[Closed] Werewolf encounter

[reckless_fire]

Who: Kenji and Anthony
Where: The Dead District, in the vicinity of the statue.
When: April 16, early evening


Kenji didn't know exactly what it was about the Dead District that attracted him, but since shortly after he and his family had first moved to Locke City, he'd felt almost drawn to the place. For some reason, it seemed...familiar, as if he'd lived there all his life. Even the almost-mugging a few months ago hadn't persuaded him to keep away.

After getting off at the bus stop, he wandered aimlessly for awhile, no real destination in mind. Maybe he'd go check out that statue everyone on the network was talking about. As he walked, he noticed that the streets seemed unusually...empty. A few homeless people were in evidence, but not anywhere near the number he usually saw. Where had everyone gone?

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[scramasax]

Anthony barely registered the sudden boom - very, very close - as a jolt that gave him a flash of clarity, enough to edge in one sharp step back toward the other boy; with his external senses still swimming, pulsing, swirling, he felt the grab to his arm as thoroughly decisive and welcome. He couldn't convey either an agreement or a thanks with more than a shaking gasp that hopefully contained both.

That bark was the final alarm. Wincing, half-remembering the pair of scissors tucked into his coat but deciding better, he stabilized and braced himself to go, half-stumbling, right along with the other.

[reckless_fire]

Seeing the creature lunge forward was more than enough motivation for Kenji to take to his heels--especially now that the other boy seemed to be more or less on his feet as well. Still clutching his companion's arm, he urged/dragged the other boy toward an alley that branched off from the street. Instead of being a dead end, this one cut through to the next block, and with any luck they'd be able to lose their pursuer. Hopefully.

Although he was almost afraid to look, he cast a quick glance back over his shoulder, hoping that he wouldn't see the werewolf...thing...whatever it was, rapidly gaining on them.

[dogpolice]

The urge was there, the desire to chase them down, tear into them for the crime of being where they shouldn't be... but no. Once it was apparent the boys were running, the 'werewolf' growled louder but slowed marginally; with effort he curbed his speed to a rate that would allow them to, even with their clumsy efforts, stay ahead rather than being overtaken.

After all, even with intelligence relegated to a place somewhere below instinct, still he knew the last thing he wanted was to anger those who outranked him. The interlopers would flee successfully - and stay away, if they knew what was good for them... just as long as they didn't attempt to turn back now.