Gen's on a roll tonight :o
It was cold and yet the man was running toward Halifax as though it were not colder in the barren city. Sure plants were growing and growing strong, but it was winter and cold. They were dead for now and the winter sea wind beat at everything and anything in its path. Strel felt it as it pulled at his leather jacket and scarf, whipping around his neck. Scents assaulted him, from dirty disgusting trash to the freshness of the salty ocean water. Unfortunately the former was much stronger than he cared for. Grumbling, he pulled up the scarf to cover his sensitive nose, grimacing at the stench of death and decay. Strel sniffed into the material, relishing the smell of himself and his home. God, those humans were filthy, but they produced so much fantastic work. How did that work?
Crash! He jumped at the sound, the hair on his nape stood up in instant fear. The noise was loud, echoing through the alley he was taking. Shuddering, the redhead twitched his ear to the direction of the sound. It did not happen on its own, that was for certain. So something caused it and his curiosity got the best of him. Sighing at his inherent desire to risk things, he turned into the derelict building. If no one was there, he had just stepped into a deathtrap. Rather, a building that was more a deathtrap than the other ones around.
He heard movement and noise, suddenly stopping his own pace forward. So, someone was indeed there. But who? Slowly, Strel shuffled toward the room, pressing himself against the wall as he peered around the corner. It was a woman, a smaller woman. Probably a coyote. She smelled of Inferni and the man couldn't help but furrow his brows with worry. He still remembered almost fighting a 'yote on that clan's borders. Who was to say this one would not attack him? But it was a woman, who seemed terribly cold. Breath clouding in front of him, he could tell that this was not southern coyote weather.
"It's some kind of booze," he said, turning the corner, hands in his jacket pockets. "I don't know what kind, but it's booze alright."
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