The business meeting was over. His sole purpose of coming to Rhydin was to meet with prospective investors to his private little war. The meeting had went well, but then, with purebloods, there was no question. There was a hierarchy within their group and they all looked down upon the half breeds as beneath them. So the funding was an easy thing to obtain. Now all Alaric wanted was a glass of wine, a woman to rub his feet and a long soak in a hot bath. All at the same time. Dressed in a black as ebon silk suit with a bright red tie and white dress shirt under it, his highly polished Italian leather wing tipped shoes hardly made even a whisper of a sound as he walked along the cobblestones of the Market. He had to admit, this place held a certain charm. That is, when it wasn't crawling with half breeds.
The white wolf lurked in shadows, watching, remembering all she saw and heard. All she smelt. Pureblood, her nose was telling her, pure and ruthless as many of her kind were. He smelt of years of experience, of a family once close and now torn asunder. Perhaps the change to wolf had been an ill-judged one, for she did not now have the sense of the human to gauge her next move. All she knew was to follow and watch. People were paying good money to learn of this elder's next move, and though it was risky, it was also a job only a wolf could take. So she waited and watched, and followed him through the Market, alert and watchful.
Always, his sense of smell was his leading and most effective tool. And though he detected a great many others, the scent of the white wolf was distinct and pleasant. He knew he was being followed, and he had a good idea as to why. None of this played any effect upon his pleasntly smiling face. He simply continued to walk casually through the Market, as if he hadn't a care in the world. When a dark alley presented itself, Alaric simply disappeared.
Some part of the human remained, just enough to warn the wolf from entering that alley in pursuit. The De Lauriers were known, this one was feared, and there was no telling the danger she might fall into should she follow as he clearly expected her to. Instead, she circled around to the other end of that alley way. Her nose told her he still lurked within. She rolled in the dirt of the street to dull the shine of her coat, and slipped into the shadows, tense, ready for fight or flight, whichever the human mind suggested.
Eyes so white they glowed within the darkness watched as the white wolf turned and walked away. Leaning back against the brick wall, Alaric blew out a soft sigh. Would his enemies ever give up" A hand raked through dark tresses as he continued to watch both ends of the alleyway. Though the coat was dulled, the distinct scent was there. Quickly and quietly he moved down the alley. With a flash of his hand, and a snarl baring white overly sharp teeth, his hand was brought down, intent on grabbing the scruff of her neck. "Who are you and what do you want?"
The human mind was too slow, the wolf too tense to react quickly enough to the sudden attack. She struggled against the grip on her scruff, snapping and snarling as the wolf took over. Front paws rose, claws reaching to rake at his leg as she threw herself about, wanting nothing more than to be released that she might flee.
His grip was released in an instant, as well as the clothes that lay tattered on the alleyway ground. The very large, pure black male wolf snarled in return and snapped his own front paws out in front of himself. He meant to hold her shoulders so he could snag at her scruff with his sharp teeth. It was a show of dominance that Alaric was accustomed to. He snarled and bare fangs shone in the moonlight. Rarely did he miss when attempting, but this time he did.
The white wolf lurked in shadows, watching, remembering all she saw and heard. All she smelt. Pureblood, her nose was telling her, pure and ruthless as many of her kind were. He smelt of years of experience, of a family once close and now torn asunder. Perhaps the change to wolf had been an ill-judged one, for she did not now have the sense of the human to gauge her next move. All she knew was to follow and watch. People were paying good money to learn of this elder's next move, and though it was risky, it was also a job only a wolf could take. So she waited and watched, and followed him through the Market, alert and watchful.
Always, his sense of smell was his leading and most effective tool. And though he detected a great many others, the scent of the white wolf was distinct and pleasant. He knew he was being followed, and he had a good idea as to why. None of this played any effect upon his pleasntly smiling face. He simply continued to walk casually through the Market, as if he hadn't a care in the world. When a dark alley presented itself, Alaric simply disappeared.
Some part of the human remained, just enough to warn the wolf from entering that alley in pursuit. The De Lauriers were known, this one was feared, and there was no telling the danger she might fall into should she follow as he clearly expected her to. Instead, she circled around to the other end of that alley way. Her nose told her he still lurked within. She rolled in the dirt of the street to dull the shine of her coat, and slipped into the shadows, tense, ready for fight or flight, whichever the human mind suggested.
Eyes so white they glowed within the darkness watched as the white wolf turned and walked away. Leaning back against the brick wall, Alaric blew out a soft sigh. Would his enemies ever give up" A hand raked through dark tresses as he continued to watch both ends of the alleyway. Though the coat was dulled, the distinct scent was there. Quickly and quietly he moved down the alley. With a flash of his hand, and a snarl baring white overly sharp teeth, his hand was brought down, intent on grabbing the scruff of her neck. "Who are you and what do you want?"
The human mind was too slow, the wolf too tense to react quickly enough to the sudden attack. She struggled against the grip on her scruff, snapping and snarling as the wolf took over. Front paws rose, claws reaching to rake at his leg as she threw herself about, wanting nothing more than to be released that she might flee.
His grip was released in an instant, as well as the clothes that lay tattered on the alleyway ground. The very large, pure black male wolf snarled in return and snapped his own front paws out in front of himself. He meant to hold her shoulders so he could snag at her scruff with his sharp teeth. It was a show of dominance that Alaric was accustomed to. He snarled and bare fangs shone in the moonlight. Rarely did he miss when attempting, but this time he did.