Skinwalker: Open : Semi Lit

[>> Leafstorm515]

A slight movement caught Devons eye, and the girl tilted her chin up to see a flash of movement above her, followed by foot steps. She opened her mouth slightly, letting her airways take in the air. Another hunter, she mused to herself. Tightening her grip on the metal bars, Devon turned away from the skinwalker, and began to climb again. This time, her movements were almost silent. Devon's narrowed eyes fixed on the rooftop, and she moved easily and lithely like a cat. When she was on the last balcony, Devon paused to catch her breath, squeezing her eyes shut tight. She'd forgotten how much heights bugged her.

With a soft sigh, Devon slid her feet off the floor so she was hanging by her arms, then swung them to get momentum up. When she knew she had enough, she let go and flew up, landing in a crouch on the rooftop. A dark and playful smile crept onto her lips, and she glanced up at the man in front of her. He wasn't what she'd expected at all. To say this man was large would have been an understatement. Ripped was more like it. Could prove useful, Devon mused. Or he could kill you too. That'd be great a sarcastic voice spoke in her head. With a shake of her head, Devon stood to her full height, eyeing the back of the other hunter.

"Well, hello there handsome, whatcha doing?" Devon purred darkly, folding her arms across her stomach and sticking one hip out. Once again, her english was flawless. Devon prided herself in her ability to mask her russian accent. Even though she lvoed it dearly, she knew that here, that would be frowned upon.

[Snowdrift]

Brahn Stone

The ripped, muscular man turned his head slightly to the sound of someone landing on the roof. Based of the sound of the landing, he knew that it was the female hunter that he had scented. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he awaited a reaction or words from the young, female hunter. He didn't sense her move or talk and he figured that she was studying him, yet, he did not bother to look at her to study her because in truth, he was already studying her.

His back remained facing her as he slowly turned his head away from her, returning to looking out at the city then he heard her spoke. There was no movement or reaction for a few, silent seconds then the male stood up slowly. This female sounded confident, perhaps too confident with meeting another hunter for the first time and Brahn did not like that. Without warning, Brahn turned and he ran swiftly towards Devon, despite his muscular frame and he let out a soft growl before he threw a punch straight towards Devon's jaw.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

Niko listened to what she said though he grew slightly annoyed at being called a half breed. Did so few know the true origins of a skinwalker? He dismissed it as he exited the ally. He could smell the other hunter and it was starting to annoy him. He shook it off and headed across town. He took various routs and crossed his own sent any number of times. He was the only skinwalker living on this side of town for a while now and his sent was all over his 'territory'. He made his way home and took care of what he had bought.

Lejay heard something running towards him and was surprised to see a dog run strait up to him and bark. "Hi." He said with a bright smile. He offered his hand to the dog. A gesture his grandpa had taught him. Never pet a dog without allowing them to take in your sent first. His bright blue eyes watched her closely with excitement clear in them.

[>> Leafstorm515]

Devon watched the man. If he was trying to fool her into thinking he didn't care aout her presence, she wasn't buying it. After all, a psychology major, well almost, was trained to watch for 'gives'. And this man, although he probably view her as small, was already letting Devon into his mind. Definately threatened, or displeased by her presence. Either one mattered less to the girl, and she waited to see if he reacted.

Her eyes caught his movement, her sense on full throttle. Devon was surprised to find that the man was rather fast for a larger man, but this didn't faze her. She'd seen worse. As the man threw the punch, she manged to duck under, and ram the butt of the kife she'd carefully draw into the man's stomach, then dodge to the side. Her eyes were darkening, and she shook her as though she was dissapointed.

"Tsk Tsk, that's no way to introduce yourself. " She purred, backing up and leaning against one of the cooling systems on top of the roof. Devon looked at them man, her knife casually drawn in her hand. "Look, sweetheart, I wasn't raised in russia for nothing. Please don't try that again, or I'll be forced to hurt you. And I don't want to hurt you, only those mutts." Devon said, her voice calm and even-toned. She knew it was a daring thing to say, but she really didn't want a fight with this man. Well, she did, but Devon didn't want to satisfy that side of herself. Her hand drifted to her chin and she rubbed it softly. He'd managed to hit her, but the girl was used to being hit in the face. Devon looked up, waiting to see if he attacked again.

