Knock, Knock, the Beast is at your door [Alan]

[zombiekitty]

Clink, clink, clink.

With every move he made the metal on his boots clinked. A soft thudding sounded as large booted feet hit the pavement. Harsh, cold golden amber eyes stared forward as he moved. People moved out of his way as he walked. He had a lethal aura that surrounded him. One that said he was dangerous and untamed. It was a sort of 'fuck off' type of aura. The kind that said if you stuck around you might get hurt. Yeah, he wasn't your friendly wolf next door. He was more likely to maul your face off before he'd be friendly to you. He might have been good looking to some, and he was, in a James Dean meets Johnny Cash, meets Sid Vicious with the personality of a badger. Mean little buggers they were. The man was as cuddly as...well a wolf. You ever try to hug a wolf? Yeah, not a good idea. Szadist was just as unpredictable as a wild wolf. You might think you could approach him and he might let you, but you'd never know when he'd snap. You had to be real careful with him.

He raised his left hand to run the silver claw capped fingers through his mowhawk. He was hunting. Only one thing on his mind at present. Finding the Ulfric. Why pack for a wolf who had never been a part of an actual pack? Because he needed something. Somethign to keep his mind of things. What kind of things? Flesh, blood, screams, pain. Those kinds of things. He was trying to stay off the radar. Attempting to be good. It was hard though when every person he passed he wanted it. That dark mind of his worked so much more different than anyone elses. He saw those he passed covered in blood, covered in the cuts he could give them from the sharppened silver claws and Winchester knife that was holstered on his hip. Pink tongue flicked out to lick his lips. NO. He had a mission. He was tracking. He was working. He had to keep telling himself that. He needed something to do. Needed something to.... make him behave. What better way than joining a pack?

Someone he could be loyal to. Someone who would let him take care of their enimies and those that wronged them. Kissable but firm lips pulled up just slightly at the thought. It wasn't really a smile for the wolf never smiled. The scars at both corners of his lips did that for him. A mother dragged her child away from him as he moved down the sidewalk. A laugh escaped at the sight. Pathetic sheep. Always afraid of that which they didn't understand. The ankle length leather trench whispered as he walked. The earring in his left ear glinted as it dangled. A sword with a skull and crossbones at the hilt. Finally after much walking the scent of wolf caressed his senses. He closed his eyes a moment breathing it in. He moved in that direction and spotted the culprit from across the street. Lunatic Cafe. A twisted laugh escaped his lips. Oh wasn't that just the perfect name?

He moved across the street without even checking to make sure he was good. Horns blared and a large hand raised to flip the bird as he stepped onto the sidewalk. He entered the cafe and scanned the expanse while walking to the bar. If the Ulfric could be found he was assuming it would be here. Wolf was strong in this place. The bartender moved over to him and asked him what it would be. "Wild Turkey." He said in that deep dark voice, an almost haunting sound it was. The type to chill the bones. There was a growl laced through it, something that was always there. A partially shifted voice box was the cause of the growl and result from too much time in wolf form. The dark and almost haunting quality to his voice, well, that was all Szadist.

tagged?!: The Ulfric
words?!: 676
outfit?!: Gothic boots, Ankle length leather trench, black shirt, black pants
notes?!: He's feeling a little... extra Sza today lmao
music?!: 'eyes on fire' by 'blue foundation'
inspiration?!: "Nightmare" - Avenged Sevenfold
credit?!: CLAIRE7@CAUTION TWO POINT OH!

[Alan Blythe]

Who's coming with me, to kick a hole in the sky?

We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out.

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"Rowan, you couldn't possibly thinking about such a thing, now can you? Just make sure she's taking her meds and getting her to bed on time. I don't care about the damn music. You're the one living at a Dance Club. Expect it to be loud." Alan snarled as he closed the phone, ending the conversation with his wife. Well considering she was suppose to be dead, what would you call your ex-spouse if she ran out and everyone thought she was dead and he remarried? He couldn't think of it, nor did he seem to care as he went back to look at the wolves sitting around him in the booth.

Rowan was such a pain in the ass. He should have killed her while he had the chance, before she left Toronto. Then he wouldn't have to be dealing with a woman who couldn't possibly know what was going on with their child to know the damages, Jezebel had suffered from that stupid hunter. Alan had been distracted the whole night, thanks to Rowan's constant phone calls, but it didn't seem to help when he watched a newcomer walk through the doors of the cafe. This was definitely not someone from his pack, nor was it someone who asked for permission to enter the territory. He stood up from the booth, waving at the wolves to stay put.

