Snippet #2540948

Klaus waited looking back behind him to make sure the people haven't walked in. So far they where fighting outside. But the sound of crumbling caught his attention. A curious looking washed over his face as he watched the wall pretty much disappear. It made him wonder why people here would have something that fancy. It was known to only be mostly wealthy people who owned them. Yet, there was something fishy about it all and a very odd smell.

The smell came from Jalen and the air about him, including the wall that was now gone. The smell wasn't bad, but it didn't smell all that great either. He couldn't help but shift his shoulders while rolling his head a little. The smell had a slight tingle feeling to it, like a feather running up and down your skin. It was then that he knew, there was something up with this whole wall get up. Though, until he is sure, he wont say or do anything.

The feeling of it all had it's own toll on Klaus. It started to make him feel a little twisted inside, like a trigger being turned on. The feels that he ha's been having here and there, have always felt in a way for him,...good. It was like a sensation, like a piece of him was missing and trying to edge it's way up inside him. He started to get the feeling of not wanting to leave at all.

Following along side Jalen, he noticed the smell of blood. Glancing over at Jalen, he could help himself. "You must really enjoy being leathered in blood. It has become a new scent for you." Klaus hummed slightly by the smell as if to say, not bad. "It is actually a very tangy yet sweet smell."

“I’m sure girlfriend number two is around here somewhere so feel free to ditch on me, go ahead.” Jalen nonchalantly offered, lowering himself by a tree and rummaging through his stash. “Ah… dinner time, or breakfast, no let’s go with dinner, sounds like a more substantial meal.”

"Hm." He decided to stay, not because he enjoyed Jalen, but because he wasn't in the mood to talk to the girls right now or hear them bicker about what next to do. Klaus was more of a go wit the flow or his own plans type, not so much hearing about the others wanting to do this and that or that and this.

Being lost in his own thoughts when Jalen mentioned a scream, he had missed it. "I am sure knowing them, they could handle it. It's obvious to me that Diana and Arya, don't need my help-.'

He paused for a moment thinking to himself, that maybe leaving them to defeat their own battles would show them that they do need the boys and that Klaus wasn't going to risk his life for ungrateful people. In all honesty he wasn't even thanked or was appreciated. He cracked a slight laugh and leaned against a tree.

"You could help if you like. Last I checked, they didn't need us so much, so let's let them grovel in their own dismay." As he said it, the tents of gold that were in his eyes had become a bit thicker and easier to see. Not fully covering his true eye color, but starting to make it's way. The cut he had on his hand, his true skin that hid under his human skin started to throb, balling his fist up he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head against the tree, looking up at the sky, or what little of it that you could see through the cracks of the tree branches and leaves.