To Walk Fine Lines in the Sand [open]

[Viktor Romanov]

Raban had raised an interesting point, how long would it take before Vik's guards got bored, they were chosen for their fierce loyalty but they were known on occasion to listen to their animalistic nature. The rapid pack was baying for blood and if they had any idea who the human was that was standing beside their Alpha, they would of course had already dealt with the situation, that was the last thing he wanted. Viktor knew how this would play out if the hounds came into play, there would undoubtedly be bloodshed, this cafe would become little more than a rotting pool of blood and death, he would prefer if it could be avoided. Viktor enjoyed the secrecy that he and his kind enjoyed, they could walk the street during daylight without any negative effects unlike the fangs and yet they were just as powerful. No one knew their faces, they could blend into any crowd nothing about them stood out, he didn't want his own face or that of his fellow pack member splashed all over the 12 O'clock news, it would inhibited their ability to go about their business.

"Don't worry about my hounds, they are house trained, they won't move without my say so." His words rung true, they wouldn't move without a word from him, unless they suspected that the situation stopped him from telling them to move, then they would use their own initiative and as well as they had been trained he knew their tendencies. Then as he glanced back to the human, he spoke, asking what the Alpha was doing out of his sewer. Viktor almost smiled, the lack of information was astonishing, this hunter had seemed so well versed in their world and yet that last line showed that the hunters relied as much on folklore as actual information. Whilst they had a base under the ground and it was true that the sewers adjoined it, to suggest that the Alpha was a creature to cower in the shadows was at best naive. Viktor was no stranger to the boardroom, although he had used puppet figure heads from time to time he was always there in some way attempting to control the situation in order to secure his pack's future.

"Aww child, did your parents tell you about the big bad wolves stalking the sewers snatching up children? My presence here is of no concern to you, nor is my reasons. Perhaps you should spend more time watching those that walk your streets, service your cars and even heal your sick. My people are everywhere, they work, they go to school and much more, don't be foolish enough to think your safe." He was done playing nice, it was time to turn up the heat on the so called hunter, human's were no longer on top of the food chain and it was about time that this one started acting like it.

[raban]

Raban knew too well the grave that this Hunter had placed himself in and it was only by the fact that he had the protection of the unwitting public and a certain reserved nature of two stronger Lycans that was stopping this human becoming chow for the dogs lying in wait. It would be curious how Lykaon would worm his way out of what was otherwise a dead end. He did not have to worry so much about Raban, his ways and mannerisms were well known within all circles. Only time Raban would hurt his own kind, Hunters or Vampires was when he was provoked. Viktor on the other hand was governed by other principles and Raban realised well enough it was out of interest to keep the truce going for as long as was possible that was lending a hand to the hunter's survivability.

He smiled slightly as Viktor explained the loyalty of his guards. Where had he heard that tale before, he mused to himself busying himself in the coffee that had been set before him by the waitress. He glanced up, finding her easily in the crowd only she caught his glance and winked at him. He only nodded before retuning his attention to the conversation.

The hunter was fishing and he too found it amusing to see if Viktor would rise to take the bait thrown and the man did not disappoint. Clearly, Viktor was losing patience with this human hunter who had rudely intervened on what Viktor had wanted to talk to him about. Raban could not think what an Alpha would want with an Exile, a Traitor... Favour was never won back so easily an Raban had no desire or interest in taking that path. He was firm in his beliefs, there was no changing that now.

"As much as we adore your company Kid... I think you'd better take his hint," Raban did not want bloodshed where it could be so easily avoided. There was little use in hunting what knew you were there in the first place. Once a Lycan knew they were being tailed, games rose to the extremes. Raban had his fair share of hopefuls for his head to know this. "Aren't you wasting your hunting hours?"

Some Lycans did deserve to die, and the same with Vampires, who did not respect the systems, the need for secrecy or care for the future. If they could not be made to see or see themselves the holes they dug for themselves, perhaps it was better for the future of the race. He couldn't see this meat packet leaving any time soon however. His opportunity was too rich, too ripe to want to leave them to the conversation Viktor had so intentioned.