Monsters with silken masks (Tatcon + chainedkitten)

Tatcon could smell it on the air, and feel it on his skin. The slow drop in temperature and pressure that would signal a fast approaching snow fall. In his mind, this was always a thing of beauty, a reawakening of the world with a thick coat of plain white canvas that just did so much to fix the annoying blandness of the typical urban landscape. He would release a small sigh as he dropped his eyes from the late night sky and removed the burning cigarette from between his lips as the first of many flakes started to fall upon New York City. He looked down from the flat roof of one of the many apartment buildings that littered the area outside the downtown, and watched people pass on by.

Cold blue eyes were busy scanning the people attempting the run away from the encroaching storm as the wind picked up and blew his unbuttoned lengthy trench coat to and fro, the leather creaking a bit under the movement. Pierced tongue would snake out to trouble the small spike that stuck out below his lower lip before quickly retreating as he took another long drag from his cigarette. He didn't really know what he was looking for at the moment, but his predatory senses were starting to itch at the corner of his brain as the lights of the city started to bounce off the cloud cover and paint the entire world with a light brush of off white.