"Sally, don't fill this man's order." Alan's voice was stern as he spoke. He looked the man up and down trying to get a feel of what this rogue was. Definitely someone who could cause him trouble if this situation wasn't handled properly. By now the entire cafe was staring at the two. It was the power that rolled off of Alan to tell the other wolves and animals to stay put until he handled the rogue. It was quite something to feel the power from Alan, because he was quite good at playing Human more than once, especially as his job as a cop.

"Who are you and what are you doing in the territory of the Lune de Sang clan?" his voice turned to a growl. Alan could definitely stand his ground. Don't him wrong, he didn't like he worked out much, he filled out well, but the muscles weren't over bulging in his shirts, but he could stand his ground well enough to throw a few submissive wolves out of his way if he was heading after one who defied him. And particularly this wolf was not going to get past him tonight. He wanted to know this wolf's business and why he was entering the neutral ground of the shifters.

STARRING: Szadist | WORDS: 440 | LOCATION: Lunatic Cafe | OUTFIT: Here | NOTES: |

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[zombiekitty]

Silence. Absolute silence

But for that wet cracking sound that bones made when you cracked your knuckles or in this case, a neck popping. The words replayed over and over in his head. Sally, don't fill this man's order. The fuck?? His head slowly turned around to regard the shorter man. The scent flowed to Szadist's nose and a dark brow rose. So this was what he had been looking for. The man himself? Or a flunky? The flare of power that caused his wolf to want to submit answered that internal question for him. The Ulfric himself. Well goody. He almost wanted to ask what he owed this honor. The last time he was in another territory and thinking about staying, a flunky was sent to him. Some, what did they call it? Bolverk. That was it. Supposed to be the Lukoi's boogieman. He'd laughed. That fool wouldn't have scared a soul. When Szadist was done with him, he was cowering and crying like a baby on the front porch of the Ulfrics house where Szadist had left him bloodied, beaten and forever emotionally scarred with a note that said he was leaving town.

Harsh cold amber eyes took the smaller man in inch by inch. There was something about this wolf that Szadist could respect. A dark part of him that only one like himself could sense just under the surface. That dark part of the Ulfric reached out to Szadist and almost seemed to caress him. While he would have loved to rip his throat out for refusing his drink he played the game. Lune de Sang was completely lost on him. He had no idea what the hell that meant but whatever. He didn't have to focus on the man's words as he usually had, he'd heard them a million times by others. Szadist was blunt and skipped right to the point. "I was looking for the Ulfric." Another look over the man and there was the faintest upturn at each corner of his lips. He never smiled, that 'twisted smile' forever etched into his skin did it for him. "Seems I found what I was looking for."

Well he could definitely respect this man that was for sure. Wolf eyes were lowered and neck was bared. "I only want to speak about joining." Wolf eyes flashed with some kind of dark hidden promise. As if to whisper 'You need me, admit it'. But the words weren't said. They were only whispered in those cold harsh eyes. He was more wolf then man and hence, more straight forward than others. He didn't believe in beating around the bush. He also hated that humans had this cowardice that made them strike at another's back, what kind of shit was that? Animals didn't do that and Szadist was very much animal. While he would have like to announce himself instead of just waltzing into this wolf's territory he really didn't know how. He was still trying to figure out that useless piece of technology in his pocket. Sides, he wouldn't have known how to contact him if he knew how to use it anyways. A public place was as good as any.

"I smelled wolf, figured I'd find you here." He shrugged. Best way to track someone right? It made sense to him. But why did the short man seem so on edge? Sza was only here to find him. That was a good thing wasn't it? Wasn't like he was slaughtering humans and eating babies in this wolf's territory. He could have done what he would have as a wolf and howl his approach, but humans generally freaked out about that. Didn't help that his was as haunting a sound as the voice he spoke with.

tagged?!: The Ulfric
words?!: 629
outfit?!: Gothic boots, Ankle length leather trench, black shirt, black pants
notes?!: Such arrogence .... wolf boy might get in trouble, then again, Alan might like it.. could go either way lmao
music?!: 'eyes on fire' by 'blue foundation'
inspiration?!: Sound of Madness - Shinedown
credit?!: CLAIRE7@CAUTION TWO POINT OH!