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Combat boots clicked with ease against the pavement of the bar that was rhymed with the presence of beautiful humans and the reserveful music of jazz lingering into the air and forcing the spirits to get slightly ease and happy with the music.  Blue eyes cascaded lightly around the place, a high sniff of the air around him had the Hybrid force the veins underneath his eyes appear for a split second as the aroma of the blood aroused him.   Raven hair were fonded back his eyes looking once more the crowd before eventually figuring out the next target. How long has it been since he was in New Orleans?  The last time, he remembered that he had to pretend that he died into an explosion and determined for one more time to survive and leave behind one of the Originals that he had started to fall for despite the casual need of his to survive from his murdering father tendencies. His steps were ease and mute and delicate as he walked with no fear at the figure that he had seen.  Of course, standing before him after all this time and with out clue that he was alive, would might be a shock to the Original Vampire but Eric was known for the surprises that he would bring to the people he knew. Fingers tapping against the stool, a rhythm of the jazz followed by his fingers before he had moved gracefully beside the male.

' '      My, my Elijah.   I remember you more alive.  What has happened?                                       Brother almost daggered you or maybe perhaps something else is going on?  ' '

It was not the greatest salutation that he could invent at the moment but that was classy Eric Landos.

Hunter huffed as he shuffled his paws on the cold wet grass. It was his night to patrol the perimeter along with Sebastian and Blaine. He laughed to himself, the sound coming out of his snout like a huff. He couldn’t believe how much his life sounded like that stupid Twilight story. He wasn’t protecting his pack from Vampires. Vampires don’t exsist. He along with his packmates where patroling their territory  to see if rival packs were moving into their land. Wolf Packs live in peace until their land is trespassed on without written approval. He smiled as he pushed himself forward on his four legs, his sandy brown fur dancing in the wind as he did so. He seemed to be running patrol alone since Sebastian and Blaine would constantly stop to lick and nip at eachother. They were recently mated and in that phase. He didn’t care, he hoped to one day find his own mate. he left the boys behind as they made there way into some bushes to do god knows what. About five minutes after leaving them behind he caught a scent. It was definitly a wolf.. a wolf that didn’t belong to his pack. He ignored his inner alpha that danced with excitement at the scent. The scent that smelled like HIS. It all went ignored. Hunter was to busy to let his insticts take over. There was an intrudor in his land. Pushing forward he growled as he jumped and launched himself at the wolf who seemed to be distracted.