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Click-click--clickclickclick. The sweet smell of marijuana had brought a smile to his face as he neared his home base in the city, though that smile fled in an instant to be replaced by a frown as the sounds of a door knob rattling and the occasional thud of a body being thrown against the thick metal door reached his ears. His pace quickened, and he glared angrily at the back of a young male's head as the younger wolf, apparently oblivious to his presence, attempted to break into his garage. "Nope; not happenin'," he growled under his breath as he advanced immediately, stiff legged and fur all on end. Only as his shadow was cast across the door did the younger wolf's actions come to a deliberate stop, and slowly he turned about just in time to witness a well-aimed fist destined to plant directly between his eyes.
The fellow was spindly and scraggly looking with a dirty brown and black coat; he appeared no older than two. He also appeared to be flying quickly back into the door, and the tattooed wolf glared pointedly as the teen scrambled to his feet in a panic before bolting past and taking off into the city. The confrontation had ended much faster than he had anticipated--then again, this land and building were quite clearly marked as his own, and it was now obvious that the stupid wolf's trespasses had been deliberate. Anselm stalked around the perimeter of the garage, at once thankful that the only windows were the small ones high up on the actual garage door itself. He'd be damned if anyone was taking the spoils of his summer any time soon!
He entered the small structure briefly, glaring at the old, worn couch as if it had betrayed him by not keeping an effective watch. Eventually it instigated memories of tranquil afternoons and peaceful, hazy evenings and he was forced to forgive it. Although he'd intended to spend the night here, he now found himself eager to hit the road again. Whoever that bastard was, Anselm knew he hadn't seen the last of him. He would be back, but the Inferni male couldn't wait around forever--there was shit to do, people to see! Locking the door behind him, he set off quickly into suburban sprawl.
The trail was fresh and easy to follow, though the dusky youth hadn't followed the most straightforward path through the city. It was rather convoluted, actually, and as he neared one area in particular he was disturbed to find that the loner's scent was very strong--furthermore, it was mingled with at least a handful of others. It seemed he had stumbled upon the home base of some miscreant gang. He stood uncertainly for a moment as he peered into a dark alleyway, but a sound behind him caused him to whirl about quickly. Sure enough, there was the shifty bastard, one lone finger pointing in his direction as he spoke in hushed whispers to another male, this one scarred and significantly larger. The new male nodded, and Anselm felt his pulse quickened as he heard yet another sound from the alley behind him. Fucking wonderful.
p for jantus, set in halifax!
Click-click--clickclickclick. The sweet smell of marijuana had brought a smile to his face as he neared his home base in the city, though that smile fled in an instant to be replaced by a frown as the sounds of a door knob rattling and the occasional thud of a body being thrown against the thick metal door reached his ears. His pace quickened, and he glared angrily at the back of a young male's head as the younger wolf, apparently oblivious to his presence, attempted to break into his garage. "Nope; not happenin'," he growled under his breath as he advanced immediately, stiff legged and fur all on end. Only as his shadow was cast across the door did the younger wolf's actions come to a deliberate stop, and slowly he turned about just in time to witness a well-aimed fist destined to plant directly between his eyes.
The fellow was spindly and scraggly looking with a dirty brown and black coat; he appeared no older than two. He also appeared to be flying quickly back into the door, and the tattooed wolf glared pointedly as the teen scrambled to his feet in a panic before bolting past and taking off into the city. The confrontation had ended much faster than he had anticipated--then again, this land and building were quite clearly marked as his own, and it was now obvious that the stupid wolf's trespasses had been deliberate. Anselm stalked around the perimeter of the garage, at once thankful that the only windows were the small ones high up on the actual garage door itself. He'd be damned if anyone was taking the spoils of his summer any time soon!
He entered the small structure briefly, glaring at the old, worn couch as if it had betrayed him by not keeping an effective watch. Eventually it instigated memories of tranquil afternoons and peaceful, hazy evenings and he was forced to forgive it. Although he'd intended to spend the night here, he now found himself eager to hit the road again. Whoever that bastard was, Anselm knew he hadn't seen the last of him. He would be back, but the Inferni male couldn't wait around forever--there was shit to do, people to see! Locking the door behind him, he set off quickly into suburban sprawl.
The trail was fresh and easy to follow, though the dusky youth hadn't followed the most straightforward path through the city. It was rather convoluted, actually, and as he neared one area in particular he was disturbed to find that the loner's scent was very strong--furthermore, it was mingled with at least a handful of others. It seemed he had stumbled upon the home base of some miscreant gang. He stood uncertainly for a moment as he peered into a dark alleyway, but a sound behind him caused him to whirl about quickly. Sure enough, there was the shifty bastard, one lone finger pointing in his direction as he spoke in hushed whispers to another male, this one scarred and significantly larger. The new male nodded, and Anselm felt his pulse quickened as he heard yet another sound from the alley behind him. Fucking wonderful.
p for jantus, set in halifax!