Snippet #2568902

Vince

Stupid bitch. Vince growled to himself as he limped back to the woods that surrounded the city. He trotted through it, snapping at every creature that happened across him. When he came to a stream he stopped to wash himself. Vampires were repugnant smelling; he wanted to throw up. He had to admit though, it was the most stimulating fight in a very long time and it proved how strong he was. He preened a little at the knowledge that he defeated, no killed the stupid bitch. Huh! and the supernatural world claims shifters are one of the weakest immortals there is. How foolish of them, they all deserve to die.
After cleaning his wounds, he tracked down a nice den to rest in. Once the stupid creature that once lived inside it was taken care of (Vince would be saving it for later), he made himself comfortable. It would take about two full days to heal, he would be back on the prowl in about a day.

Aleara

The man's accent soothed her (it reminded her a little of when she lived among humans) as much as the calming feeling he was sending her way. It unnerved her a little that he could influence her, but she was never one to judge. If he meant her harm, he would act and Aleara would know never to trust him. For now however, she accepted tha feeling and gave a tight smile before turning to face the scene once again. Shaking her head, she replied lappsing back a little into her own Irish accent, "No. I came across the smell as I was walking." She lifted her head to scent the air but found the odors were too mixed. "The scents are too corrupted though for me to differenciate what the other specie's might be. The older the vampire is, the harder it is to distinguish the vampire's natural scent from its... donor's or in this case the attacker." She itched under her nose, the strange mix of stale, decay, nature, and hormones maded her want to sneeze. She bit her lip as she looked back at the man with a unique scent. "If the attacker is not another vampire, what does this mean for us?"