Adrenaline spikes, making his blood hot and heavy with the need to chase.
Right now, he's the one being chased -- but he likes to think he's leading the chase to something better. Towards a truly thrilling climax. Heavy boots thumping against asphalt, thick moss green coat fluttering as he fearlessly makes the leap between buildings and lands on the other side, hunkered down. The stranger with short-cropped spikes has a moment to look up once more to the neighboring building, a crumpled cigarette pinched between abnormally long eyeteeth. His eyes are wide, wild, as he sneers and catches the silhouette of his pursuer.
Half a second later, he lurches to the side as a warning shot makes the brickwork beside him explode. That wasn't meant to be a warning shot, he's willing to bet. They got a special hole for a beast like him, and they're aching to put him in his place. Well, he's aching to pin the cop down like prey, too.
What if he could put Blake in a situation he isn't expecting, would he show fear? He has a feeling this one wouldn't break down as easily, but that just makes it more fun to see what he can do with him.
Scrambling into a sprint, he's on the move again before he sustains a real injury. A gritty pipe tangled in bloodstained military dog tags drags along with him. His file says something along the lines of a former soldier with brutal tendencies, but many of his victims looked like they were mauled to death by a wild animal. Teeth marks on their necks, their shoulders, claw marks on their hips.
A graveled and deep voice carries across the rooftops, "Ya sure like the idea of the scent of blood, officer! Ya wanna taste my blood, you're gonna have to try harder-!" He roars, taunting the other man into suggesting that maybe they're more alike than he would think.
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