#tamedcount

on rare occasions when the moon was full, its power invigorated animals across the scene back home. night markets and pop-up shops could be found on the end of every block. sometimes, within the community park, would be tents full of delicious homemade meals and clothing for other creatures to indulge themselves in. though the moon had not reached its potential on this particular evening, it had not stopped legosi from traversing the empty streets by his lonesome.

truth be told, this was just the most convenient time to do a little bit of shopping. not having to wait in any lines nor bumping into anyone during the morning rush; no having to reach over unsuspecting people, nor instilling fear into anyone with his mere presence. everything was at peace. 

. . . seemingly so, at first glance. 

it wouldn’t be a normal night out for legosi if he had not witnessed any sort of trouble. being that he lived near one of the more dangerous parts of town, he was always bound to see some sort of residual unnerving activity. some nights had been merely petty incidents; watching drunk individuals stumble home, or witnessing men slip into motels within the red light district. nothing that concerned the young wolf all too much. 

but tonight was going to be different. 

his ears pick up a sound he had not heard since his arrival. the sounds of a struggle-- yelling and scuffling, a fight very clearly in the works. though it was not the argument that caused him to run towards the fray. 

it was the heavy stench of blood that wafted over his keen senses. 

“ HEY! ” he barks over the calamity, skittering to a stop at the abandoned lot where this had all been taking place. he drops his bag of groceries in the dirt. whatever the situation had been, legosi could not allow it to move on any further.

“ YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE! ”

What kind of Hell is this? Someone killed her. Someone must have killed her. Last thing she knew she was working on some.. edits and the next she was in this city. With no men, no resources and not even a damn gun. If she didn’t have one of her cigars with her, she’d make sure she was fuckin’ dead.

For the moment, she decided to take a moment to cool herself off. She was relaxing at a nearby cafe. She took a seat and started to prepared the cigar. Cutter, lighter and she was good to go. She took a puff of her lit cigar and let that smoke out into the night air.

The waiter at the cafe came to speak to her. Upset, she gave him a cold look without realizing it. That gaze was enough to send a shiver down the man’s spine and it was visible to all looking. “I’ll call you if I need you.” She dismissed him and the man quickly made his way away from her. This woman had an aura about her. One that would make strong men fall in line, weak men cower and even weaker men challenge her to prove their tiny sense of masculinity.

      𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓂, feeding her one too many doses of its archaic medicine. They’re all unpleasant, really, and to revisit them in such a manner is distasteful. In the rare occasion that she willingly enters these paradoxical buildings, she prefers to be alone, standing still by her empty, white bed and tableside accented by incense. 

        Yet, even that she cannot ask for. Seeing a flicker of life pulse within the shadows, her chin tilts toward its direction, her gaze far from hospitable. 

“You seemed to be gothic for a reason.” She simply looking at his outfit features and himself while at it like some kind of a fashion designer.

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 253!

You’ll retain your enhanced speed, but you won't be able to go faster than a car.

You’ll be given a BB gun.

Enjoy your stay!