485 :: I had to PP the guards a little, hope you don't mind.
He hadn’t been to Halifax since the previous month and arriving there as the sun set caused the dilapidated hume city to look just that much more creepy. He had been bored that night and decided to come here to see if he could find anymore jars or bottles, or perhaps a shiny bauble for Lucia, even though he doubted she would have any interest in such things. All the places he had looked through had been pretty much picked over by previous Luperci scavengers and he now had resided to the fact he probably wouldn’t find much of interest on this night.
Zalen had hoisted himself up onto a small structure of some kind overlooking the pier, he enjoyed this place; the waves crashing softly against the docks, the haunting ring of whatever the hell that round hume floating thing was out there, the lighthouse looming in the distance. Here he had sat for the better part of an hour when movement had caught his eye; another Luperci on the roof of a building not too far away was watching the camping group on the docks. Zalen had noticed their presence but thought nothing of it and had no intentions of making contact, he understood that Luperci refugees from other countries came to Nova Scotia more often than not. However, he had to admit that the demeanor of these seaward travelers was somewhat ominous and he had decided early on to give them a wide birth. However, this Luperci on the rooftop had other ideas and Zalen watched in stunned fascination and the individual moved like death on the wind through the camp killing many before getting himself into a situation from which there was no escape.
The dark male was sure that this assassin would surely be killed at the hands of these pirates and for a moment he was content with just letting sleeping dogs lie and heading back towards Arachnea’s revenge, but instead he felt compelled to help this character. The way he had killed all those wolves, with swiftness and drive, there must have been a reason for it, and no one deserved to die like he was shaping up to be. Making his mind up Zalen silently melted from the building like the darkest shadow and headed towards the docks.
It did not take him long to get there with stealth being his best attribute and had no problem making it past the remaining guards who had since tying up the stranger moved back into a tent where Zalen could hear them talking gruffly in a language he did not understand. He approached the figure, who was tied to a rotting, barnacle encrusted log of the pier, “Psst, hey! You. You alright?” he swiftly moved to the side of the pile he was attached to, his muscular yet lithe form seemingly merging into what little shadow there was there.
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