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Started May 14, 2018 by @quietquirks

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Cyrus thought he heard the sound of a struggle nearby. He hissed in pain as he got up. His ankle throbbed with pain. What did the Wendigo do, jump off a building or something? It felt sprained. He snatched up his jacket that was a few meters away and shrugged it on to cover the blood stained shirt he was wearing. The smell of blood reached his nose. It wasn’t from the man that he had killed when shifted, someone else. He ran in the direction of it, using a bit of his inhuman speed to get there quicker. He arrived in an alleyway, stopping to sniff at the air. The body was there somewhere but he doubted he’d be able to see it. It would be too still.

Tony stands, feeling much stronger and exits his home to properly dispose of the body. He walks down the streets, following his senses. The taste of blood was still on his tongue, and he shivered. His slit like pupils glance around before entering the alley where he had killed and drunken the blood of the female. The thought sickened him still. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he tries to remember where he hid the body. Ah, right. Over there, behind a brick wall. He walks to the wall, trying to find the pressure point. The wall swings open after a moment to reveal the paled body of the female. He sighs sadly.

Cyrus was standing in a shadowed corner when he saw a figure approach. His crimson eyes narrowed as he shifted closer to a wall. He watched the man reveal the hiding space. A woman’s body. That’s what he was smelling. It made him feel sick again, and a shudder ran through his body. But he stayed completely silent as he watched. He listened for the man’s heartbeat, but for some reason couldn’t find it. There was a glowing white around the man, something that his vision gave living things so he could locate them better. He squinted at the white as it flickered in and out of his vision, the man vanishing from sight when he stayed still.

Tony kneels placing a hand on the woman's forehead. "Rest…" he mutters before standing again. He carefully lifts her bridal style, before glancing around. His fangs could be seen, glinting in the light. He sighs and runs. Luckily the cemetery was close by. Holding his hand out, his focuses, making a large chunk hover in the air. He carefully buries her, staring at the grave for a moment before glancing around. The sun was starting to come out, but he wasn't fazed. The sun to him only stung a small bit, and he wore clothes that covered most of his skin.

Cyrus had followed the man at a decent pace, crouching behind a taller tombstone so it was more difficult to see him. That man had fangs, and he didn’t have a heartbeat. What could he be? Definetly not human. For protection, just in case, his claws slid out from under his nails with a sickening crack. He grimaced. Maybe it was just him having sensitive hearing, but the cracks sounded loud. He still stayed quiet as he listened, not looking out from behind the headstone.

Tony tenses, hearing a noise. He turns around, his eyes scanning the area. "Is someone there?" He calls, his fangs glinting. "Who's there?" He could smell blood. It was faint, yes. But he could smell it. His sky blue eyes glance around nervously, his fists curling.

Cyrus didn’t respond at first. He didn’t think that he should speak. Yes, he was inhuman too, but that didn’t mean he was friendly. His jaw clenched as he decided to show himself. The claws slid back into his fingers with a crack, normal nails going back into place. He stood now, going to his full, towering height. “What are you?” He asked as he stared the man down.

Tony starts when the person reveals themselves. He smelled different from the rest, looked different too. He growls in the back of his throat, his eyes darting around the graveyard. "My name is Tony." He says, glaring at the other. An inhuman… by the looks of him. "As for what I am, that is none of your business."

“I think it is if you’re killing people,” Cyrus said, an animal like hiss in his tone. “Why’d you kill that woman?” He questioned, eyes narrowing slightly. He was generally friendly, but he was in a terrible mood.

Tony starts and looks down, sighing softly, "I'm a vampire, okay?! It's not like I wanted to kill her!" He mutters. He rubs his temples, shaking his head. He bites his lip, a little of his own dark blood dripping from it. He didn't notice, he was to scared, to concerned about what might happen. He looks towards the male, "You smell different than a normal human. You're covered in what I assume is blood, so what exactly are you?" he asks, raising a brow.

(Is it an issue that I'm starting to ship these guys and we barely started?)

//nope

Okay good))

Aiya watched the two from behind a gravestone, her pupils narrowing to slits. She fit comfortably behind the large stone, and she sat in complete silence. She used a simple concealment spell to turn gray, blending in to the stones. If she was spotted, she could simply imitate one of the stones. She wrapped her tail around her small body, peering out from behind the grave. Her blue eyes stood out quite a bit, so she kept them as narrow as she could whilst still being able to see.

Tony was obviously aggravated. He was skittish, nervous and the man in front of him looked like he could easily take Tony out, of course, Tony had a few tricks up his sleeve, but he was cautious. He had no idea who this was, but he couldn't let the secret of him being a vampire leave someone else's lips. It would destroy him. People would probably hunt him, hurt him, something… and Tony was not willing to be tortured again. He had scars on his back to prove what humans had done to him before.

(Lmao)

A vampire? Those were ancient monsters, around as ancient as Wedigos. He folded his arms across his chest as he considered what he should say. Should he deny it? He decided on just saying it. He was drenched in blood anyways. “I’m a Wendigo.”

Tony takes the male in. "A wendigo… they're almost as old as vampires, and rare." he places a paled hand to his chin as his sapphire blue eyes inspect the male. "I told you my name. What's yours?" He asks curiously, brushing some blonde hair from his face.

Cyrus nodded slowly at the ‘old’ comment. It was funny, he had just thought the exact same thing. Tony slipped out of his vision, but appeared again at the movement of moving his hair away. “I’m Cyrus,” he said, arms folding loosely across his chest.

"Cyrus. An intriguing name." Tony says, looking at him curiously. He seemed a little defensive, unsure about the Windigo. He had never really seen, nor met any but he knew the legends, and honestly he was a little curious.

Cyrus gave a loose shrug. “It’s an older name. I’ve been around for a long time, never met a Tony before,” he said, glancing Tony over. He didn’t know how to think about this vampire. He had heard of vampires, but never met one.

Aiya crawled onto the top of the gravestone, perking her ears. She dug her claws into the stone so she wouldn't slip. These people were intriguing to her, but she was mostly here to make sure they wouldn't attack each other. She was pretty against killing, and only hunted if absolutely necessary. She generally just ate berries and such, and eggs if she could get them.

"Technically it's Anthony, British pronunciation, et cetera. Anyways. Why were you following me?" he asks, raising a brow at the other male.

Her bright blue eyes bore into their backs, her pupils dilating as she made them slimmer and slimmer. They had a tendency to glow, although this effect was generally minor unless she chose for them to light up. Her tail flicked the stone, sending a piece flying into another tombstone and making a decent amount of noise.

Jasmine zipped into the cafe and pulled on an apron. She walked to the back to clock in.

//I would jump in but I’m in class and we’re about to start a dissection, sry