Snippet #1386464

As The red haired woman lead him to a seat, he stood with her for a minute or two. "Your reaction puzzled me, if this is what would purchase a drink, why not do you take it? i have no other use for such items. I'll leave it here." he sat the wad on the edge of the table, then remembered. "Consider it a tip." he had heard the Venders always complaining about tips, and being shorted. Well this creature will not be shorted. He'd remember later on, that when he makes a kill to search for those little green rectangles.speaking of kills. he felt his stomach shiver in the holy man's clothes. he had been waiting for the lady to seat herself. and soon commented on this. "You have not been seated yet miss. might i inquire why? i may not be seated until my guest has gotten comfortable." this was tribe law. a female pack member had higher authority then the males, due to their temperament and size. he narrowed his gaze a bit because he thought he had smelled a familiar, disgusting stench. and as soon as his gaze locked onto Valoelthe hairs on the back of his neck stood, and he felt himself changing. he quenched the change before visible signs of it were called to attention by the Red haired mistress. he sat down, and raised his hands up so that his chin may rest on his knuckles. from then he hadn't taken his gaze from the Angel. his first thought was to walk over and kill her. taking his time in doing so as well. but this strange world held even stranger items. the weapons he had viewed and had dealt with beforehand had taught him a valuable lesson when it came to picking prey. Every man in here could be holding one of the black sound breakers. their burst of white fire, and a thunderous crack in his ear and he'd been holding his bleeding side. No the Angel will die in another setting.

he had waited for the Red haired one to return so that he may ask for a dish. he was thinking about eating the angel so much, that he had grown hungry. soon the shiver in his stomach was an outright cry for attention. She had been gracefully walking to and fro with plates of a foreign making, piled with delicious smelling concoctions. when she came back with his water. he offered her the seat opposite him once more. He'd find out all he could with this new world. and when he found his way home again, he'd have on of the sound breakers. he'd just have to ask the Red where he'd find one.

the life in the dwelling was dwindling. soon to come down to himself, the Angel, the eastern tribesman. a man behind a glass counter spinning bottles in the air, and the waitress. He felt he'd not get his chance to take the Angel's life tonight. but knowing her breed, she'd attach to one creature naive enough to let her within their home. and she'd preach on about what their doing wrong in life. great you have a weakling telling you why you need to shape up. the logic didn't sound right. he preferred relying on himself, and no one else. he could sense Mary has a similar attitude. she'd given her free time to earn her bread. without a mate, and utterly dependent. When a female from his clan would do this she'd be branded unfit for marriage.
He was opposed to this tradition. It let countless worthy woman that could bare young live a life of unfulfillment. the population numbers continuing to drop. He had learned mary's name by the spinning bottle bar man. and when she would come back he'd ask for something that bled when bit into. maybe a raw side of pig, or a steak as big as a breastplate. and bread as long as a sword.