Maybe it was better to book an apartment on the highest floor. It would've been a lot easier to catch any victims who managed to escape him. It would've been cruelly amusing for Jason to watch them run stair after stair after stair. Only to end up back in his arms and on his dinner table.
Ravenscry smirked viciously at the disturbing thought. A malicious yet seductively sexy smile erupted upon his blemishless veneer. The type you'd see from a man who was just so effortlessly charming. Oozing charisma. Someone who you shouldn't be smitten by. But can't help but be. Sharp jawline and beautiful baby blues.
Running a hand through the tufts of his charcoal hair that was neatly styled and pulled back behind his ears. Dragging gently his burdensome suitcase that had his brown suit packed neatly between the handle. His every movement was slow, large and powerful. Like a predator. Like a panther.
Packed on his back and revealing slightly from behind his wide, broad shoulders was a dark guitar case. He had a white polo shirt, that had a top few buttons undone, teasing the line between his muscular chest. His sleeves were done up, revealing his forearms that were as veiny as a map. Jason was tall. Very tall. And looking even bigger due to his physique.
He whistled a hauntingly beautiful tone that was briefly interrupted with the jingling of keys and the woosh of a door opening.
"What a disappointment..." He sighed loudly to himself "It appears some renovations are in order.." adding in a deep and British accent. He wasn't completely wrong. Rust had crept in from the railings in the room and the wall paint was slightly faded. Only good thing about the condo was the bedroom. It had a lot more space then Jason thought there would be.
He let his instrument rest by the door, which he left ajar for any visitors to walk by and slumped his suitcase against the wall. Meandering slowly to the railings, he scrunched his face in disgust at the room. It wasn't horrible but compared to the opulence he was used to, it was shit.
What was even more beautiful than advertised was the beach. Jason slid the curtains open to reveal the crown jewel of sunset beach condos. His face shifted to the same devious smile as he took in the picturesque view. He smiled even more when he saw a particularly attractive woman in a bikini walk by.
"I'm going to enjoy this place.." He chucked to himself as he retreated back to the room and began sizing up an area at the corner. Intending to place a piano there.
Jason's nose sniffed. It was telling him that there were quite a lot of humans present in the building and in the area.
But the person next door, who he was confident was present, had no scent coming from them.
In fact, he noticed this with quite a lot of rooms. With quite a lot of people.
Jason wasn't the only supernatural creature in Sunset. Definitely the strongest. But not the only one.
Ravenscry smirked viciously at the disturbing thought. A malicious yet seductively sexy smile erupted upon his blemishless veneer. The type you'd see from a man who was just so effortlessly charming. Oozing charisma. Someone who you shouldn't be smitten by. But can't help but be. Sharp jawline and beautiful baby blues.
Running a hand through the tufts of his charcoal hair that was neatly styled and pulled back behind his ears. Dragging gently his burdensome suitcase that had his brown suit packed neatly between the handle. His every movement was slow, large and powerful. Like a predator. Like a panther.
Packed on his back and revealing slightly from behind his wide, broad shoulders was a dark guitar case. He had a white polo shirt, that had a top few buttons undone, teasing the line between his muscular chest. His sleeves were done up, revealing his forearms that were as veiny as a map. Jason was tall. Very tall. And looking even bigger due to his physique.
He whistled a hauntingly beautiful tone that was briefly interrupted with the jingling of keys and the woosh of a door opening.
"What a disappointment..." He sighed loudly to himself "It appears some renovations are in order.." adding in a deep and British accent. He wasn't completely wrong. Rust had crept in from the railings in the room and the wall paint was slightly faded. Only good thing about the condo was the bedroom. It had a lot more space then Jason thought there would be.
He let his instrument rest by the door, which he left ajar for any visitors to walk by and slumped his suitcase against the wall. Meandering slowly to the railings, he scrunched his face in disgust at the room. It wasn't horrible but compared to the opulence he was used to, it was shit.
