Shifter on the prowl

[roddy_reinigen]

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!

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[dirtyredneck]

He couldn't help it, really. The powerful leap forward was as automatic and natural as his butt wiggling with the flexing of his legs right before he pounced. He couldn't stop himself from the attempt and he was already in the air by the time the rat was out of his hidey-hole and shifting into something that was decidedly not a rat.

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.

[roddy_reinigen]

It was a good thing Roddy had started to shift. Even though the lack of claws meant it wouldn't have been deadly, with the size of those paws he'd have been knocked around pretty good in his rat form. After that, it felt good to see the cat run away yowling after he turned and bit him.

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.

[dirtyredneck]

This time Daryl didn't just hiss, he bared his fangs and flexed his claws. Being a little over twice the size of the common house cat meant he was still very dangerous and could easily maul the man in front of him if he wanted to. And he wasn't in the mood to get any lip back when he'd clearly been nice enough not to rip the ungrateful asshole a new one. Clearly

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.

[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy jumped a little at that last bit of growling and hissing. He was kind of counting on the idea that this guy, being another shifter, wasn't going to attack, but the hiss reminded him that it wasn't really guaranteed. Still, Roddy tried to settle down, look casual as he zipped up his trousers. Despite the fact that his heart was still pounding, he tried to perfect the 'see? Totally not scared of you, Daryl' look.

"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.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl fully understood the body language he was seeing. It was as instinctual as his need to start following the man at a slow pace, jumping from box to rafters and padding his way along to keep Roddy within proper range the whole time. No matter how wide a berth he tried to give. It pleased his cat senses to see it.

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?"

[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy turned, glaring back and Daryl, but he did stop to answer.

"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."

[dirtyredneck]

"I didn't trap you in a damn pipe! I gave you room to run out!" Because that made the fact that he'd wanted to pounce so much better, right?

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.

[roddy_reinigen]

"Yeah!" he snapped back, taking a step away from the man. "And the second I tried to get out, you fucking pounced! I mean, don't get me wrong, it's fucking awesome you didn't try to disembowel me, it would be even more awesome if you didn't try to slap me around when you're that much bigger than me."

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."

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl was getting keyed up and just kept moving in closer as he pointed at the man to emphasize his, well, point, "I didn't try to smack you around! I got startled by you changing so fast is all. Biting me was going too far."

He completely ignored the request for space, instincts running a bit too high now that he had his prey caught where it couldn't run.

[roddy_reinigen]

"Yeah?" Roddy asked with a slight nod, his shoulders tensing like he was about to swing or run. "'Cause from where I was standing, it looked like a pretty good thing I did. You know what a paw that big could do to a one pound rodent?"

Sure, it wouldn't have killed him, but it wouldn't have felt good, either.

"And didn't I just say to give me some fucking space?" he asked, lunging forward with all of his strength on the last two words, trying to shove Daryl back. If he succeeded, he was going to make a run for it.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl was far stronger as a cat than he was as a human, but he was far more practiced in a fight as a human. When Roddy lunged, his own arms came up under Roddy's and pushed them outward as he put his own hands on the man's chest and pushed him back instead. Only Daryl wasn't the kind to just break away. So when he pushed, he followed by pressing forward.

"If I wanted to hurt you I would have already!"

[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy stumbled back, being pushed until his back bumped against the wall. Roddy reached up to try to shove the other shifter's arms off of him. He really didn't want to turn this into a full blown fight with someone more experienced and bigger than him who had a more dangerous animal form, but the urge to fight back was getting really strong now.

"Then what the hell do you want?"

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl snarled and gave Roddy a final push before finally breaking away and backing off. Only about five feet and he returned to his pacing, eyes staying focused on Roddy. But he didn't actually know what he wanted anymore and that pissed him off as much as anything else anymore. He'd only chased after the guy because he'd been bit and was pissed off about it. The rest had just happened as instinct and anger mixed. The smell of rat was still strong and the cat in him had yet to be fully shaken off post-shift.

Not exactly something he was proud to realize as he took the breathing space to try and figure out what to say to the kid.

[roddy_reinigen]

When Daryl backed up, Roddy eased up a little, though he was still on edge. At least he had some space now, though, and he continued to watch Daryl, waiting for some kind of answer. As he did so, though, Roddy tried to edge along the wall, trying to position himself so he could make a run for it if he had to.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl caught the edging and his lips curled up into a warning snarl before he could stop himself and immediately after he froze. His shoulders hunched up, hands curled into fists and he breathed heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring. He had no reason to hold the kid there any longer and if he didn't let him go, there was a very good chance he'd do way more that he'd regret in the long run.

"Get," he said, voice low and terse. And then he barked it with another snarl, "Go!"

If he was lucky, Roddy would just attribute it to Daryl being a territorial asshole and they could both be done with it once they calmed down.

[roddy_reinigen]

Roddy blinked, surprised, but once the man yelled at him to go, he wasn't going to wait around any longer. He turned, taking off as quickly as he could, his natural speed and agility spurred on by pure panic. There was something about Daryl's expression that terrified him, that made him want to run and hole up somewhere safe. And so that's exactly what he was going to do.