street below him, he's not the only one out tonight. He looks down from his rooftop perch to see Liam looking pleased as punch. He doesn't have to guess at the reason why. It's two quick jumps, from the rooftop to a fire escape, and from the escape to the street, with a landing that puts him right beside the younger vampire. "Found anythin' worth stalking yet?"

[veratrum]

"Two young pups who thought they could stake me, and an old wolf who's been remarkably subtle in trying to stalk me." Liam turns in one smooth motion and bows...before grinning sharply up at the baron, his fangs glistening in the moonlight.

"I think he's trying to warn the others away by keeping track of me. It's terribly noble."

[emotioneater]

"Somebody that noble is likely to perish in a great sacrifice for the good of their pack. I think we should oblige the old fellow." He nudges Liam's right shoulder, the promise of a good hunt shining bright in his eyes. While he may not be entirely fond of Liam, on two things they can agree: hunting and drinking. Tonight, after doing plenty of one, they might end up doing the other.

His eyes scan the darkness for signs of the old wolf. No creature can completely hide traces of their passing and werewolves are no exception.

[veratrum]

Liam twirls a knife in his fingers, considers, tilts his head, and listens. He listens until he can't hear anything but the quiet and the howling of the breeze, the breath of the neighbors, their hearbeats elevat--okay, no, wrong place. Listen, listen, listen--

He raises his arm and points, down an alleyway. Labored breathing, kept as quiet as possible, shaky and shallow. They're good. They're very good. But Liam's spent so much time traveling, he's learned some tricks of his own.

"Sound the horns."

[emotioneater]

Cooper takes in the look of the alleyway in a moment. There's only two places to go once inside of it: back or forward. The werewolf has made an error that will cost him his life. "You take the front. I'll block the exit. We can corral him in." Just because the wolves were weakened by the Blood Moon doesn't mean that they've gone stupid as well. If a fight can't be won, then logically the next step will be to run.

Cooper goes back the way he originally came, up the side of the nearest building and onto a rooftop that overlooks the alley. He drops down at the exit, creating enough of a stir to get the wolf's attention so that Liam can move into position.