What was even more beautiful than advertised was the beach. Jason slid the curtains open to reveal the crown jewel of sunset beach condos. His face shifted to the same devious smile as he took in the picturesque view. He smiled even more when he saw a particularly attractive woman in a bikini walk by.
"I'm going to enjoy this place.." He chucked to himself as he retreated back to the room and began sizing up an area at the corner. Intending to place a piano there.
Jason's nose sniffed. It was telling him that there were quite a lot of humans present in the building and in the area.
But the person next door, who he was confident was present, had no scent coming from them.
In fact, he noticed this with quite a lot of rooms. With quite a lot of people.
Jason wasn't the only supernatural creature in Sunset. Definitely the strongest. But not the only one.
At first, the space around the 102 apartment was filled with absence of any specific scent and sound. Just the chatter of people from outside and the human flavors rolled in the air like a cigarette smoke. Ever present, yet ever fleeting.
That is when the faint scent began to fill the space in the air as the clicking of heels echoed through the hallway. A smell that grew stronger with confident, feline step.
A scent that resembled the non-existent autumn leaves, lingering scent of nicotine and the faint aroma of flesh and blood. A fellow cannibalistic being.
Karina had been walking past the apartment 102 when she caught the scent of heaviness and murky darkness, one that she was fairly familiar with. She had been no stranger to these ancient creatures that masqueraded as humans. She might've been young, but the soul and the power she carried with herself predated human civilizations and was the stuff that people made folklore stories about. Her darkness was not filled with darkness and rot, but instead an alluring scent of nostalgia, of deceptive peace one would feel when they're in a forest on a lovely October day. Karina was a Vila. A faerie that targeted specifically men to devour their flesh and blood, and haunt the towns with beautiful, siren-like voice.
Karina was nothing, if not a curious cat. She had an entire day of responsibility and spying on persons of interest, hunting her next target for a meal or for the next big heist.
But her curiosity was caught by the whistling tune from her neighbor that just moved in recently. The door was ajar and Karina opened it further, taking it as a sign to let herself in. But she did not walk in, instead, she simply leaned against the doorway, cigarette between the blood red manicured fingers as she brought them to her plush red lips as she observed the large-framed man who was looking over the place from his window as if he owned a place.
"You smell of inferno and death... I can recognize the scent anywhere." Russian accent was as thick as her presence. She wore a satin red dress, expensive as her feminine frame would be, deceptive and beautiful. Graceful like a feline as she narrowed her blue eyes at him.
That is when the faint scent began to fill the space in the air as the clicking of heels echoed through the hallway. A smell that grew stronger with confident, feline step.
A scent that resembled the non-existent autumn leaves, lingering scent of nicotine and the faint aroma of flesh and blood. A fellow cannibalistic being.
Karina had been walking past the apartment 102 when she caught the scent of heaviness and murky darkness, one that she was fairly familiar with. She had been no stranger to these ancient creatures that masqueraded as humans. She might've been young, but the soul and the power she carried with herself predated human civilizations and was the stuff that people made folklore stories about. Her darkness was not filled with darkness and rot, but instead an alluring scent of nostalgia, of deceptive peace one would feel when they're in a forest on a lovely October day. Karina was a Vila. A faerie that targeted specifically men to devour their flesh and blood, and haunt the towns with beautiful, siren-like voice.
Karina was nothing, if not a curious cat. She had an entire day of responsibility and spying on persons of interest, hunting her next target for a meal or for the next big heist.
But her curiosity was caught by the whistling tune from her neighbor that just moved in recently. The door was ajar and Karina opened it further, taking it as a sign to let herself in. But she did not walk in, instead, she simply leaned against the doorway, cigarette between the blood red manicured fingers as she brought them to her plush red lips as she observed the large-framed man who was looking over the place from his window as if he owned a place.
"You smell of inferno and death... I can recognize the scent anywhere." Russian accent was as thick as her presence. She wore a satin red dress, expensive as her feminine frame would be, deceptive and beautiful. Graceful like a feline as she narrowed her blue eyes at him.
Moderators: TheCaffeineQueen Eros_Calls