[LoneWolf-Gage]

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Samantha sniffed at his hand and looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Not seeing anyone watching the boy, she sniffed around his back and all around him, letting her nose flood with his scent. Licking his hand finally and pushing her head under it for him to pet, she looked up at him with her blue eyes. The person inside of her wanted to take the boye home, and find his mother, but she couldnt give that self of her away. She had hid herself well and not used her himan form for 4 years to keep her human scent hidden. She practically only smelled like dog now. The boy looked calm and kind enough that she wasn't too worried. She was just worried that he might pull some fur.

((Aww man....))

[Snowdrift]

Brahn felt his fist nick Devon's chin. The female was fast this he had to admit but her attack even with the butt of her knife was nothing against his rock, hard body. He stood tall, his body relaxed before a slight smirk appeared on his lips. "Have you forgotten how hunters use to introduce themselves in the glory days, pup?" He said his voice was deep and the african accent was heavy on his tongue.

He turned his body to Devon but his face looked away from her with a soft growl. "Mutts..." He mumbled, displeasure could be heard in his voice. "They ruin the quality of the true blood. It's because of their interbreeding with the humans that we are going extinct. The true blood will soon be lost. Have anyone no pride in their own blood?" He asked with an annoyed growl before he looked towards Devon. "Only the pures should live."

[>> Leafstorm515]

As the man didn't attack, Devon's lips curled into a smile as he spoke. " So it speaks." She mused aloud, blinking slowly a few times. She listen to his voice, and found his accent rather pleasing to the ear. SHe felt the yearning in her chest rise to let her own accent through, but Devon wouldn't let herself. Weather it was contempt for her father, or just fear, she wouldn't. Glancing at the mans stance, Devon noted that her hit hadn't phased him. Then again, a rock like that probably was rather hard to injur.

As he called her pup, she rolled her eyes and fixed him with a annoyed glare. " Now now, a pup would have run from a big brute like you." Devon said, smirking again to herself. She flipped her hair out of her face, revealing the scar on her face. She twisted her eyes back towards the hunter as he spoke.

Her lips curled up into a dark and dangerous smile. " And soon, only the pure one will live. I've always loved clean up projects."She hissed, meeting the other hunters eyes. " And if you care to know, My name is Devon." She said finally, stepping forward a few steps to extend a hand. Oh, it was a risk. Should he turn on her, Devon didn't exactly know how she'd get away. Hieghts, after all, terrfied her. But nevertheless, the russian waited.

[Snowdrift]

Brahn gave a slight grin. Indeed a pup would have ran away just from the mere sight if him as many people do but to him as long as this female was younger than him, she would be a pup. He let out an amused snort, knowing that by calling her a pup, it would annoy her. He could hear it in her voice.

But when she spoke of the pures living, he realized that they both had a similar goal. He looked at her in interest as their eyes met. Perhaps there was more to the girl that meets the eyes and nose. He blinked when she introduced herself and put out her hand. Brahn let out a soft snort. Apparently, the human world has been engraved in her. An extension of a hand in greeting, something that Brahn could never understand and frankly, didn't want to. He spoke emotionlessly. "Brahn....Brahn Stone of Africa." He introduced before he looked away from her, studying the different smells that had finally made their way into the air.

He picked up on most smells if food and this told Brahn that the stores had opened and their fresh foods were available. Meats, bread, fruits. Brahn closed his eyes slowly, enjoying the smell for they reminded him of the markets back in his homeland. As he did this, his mind briefly drifted off, forgetting about Devon before he opened his eyes. He was hungry.

[>> Leafstorm515]

Honestly, Devon felt bad for not disclosing her real name. But, there were a few unplesant ties to it, and devon wanted to avoid being arrested or other such things. Studying Brahm, she dropped her hand with a shrug. Mustvbe an American thing, handshakes. Devon herself always did itvjust so she could crush the other persons hand with her iron grip. But she guessed that Bron wouldn't have been phased.

Watching, Devon noted that Brahn had focused on sometjing else. She sniffed softly, and only smelled food Then it registered what the man wanted. "Hungry? "She asked casually, slowly walking over to the edge. She peeked over, then quickly stepped back, eyes closed. Hieghts, Devon growled internally, why does it always have to be heights.