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Shifter on the prowl
1.Abandoned Warehouse (Open to all)
Technically, exploring abandoned buildings was dangerous, and it would be advisable to avoid them, but Roddy's current form navigated the depilated warehouse with ease, his whiskers feeling around him, guiding him along the wall. Leave it to the wolves and big cat shifters to change in the woods and go running, this was his natural environment. His clothes were stashed in a corner of the room, and he felt far more secure in the idea that no one would be messing with them here than if he was somewhere more open.
For a while, Roddy lost himself in the rat, barely aware of time passing, only snapping out of his animal instincts when he realized he was eating something. Wait, what…oh. A cockroach. Lovely. Realizing what he was doing, Roddy dropped the half eaten insect and decided that was quite enough. He began walking back toward his clothes, when he heard the sound of footsteps. Suddenly, he froze, ready to turn tail and run on a moment's notice.
2. Hillingdon House (Open to anyone in Hillingdon)
Roddy didn't come here much. If his dad had his way, he wouldn't come here at all. He didn't come often as it was, and usually didn't say much. Still, part of him was curious. He barely had any dealings with the supernatural world outside of other shifters, and from what he'd heard, most of it would just assume eat him or enslave him. Which was, of course, why he'd rather satisfy his curiosity by listening to people tell stories at the Hillingdon House than by actually running into a vampire.
3. Out on the street(Open to all)
Roddy had been heading home from the store, having picked up some spare strings for his violin. As he walked back, his senses picked up a world of sounds and smells he had to pretend he was completely unaware of. A squirrel, hiding in the bushes, rustling the leaves ever so slightly as it shifted directions, considering bolting from the much larger interloper. The slight scent of food left on discarded wrappers. And then, of course, the scent of…holy crap, what was that?
Roddy paused, scanning the surrounding area, trying to identify whoever or whatever it was he was smelling.
4. Choose your own adventure!
Technically, exploring abandoned buildings was dangerous, and it would be advisable to avoid them, but Roddy's current form navigated the depilated warehouse with ease, his whiskers feeling around him, guiding him along the wall. Leave it to the wolves and big cat shifters to change in the woods and go running, this was his natural environment. His clothes were stashed in a corner of the room, and he felt far more secure in the idea that no one would be messing with them here than if he was somewhere more open.
For a while, Roddy lost himself in the rat, barely aware of time passing, only snapping out of his animal instincts when he realized he was eating something. Wait, what…oh. A cockroach. Lovely. Realizing what he was doing, Roddy dropped the half eaten insect and decided that was quite enough. He began walking back toward his clothes, when he heard the sound of footsteps. Suddenly, he froze, ready to turn tail and run on a moment's notice.
2. Hillingdon House (Open to anyone in Hillingdon)
Roddy didn't come here much. If his dad had his way, he wouldn't come here at all. He didn't come often as it was, and usually didn't say much. Still, part of him was curious. He barely had any dealings with the supernatural world outside of other shifters, and from what he'd heard, most of it would just assume eat him or enslave him. Which was, of course, why he'd rather satisfy his curiosity by listening to people tell stories at the Hillingdon House than by actually running into a vampire.
3. Out on the street(Open to all)
Roddy had been heading home from the store, having picked up some spare strings for his violin. As he walked back, his senses picked up a world of sounds and smells he had to pretend he was completely unaware of. A squirrel, hiding in the bushes, rustling the leaves ever so slightly as it shifted directions, considering bolting from the much larger interloper. The slight scent of food left on discarded wrappers. And then, of course, the scent of…holy crap, what was that?
Roddy paused, scanning the surrounding area, trying to identify whoever or whatever it was he was smelling.
4. Choose your own adventure!
Abandoned Warehouse
He found a mostly out of reach area to stash his duds. Stripped quickly with an efficiency born of years of practice. And within moments was flexing his claws as he sniffed out his prey. Mice and rats and small birds weren't that filling, but at least it would give him the satisfaction of a proper hunt.
Re: Abandoned Warehouse
He'd smelled that scent before, but this was the first time he'd smelled it while he was sitting around in this form. Oh, crap. Would he realize Roddy was another shifter?
Roddy sat there, frozen a moment as he considered that, until it was too much for his rat instincts. He ran, his thoughts a panicked blur as he went. Then, spotting a rusted bit of discarded pipe, Roddy ran inside, hoping to hide. If he'd been thinking, he'd have probably just changed back right then. Instead, he'd let the rat do the thinking for him.
Peering out from within the pipe, he tried to judge if it would be safe to exit his little hiding place for long enough to change back.
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So when he got into his fur and sniffed around for any scent, he wasn't really expecting to find one he recognized. Not on top of the general rodent smells going around. It was confusing, more than anything. And curiosity didn't usually kill this cat, so he followed it straight to a pipe. One he could just barely get his head down far enough to see into and see the big old rat staring right back at him. He wasn't actually hungry, so he could hold back the instinct to try and go for it. But backing up far enough that when the rat went to run he could easily pounce was not one he could stop. He'd come intending to hunt. And his prey was right there.
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For a moment, Roddy contemplated just sitting in the pipe all day. He had to get bored eventually, right? Or he could just end up finding other ways to get at Roddy. Besides, with the way his little rodent heart was pounding, he knew he couldn't stand to stay here much longer. So he decided to make a run for it.
