Rian Fenrir

Armands evening had started much the same as anyother, he'd just played host to some of the court. Most of the stragglers and gawkers moved along now, having had their fill of the coven of the articulate. His intimates the last to leave. So aside from Daniel, who was away on business, he had the sprawling Trinity Gate to himself. He'd gone to an artshow, and was now sat outside a late night caffe closer to upper manhattan. Not hunting tonight especially, just people watching. Sat with a coffee he couldn't drink, but its aroma he could appreciate.

Relaxed, though vampiric senses scanning periodically his surroundings. Small smile at a wooing couples conversation, a table away. Passionate their exchange of words, melodic in italian. A minute shift in energy approaching, a scent familiar, yet not. A flavour he'd not smelt in a while but not totally foreign. Over riding any other souls around. Human but not quite, a puzzle. One in his territory less appealing, but variety was the spice of life wasnt it.

"So not a werewolf either. Adopted. Interesting life you've had then even in werewolf culture." Beckoning the waitress to them with a thought. "Order whatever you wish."

Rian smiled politely at the waitress while trying to make up his mind, finally ordering red velvet cake and coffee after a lot of stalling. It seemed like having to make the choice was almost distressing once he was made aware he had many things to pick between. He looked back at Armand once he had finally ordered his cake "oh....uhm...his things are more spiritual I suppose. Like amulets for protection and that kind of thing."

"Amulets for protection. You don't seem physically to be in need of protection, so I can assume you mean to repel supernatural threats."

He shrugged a bit "it can't hurt defending myself a bit extra. There are actual demons out there. Some of them know my name." He smiled at Armand as if that little tidbit didn't bother him at all "plus, some of the amulets hide my energy which means I can't be sensed that easily. That's useful if I want to sneak up on people or whatever."

"Demons know your name? I'm often referred to affectionately as a devil," perking up at the energy signature amulets. "Oh really. Good for your line of work."

Usually their wards sent agents who wandered too close to their sacred places off in a daze once they touched their main barriers, but lately there had been a particular individual that didn't seem bothered by some of the wards, maybe because they had been old and had lost most of their punch the man had blocked his mind enough to get close. He had come sniffing around a site in Scotland that had been abandoned, but had been kept up as a memorial for the tribe it had once belonged to. They had let the evidence of their existence and their culture remain and now this one young human had been all over it. So they'd sent in Rian both to remove the memorial and the human.

He had slipped into mission mode while shifting to half shape before moving towards the campsite a fair bit away from the sacred grounds. The smell of the man's campfire mixed with that of the young man's scent to tickle Rian's senses. He tried not to notice how lovely the night was, heavy with the smell of late spring flowers and surprisingly mild for Scotland. The young man by the fire looked as lovely as the night itself, deeply engrossed in his notes as he eagerly scribbled away about his findings.

Rian gave an annoyed sigh when the usual cold way he had about him while out on mission kept slipping away from him. He growled then simply stepped into the light from the fire and reached for the human's notes to grab them in a clawed hand, unceremoniously dropping them into the flames.

The wolf sighed and stood up, deciding he might as well make the situation worse while he was at it "yes, baby. You're dreaming" he patted David's head then rounded him and went towards the memorial grounds. He should probably feel some type of way about destroying the only thing left of the white howlers, but he didn't really give a shit about the sentimentality of it all. As far as he was concerned they had made the world worse with their actions.

Usually their wards sent agents who wandered too close to their sacred places off in a daze once they touched their main barriers, but lately there had been a particular individual that didn't seem bothered by some of the wards, maybe because they had been old and had lost most of their punch the man had blocked his mind enough to get close. He had come sniffing around a site in Scotland that had been abandoned, but had been kept up as a memorial for the tribe it had once belonged to. They had let the evidence of their existence and their culture remain and now this one young human had been all over it. So they'd sent in Rian both to remove the memorial and the human.

He had slipped into mission mode while shifting to half shape before moving towards the campsite a fair bit away from the sacred grounds. The smell of the man's campfire mixed with that of the young man's scent to tickle Rian's senses. He tried not to notice how lovely the night was, heavy with the smell of late spring flowers and surprisingly mild for Scotland. The young man by the fire looked as lovely as the night itself, deeply engrossed in his notes as he eagerly scribbled away about his findings.

Rian gave an annoyed sigh when the usual cold way he had about him while out on mission kept slipping away from him. He growled then simply stepped into the light from the fire and reached for the human's notes to grab them in a clawed hand, unceremoniously dropping them into the flames.

Armands evening had started much the same as anyother, he'd just played host to some of the court. Most of the stragglers and gawkers moved along now, having had their fill of the coven of the articulate. His intimates the last to leave. So aside from Daniel, who was away on business, he had the sprawling Trinity Gate to himself. He'd gone to an artshow, and was now sat outside a late night caffe closer to upper manhattan. Not hunting tonight especially, just people watching. Sat with a coffee he couldn't drink, but its aroma he could appreciate.

Relaxed, though vampiric senses scanning periodically his surroundings. Small smile at a wooing couples conversation, a table away. Passionate their exchange of words, melodic in italian. A minute shift in energy approaching, a scent familiar, yet not. A flavour he'd not smelt in a while but not totally foreign. Over riding any other souls around. Human but not quite, a puzzle. One in his territory less appealing, but variety was the spice of life wasnt it.

"So not a werewolf either. Adopted. Interesting life you've had then even in werewolf culture." Beckoning the waitress to them with a thought. "Order whatever you wish."

Rian smiled politely at the waitress while trying to make up his mind, finally ordering red velvet cake and coffee after a lot of stalling. It seemed like having to make the choice was almost distressing once he was made aware he had many things to pick between. He looked back at Armand once he had finally ordered his cake "oh....uhm...his things are more spiritual I suppose. Like amulets for protection and that kind of thing."

"Amulets for protection. You don't seem physically to be in need of protection, so I can assume you mean to repel supernatural threats."

He shrugged a bit "it can't hurt defending myself a bit extra. There are actual demons out there. Some of them know my name." He smiled at Armand as if that little tidbit didn't bother him at all "plus, some of the amulets hide my energy which means I can't be sensed that easily. That's useful if I want to sneak up on people or whatever."

Usually their wards sent agents who wandered too close to their sacred places off in a daze once they touched their main barriers, but lately there had been a particular individual that didn't seem bothered by some of the wards, maybe because they had been old and had lost most of their punch the man had blocked his mind enough to get close. He had come sniffing around a site in Scotland that had been abandoned, but had been kept up as a memorial for the tribe it had once belonged to. They had let the evidence of their existence and their culture remain and now this one young human had been all over it. So they'd sent in Rian both to remove the memorial and the human.

He had slipped into mission mode while shifting to half shape before moving towards the campsite a fair bit away from the sacred grounds. The smell of the man's campfire mixed with that of the young man's scent to tickle Rian's senses. He tried not to notice how lovely the night was, heavy with the smell of late spring flowers and surprisingly mild for Scotland. The young man by the fire looked as lovely as the night itself, deeply engrossed in his notes as he eagerly scribbled away about his findings.

Rian gave an annoyed sigh when the usual cold way he had about him while out on mission kept slipping away from him. He growled then simply stepped into the light from the fire and reached for the human's notes to grab them in a clawed hand, unceremoniously dropping them into the flames.