Fangs and Fluff

[razerwing]

Trystan shivered lightly, pulling his signature jacket closer around his lithe body. Damn he hated winter. He hated it with a vengeance, the way the ice seemed to make everything seem threatening. He wasn't used to going on these trips alone, always having at least one other person with him. To be completely honest, he never liked being alone. Too many things could happen, especially this deep into a place he never thought he'd see the inside of. He sighed, shaking his head, trudging on through the ankle-deep snow, his light brown combat boots standing out against the pure white of the snow and the pitch black of his pants. Well, at least they wouldn't recognize his odd eye color the second he walked in, his hair thankfully being just long enough to hide the most of his eyes.

He had his hands in his pocket, one hand wrapped around the handle of the knife he decided to bring along. This was supposed to be an unarmed meeting, but here in the city of Tel' Adre, if you didn't have a weapon you'd be turned into hamburger. Or worse. The thought sent another shiver down his spine. Well, at least he was almost at the meeting point. The sooner he got this done and over with, the better. He broke into a small circle of seemingly scattered stones, brushing some errant snow off of his shoulders before looking around, making sure to keep his head down. That's when he heard footsteps all around him, crunching in the snow. They wanted him to know that they had arrived. With a small, forced smirk on his face, he looked up, bringing his venomous green eyes to bear. "Typical vampires. Always so melodramatic." Gods, he hated vampires.

 

[Crystal Roses]

Laney never cared much for the cold, even though she was a vampire and had been raised within it somewhat as a human. The near freezing temperatures technically didn’t affect her anymore, but it was mostly habit that caused her to shiver as she put on a long, black trench coat. It had a belt that circled her narrow waist perfectly, but she decided to let the jacket hang open. Black jeans were paired with a pale green shirt that was worn upon her torso. Laney tended to prefer shades of blue, but in this forested area, green would work better to camouflage.

Her petite figure was hardly imposing, but it was her firm tone that took hold and caused others to listen. Yes, she appeared delicate and sweet, but that was part of her advantage. It always had been; even her maker saw that in her. Her looks hid the fact that she could be potentially dangerous and threatening. She was supposed to attend this ‘meeting’ of sorts. People, even undead ones, were becoming more cautious as of late with the string of deaths that plagued this land. They didn’t seem as random as the killer tried to make them. It was also strange that both vampires and werewolves were being murdered. Now she was supposed to meet with one? Was this a joke?

Hundreds of years had passed since she’d been a human, with live blood running through her. She supposed she was trusted enough to be dealing with the wolves. Either that or those above her felt she was just as much of a threat towards them as they were to her kind. Either way, she gave the one word command in the foreign tongue to her two companions. Both were large men that flanked her sides and took two steps back to allow her to lead. The meeting was supposed to be unarmed, but nobody was so foolish to abide by that here. It was too risky. Laney had her own weapon at her side. It was a blade sheathed in leather and sharp enough to split a hair.

Her companions made motion to something up ahead and paused. Laney looked then to see the male standing right where she was supposed to meet him. What a good soldier he was. A smirk came to her lips before falling away, her eyes shifting to her men, letting them know, without a word, that they were to continue to follow her lead unless the man intended to harm her. The two males nodded, both armed with large, scary guns of their own, both deadly accurate with them. The men started to trek the distance after her and it wasn’t until they were close enough that she heard the snow crunching below their boots. Laney nearly scowled to them, wishing they had not made noise, but since they had, she had to go along with it.

It wasn’t long before she ended up stopping before the unknown male. Her companions stopped as she did before moving a little further out to her sides, the three of them making a half circle in front of the male. When he looked up, she saw the hatred in his green eyes. It would be reflected back to him from her own ocean blues. Her chestnut brown hair was thick and heavy with wide curls, though it was held in place at her nape by a black band. Hearing his remark, her companions gave no indication that they’d even heard the male, but she smirked then. “Typical wolf, wild and smelling of dirt,” She replied in her accented tone, her voice still firm as she watched him.

 

[razerwing]

Trystan raised an eyebrow, chuckling at the big men with the guns. "Seriously? And here I was thinking all you vamps were the same. Then again, I didn't think that you guys needed bodyguards either. Heheh, well, maybe we overestimated you and your race huh?" He chuckled again, flipping the knife errantly between his fingers, grinning toothily at the vampire and the bodyguards. "In all honesty, I've been told never to bring a knife to a gunfight, but hey, I'm pretty sure I can take out your two friends there. And you... don't seem much of a threat, but you probably are a better fighter than your musclemen over there. Sadly, I don't think I was sent here to screw with you too much." With that he tossed the knife up into the air, catching the blade in between his fingers. The wolf leaned back against a tree, eyebrow cocked in a somewhat mocking look with his arms crossed in front of him.

"What is it you bloodsuckers want? It doesn't have anything to do with the murders happening recently does it?" Trystan tilted his head to the side, waiting for his answer, eyes flicking from the big men, to the guns, to the girl that seemed to be the leader. The soldier in him was thinking of ways to get out alive if things went sour, but he didn't have any guns. Just his knife. At the very least, he supposed he could try a few of his signature tricks, but that held no guarantee of working. With a mental sigh, he cursed himself for not bringing at least a pistol with him. Ah well, whatever happened was going to happen, and if these vampires were smart, they would play by the rules. This time at least.