[ Crouched low in the dark, behind the girls, he watched them. A predator who knew how use the sounds its prey made to mask his own slow and steady movements. He savored their subtle fear and apprehension, palpable to him. No, not of both of them. Of the redhead. The brunette, the hunter, was much calmer. Alert. Protective. But not afraid. But she would be, soon enough. He'd see to that. Soon, the room would be saturated in the intoxicating scent of their fear.
Or so he thought.
He heard Allison's whisper to Lydia, without issue. She was correct in assuming he didn't know the entire truth of it. His assumption was that it was a signal. Whether to someone specific or someone in general, he didn't know. Either way, he had no intent of letting that happen.
With Lydia's whispered "One." he rose to his feet. Using Allison's own footsteps as she cautioned forward to move behind Lydia. And unless the hunter did something, unless either of them noticed, Lydia would found a hand clamped over her mouth. His reflexes slow and dulled compared to what he'd been accustomed to, but certainly faster than the average human. His hand was all burned skin and wicked claws. And at the same time, lips against her ear, making small sounds as if trying to soothe a panicked animal. ]
((ooc: I'm assuming they're both fully in the room, now? Also, you're 100% welcome to disrupt that last bit if need be. Or I can rewrite.))
[Spam - Allison | Lydia | Jerry]
Or so he thought.
He heard Allison's whisper to Lydia, without issue. She was correct in assuming he didn't know the entire truth of it. His assumption was that it was a signal. Whether to someone specific or someone in general, he didn't know. Either way, he had no intent of letting that happen.
With Lydia's whispered "One." he rose to his feet. Using Allison's own footsteps as she cautioned forward to move behind Lydia. And unless the hunter did something, unless either of them noticed, Lydia would found a hand clamped over her mouth. His reflexes slow and dulled compared to what he'd been accustomed to, but certainly faster than the average human. His hand was all burned skin and wicked claws. And at the same time, lips against her ear, making small sounds as if trying to soothe a panicked animal. ]
((ooc: I'm assuming they're both fully in the room, now? Also, you're 100% welcome to disrupt that last bit if need be. Or I can rewrite.))