#soulreturncd

     “..I broke that kid's arm. And mine's not doing so hot either.”

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Honestly it isn’t a terrible night. No rain (always a plus). Not hot enough to have the evening sticking to you and not cold enough for snow. Not that he’d mind the latter so much. Still he can’t complain. It’s the perfect weather for the kind of traveling he’s doing and the back pack on his shoulders is re-adjusted a little. The bottle of water clipped to it grabbed for a quick drink. He’s going to have to find a river or creek or something soon. But that shouldn’t be too hard. He can smell it, even from here. There’s a big river between him and Bolder. Where hopefully he catch a bus to Denver. And from there a plane back to New York. He doesn’t want to miss Pride this year after all.

A small pause as he takes a drink. Track the lay of the land, even in the dark. A quick sniff here and there to make sure he’s still as alone as he has been the last few hours. And from what he can tell he is. Or at least until he’s clipping the water bottle back on his bag and the wind decides to change. Bastian’s nose twitching now and again as he process the smell. Pushes it out over his tongue. And blue squints in the direction of the scent. Because out here is the last place he would have thought to run into one of his mother’s kind. Especially one that tugs at his memory.

But memory pricking or not, he can’t ever be to careful can he? And he’s going off road a little. Into the woods. Keeping the highway in sight, even as he picks up speed through the trees and underbrush. Dodging around rocks that only seem to come in one size in Colorado. Big. And its only a handful of moments before he’s picking up other smells, accompanied by sounds too. Burnt oil and overheated metal. The fumes of gasoline. What sounds like a boot hitting a previously slammed car door. And blue focuses on the plum of smoke rising away from the sleek vehicle that comes into view around one of the larger big rocks.

A tilt of his head. Another much deeper in hale. He smells what he did before, but its mixed with frustrated anger now too. The top of a blond head coming and going from sight from under the car’s hood before the tell tell sound of cursing and a wrench maybe striking internal part. And there’s a bit of an amused frown that starts to pull at the corners of Bastian’s lips. Clearly the vampire doesn’t know they’re ass from a hole in the ground when it comes to engines. But that wasn’t his issue was it? And he’d been about to turn and continue on his self made path when--

Blondie moves out into complete view and the amused frown turns to something of surprise. Because sure out here probably was the last place he’d thought he would run into a vampire. But running into this particular one out here? Definitely not in the area of considered. Not even remotely. So instead of trying to sneak away back to his own business---a young wolf takes a step forward. And then another. Until he’s standing in that nebulous space between tree line and road side.

           “Hit it one more time...”