The second he was out of the pipe, the rat started growing, joints started shifting and fusing, and while Roddy continued to try and scramble over to where he'd stashed his clothes his body changed, hampering his movements but, he hoped, making him look a lot less like food. If Daryl did try to pounce, though, Roddy was going to bite.
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So despite all his mental warning signals firing off mid-jump, Daryl still ended up landing on the not-so-rat-like legs. Gave them a good pap-pap-pap with his heavy paws (and at least had the presence of mind not to have claws out) when the half-rat half-man twisted around to bite him. A yowl and a hiss echoed through the room as Daryl darted off and found someplace high on some old equipment to get some safe distance. Then he hissed again, announcing his displeasure and cursing the asshole out in the language of cats.
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Finishing his shift to human form, Roddy scrambled over to his clothes and quickly started dressing himself. Looking over at the hissing, pissed off cat, he said, "Yeah? Well that's what you get."
You treated him like a cat toy or food or whatever? You were going to get bit.
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The growl and hissing quieted down shortly into murmured grumblings as Daryl got himself a little more comfortable, though still obviously ready to pounce again if he had to. He didn't really like watching a guy get dressed, but he wasn't about to let his would-be-prey out of his sight.
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"Whatever," he said, pulling on his shirt. "I'm leaving."
Although, despite the fact he was trying to act totally unafraid, Daryl might notice that Roddy was giving him a ridiculously wide berth, enough that his arm was scraping the far wall. But he wasn't nervous. Of course not.
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Once Roddy was out the door, though, Daryl was down on the floor and sprinting to his own clothes even as he shifted himself. Just doing enough to make sure the other man wasn't about to turn around and come back in while he was getting dressed. It was a quick thing, he was done in under a minute. Like most shifters, the art of fast dressing had been learned during long years of practice.
He was just shrugging his leather vest back on as he jogged out the door and called after Roddy, "The hell you bite me for, asshole?"
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"What the hell did you trap me in a pipe for, asshole?"
He had to admit, it was less intimidating when the other person didn't have claws, though the feline scent he was picking up reminded him that Daryl was the same creature, regardless of form. Still, as far as Roddy was concerned, it was Daryl who was out of line.
"Rats fight back when they're backed into a corner."
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Daryl made no attempt to stay back, getting himself as close as he could as fast as he could to yell at the man. That wasn't his usual M.O., but he'd just got out of his cat form and shaking off some of the instincts right away was hard to do. So he got close and started to pace back and forth in a semi-circle. Unconsciously looking to block Roddy's easiest escape routes.
"You weren't backed anywhere and I weren't even using my claws!"
But he was being subtly backed into a corner now.
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He took another step back, glancing around, looking for an escape route. He wasn't seeing one. Panic was starting to rise up again. If Daryl kept this up...
"Give me some fucking space. I'm serious."
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HIllingdon House
"Haven't seen you around before."
Re: HIllingdon House
He and his father didn't get involved with most Hillingdon things, even though they were shapeshifters who had been in the area for some time. Probably because they were rat shifters. Roddy's father was too busy worrying something might eat Roddy to worry about supernatural affairs.
"But sometimes I get curious about stuff."
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To the point where it really started to go beyond the supernatural world and into the regular one.
"Nothing wrong with being curious. You have a specific question or just wanting everything?"
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"Though I suppose the recent news is on your mind?"
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From the sound of things, they were now targeting them, and that was different. And of course, by 'they' he meant vampires, because what else would he be talking about?
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He might as well out himself as well, giving the conversation.
"At least from what I've heard. The new leader seems to be a fan of chaos and doesn't care who knows it. And not the fun kind of chaos either."
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If they were from Redbright...well, he was pretty sure if those vampires couldn't play nice there, they'd get kicked out.
"And considering my other form, I feel a bit more vulnerable than a werewolf."
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"Playing it safe is the best way to go, though it's harder now since they're everywhere. What's your other form?"
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He just figured some might have the sense to be discreet enough that he wouldn't realize what their intentions were until it was too late. Which was why under no circumstances would he let himself be alone with a vampire.
"My other form's a rat. So good for hiding and running away, but not much else."
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There's a slight flatness in his voice, but he soldiers on.
"Mine's a dog, so it's not as easy to be inconspicuous. Though sometimes people will take pity on a loveable stray."
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Out on the street
A squirrel darted through the bushes, startling her. She growled at it and dumped the body on the ground before kneeling to yank her stake out of the vampire's chest. She was starting to go through his pockets, looking for any information on how he'd found her or whether other vampires knew her location, when she thought she heard someone nearby. She stopped, waiting, hoping that whoever it was wouldn't stick their head through the bushes. She had no idea how she'd explain this to a random passerby.
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"Holy fuck, is that a..." he started in a harsh whisper, but stopped.
The last word was going to be vampire, but he stopped himself a moment, not sure he should say it out loud. Maybe he was reading the situation all wrong. Then again, that certainly looked like a bite wound on her neck, and that combined with the choice of weapon made him think it would be a hell of a coincidence if that wasn't a staked vampire. Especially since right now, vampires were more vicious than ever, and more likely to give people a reason to defend themselves with deadly force.
In an even quieter whisper, he added, "Vampire?"