Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2011 17:50:17 GMT -5
Davis had moved unseen through the city. Taking his usual route across the shattered rooftops of the various neighbourhoods that surrounded the mall complex he had briefly called home. No, not home. Just a place he had taken the time to defend, a place he had eaten a few meals in and laid his head down for a few nights. The place held nothing for him; the pack that lived there was still rather alien to him and given that he now lead his own pack. He would hardly have the chance to learn and so they would remain. Better that way perhaps. For if they were to learn who he really was he doubted they would want him and he certainly did not want them...
No, Davis was happy with the band of hateful misfits and killers he lead in a blood guerrilla war waged across the outskirts of the city. Not that he had seen many of the others of late. Concerned as he had been with his own private little vengeance against the Angels. They did great things together, the pack and Davis. But alone, Davis also achieved highly. That was a problem however, it wasn’t meant to be that way. At times it frustrated him that no matter how much he understood the need to be in a pack, to be at the head of the pack. It seemed that he simply could not do it for overlong before his natural inclination to run alone took over. Perhaps he was too distant of a cousin to those that called themselves lycans or perhaps he just needed time...
Time. The only commodity in which anyone who was anyone was rich in these days. Their war being an immortal war after all. No one side as going to be dying out any time soon. Unless you counted the humans, but Davis rather imagined plenty of them would come out of the lunch box seeking the bite before long. The spectre of age and death was a powerful motivator to the mortal mind. It had seen the creation of such perfect works as Davis himself after all. His own creation coming about in response to the fear his mortal creators had felt of death at the hands of various flavours of nigh stalking predator. Ha, if only they could see their creation now... Not a man, never a man. But in fact one of the monsters, one of the worst...
Approaching his destination, Davis abandoned all effort at stealth. Walking down the road he had cleared to the Mall. If they had continued to do things properly as he had instructed, then he would be seen and challenged before he set foot in the grounds of the Mall...Not that he would just walk in of course. To do so in the territory of another Alpha was tantamount to challenge and while Davis did not fear Strike or indeed doubt his ability to meet the old monster in battle. He had not come for that. Oddly enough he had come to talk...With that in mind, Davis came to stop just before the gates he had helped build before tearing a howl from his throat...Making his presence known to the Alpha of the city pack.
Spreading his arms wide to show that he carried none of his usual plethora of weapons. Other than the trench knife belted behind his back and the rather more crude dagger hidden in his boot, further obscured by the folds of his combats of course...Davis waited.
No, Davis was happy with the band of hateful misfits and killers he lead in a blood guerrilla war waged across the outskirts of the city. Not that he had seen many of the others of late. Concerned as he had been with his own private little vengeance against the Angels. They did great things together, the pack and Davis. But alone, Davis also achieved highly. That was a problem however, it wasn’t meant to be that way. At times it frustrated him that no matter how much he understood the need to be in a pack, to be at the head of the pack. It seemed that he simply could not do it for overlong before his natural inclination to run alone took over. Perhaps he was too distant of a cousin to those that called themselves lycans or perhaps he just needed time...
Time. The only commodity in which anyone who was anyone was rich in these days. Their war being an immortal war after all. No one side as going to be dying out any time soon. Unless you counted the humans, but Davis rather imagined plenty of them would come out of the lunch box seeking the bite before long. The spectre of age and death was a powerful motivator to the mortal mind. It had seen the creation of such perfect works as Davis himself after all. His own creation coming about in response to the fear his mortal creators had felt of death at the hands of various flavours of nigh stalking predator. Ha, if only they could see their creation now... Not a man, never a man. But in fact one of the monsters, one of the worst...
Approaching his destination, Davis abandoned all effort at stealth. Walking down the road he had cleared to the Mall. If they had continued to do things properly as he had instructed, then he would be seen and challenged before he set foot in the grounds of the Mall...Not that he would just walk in of course. To do so in the territory of another Alpha was tantamount to challenge and while Davis did not fear Strike or indeed doubt his ability to meet the old monster in battle. He had not come for that. Oddly enough he had come to talk...With that in mind, Davis came to stop just before the gates he had helped build before tearing a howl from his throat...Making his presence known to the Alpha of the city pack.
Spreading his arms wide to show that he carried none of his usual plethora of weapons. Other than the trench knife belted behind his back and the rather more crude dagger hidden in his boot, further obscured by the folds of his combats of course...Davis waited.