Name: Duraal Mahfaeraak
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Cursed Human
Occupation: Detective
Tagged: William
"Not a Warning, Not a Question, a Bullet"
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~Duraal~
My right hand gently rose to my head, running it back over my hair and down the long tightly woven hair. My odd silvery eyes looking around at how empty the streets had become in the short time period. My ears trained upon the younger lad as I listen to his words. 'I had forgotten how much he speaks.' The words crossed my mind as my attention wondered back to him as he finished his little story. I shrugged to him as I looked around once more. I cared not weather he was out here, it was his choice and not one. The Captain may get a little peeved about this entire situation but I did not mind. "I am always out patrolling at night William, it is what I am mostly assigned too after all." I said to him as I turned to look about, my sharp eyes noticing some odd things here and there.
I stood there for a moment before looking back at him and sighing once more. "What you say seems right. Most likely the person is a Male because of who is targeted. He is probably strong because of how the victims are held and how they are unable to scream or call for help. And they must be quick to get them victims in the first place. My best guess would be a middle age man that is a sturdy build. Someone that probably looks presentable since these victims would never let a slum approach them." With that I turned once more to look around before looking at him. I had figured it long ago it was a Vampire, one that appeared to be middle age and probably a looker. The victims that are chosen are young females between the ages of 18-26. They are slightly more of the upper class. The Victims are always found in the morning, not far from the main street. They seemed to be have been gagged, most likely by the hand, as so they could not scream. They are also often forced up against a wall or something and held there.
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Name: Loki Kiing
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Species: Werewolf
Occupation: Street Rat
Tagged: Valerie
"Better to not know which moment may be your
last alive to be mystery of it all."
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~Loki~
Crunch, ah that sound was so satisfying as my large canine teeth crunched down upon the bone of some unknown creature. I had not really cared what bone I had picked up the night before, only the fact that it was some type of bone. Large black paws holding the end of the bone, while the other end was up in the air with my jaw locked over it. Through the crunching of the bone, the faint sound of a voice echoed up to me from down below. It seemed that Val had returned from her little stroll. I quickly moved the bone away and pushed aside the bone chunks so that the feline women would not see the mess I had been making, she was not a fan of how I favored chewing upon them.
Satisfied with my hiding job, I quickly shifted back to my human form. The large black dog morphed into a rather ratty looking young male. I ran off to the stairs where I jumped onto them sliding down the railing and to the floor below. "You know how much I hate water." I said to her as I came be-lining into the kitchen. Yes I know it was funny that as a dog I did not favor water, but I really did not. I hated baths and anything dealing with getting clean.
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