[It's the scent of blood that draws Larkspur's immediate attention--blood, adrenaline, and a pounding heartbeat where moments before there hadn't been one, here where he'd been scouting the town's quiet outskirts. He turns inexorably toward that scent, the casual amble he'd been using to patrol turning to something more intent.
More like stalking, more like placing each foot on the grassy verge of the road in a way that won't alert his "quarry". Black instinct demands as much, though when she speaks up in a voice filled with tears he stops dead, and silently hates himself for what he'd been doing.
But he doesn't turn around and leave. She's bleeding and new-arrived, after all.
She's facing away from him, by her voice. He'll be an unpleasant surprise if he doesn't announce his presence...and, probably, if he does. But so it went.
He clears his throat.]
Something out of the world, I think.
How bad are you hurt?
[Light, don't let her be too alarmed when she notices him over there like something that doesn't belong in daylight.]
arrival, exactly what kate probably does NOT want...
More like stalking, more like placing each foot on the grassy verge of the road in a way that won't alert his "quarry". Black instinct demands as much, though when she speaks up in a voice filled with tears he stops dead, and silently hates himself for what he'd been doing.
But he doesn't turn around and leave. She's bleeding and new-arrived, after all.
She's facing away from him, by her voice. He'll be an unpleasant surprise if he doesn't announce his presence...and, probably, if he does. But so it went.
He clears his throat.]
Something out of the world, I think.
How bad are you hurt?
[Light, don't let her be too alarmed when she notices him over there like something that doesn't belong in daylight.]