04-09-2009, 12:31 PM
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[/html]Dutch angrily took step after step, which were actually more of pounds and thumps. He was frowing, his yellow orbs, now a dark red from the bloodshot, flashing madly from side to side. Overall, Dutch looked crazed and upset, unlike his usual cunning and collected appearance. He had his backpack around his shoulders and a bottle in his hand. Obviously, the man was in his Luperci form, the one form he spent all of his time in. Inside his backpack was nothing but a shirt, his journal, beef jerky and some more bottles of beer.
The man heard noises. Slurping, moving noises. He instantly was alert and looked around wildly. He had came across an old apartment building and another man. Silently lurking up to the man, he opened his mouth and his deep, bass voice filled the small alley way. "Hey, buddy! Who 'ah you?" He brought the bottle to his throat and took a long, awaited swig. His disturbing appearance was still there, yes, and with every chug, his eyes became a darker red.