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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Abandoned Warehouse

[dirtyredneck]

It wasn't easy finding the time or place to let himself run free. Not like this. But London didn't have a lot of relatively private spots to pick from. So when he found it and caught the scent of a few live rodents about the yard, he figured what the hell? He entered the building, soft footfalls echoing despite his ability to walk in silence. Nothing he could do about it with the boots he was wearing. That would be solved once he got his clothes off and his feet became paws.

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.

HIllingdon House

[constantprisoner]

It was somewhat weird for Sirius, going from avoiding Hillingdon House at all costs to becoming a semi-permanent fixture since it was a lot nicer than the safehouse he had acquired. There was more food anyway, better food, and it was cleaner. As a result, he had a gained a good idea of who were usuals and who was new. And new people interested him (more than keeping a low profile anyway).

"Haven't seen you around before."

Out on the street

[facethewolves]

That smell was probably the dead body. A vampire - one with a daylight ring, no less - had attacked Alex, and now she was trying to find someplace inconspicuous to leave the body. Of course, wandering through London with a dead man draped over her shoulders while bleeding from the neck was really conspicuous, so she'd settled for leaving him behind a thick covering of bushes in a park less than half a block from where he'd attacked her.

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.