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The boy was dreaming.

The dream was little more than a vague flicker of images; bright skies and vivid fields of wheat rolled through his head, only to be quickly replaced by a large expanse of water, crashing against a stone-metal-wood-
But the fire burned brightest of all. It's deadly orange-red form flickered and rolled, coiling around what looked to be a lighthouse of some sort, before smoothly collapsing back into itself. Flames licked at his fingertips, burned the tip of his toes and singed the edges of his hair.

He never sweat in the dreams. He was always soaking wet. He couldn't see or even feel himself, but he could feel the damp clumps of hair that pressed to his forehead, could feel the simultaneous shiver of cold and the combating burning of the fire. It made him feel like he was boiling, the water sizzling off and drying onto his skin, damp fingers curling into fists at his sides.
In the boy's dreams, his throat always hurt, and his breaths sounded ragged and breathless, like he'd been screaming.

This night, however, the dream was different.

The first thing the boy noticed was the darkness. For miles and miles and miles, the oppressive black stretched on. It was thick and cloying, and a strange sour smell permeated the air. He tried to hold his breath, but that proved useless - no matter how he tried, the smell didn't leave. The boy tried to break through the suffocating darkness, extending his arm out to feel around himself; his hand had barely extended ten inches in front of him when he was met with resistance.The boy frowned and blinked, and then noticed that he was, in fact, laying on his back. The cool metal of whatever he lay on pressed unpleasantly into him, and the boy shifted uneasily. He hadn't thought he'd been laying down before - in fact, he was almost certain he'd been standing.
The thought was brief and absent, but when he tried to take hold of it - to concentrate on why that was wrong - it simply slipped away, avoiding him no matter how hard the boy tried to take hold of it again.

Allowing the limb to fall carelessly beside him, the boy stared blankly into the darkness. The sour smell still hung in the air, and the boy began to feel as though it were sticking to him, sinking through his pores and attaching itself to his flesh. The boy lifted his arm again, and tried to press against the wall-ceiling, but it didn't give, and the darkness remained, a permanent, terrifying fixture. He swallowed, nervous, and allowed his arm to fall once more. He was surprised to note that the action made no noise - not even a muffled thump as his arm hit the floor. The boy turned to investigate, but the darkness was still as thick and endless as it had been before. He paused, and then began to stretch his fingers beyond the hem of his sweater(and he wasn't sure when he'd stopped being naked, when the sweater had come to be, but he the thought was brief and meaningless as it twisted away). He breathed, evenly - in, out, in, out, in a steady rhythm, attempting to stay the rising panic that coiled tightly in the pit of his stomach. The breathing exercises didn't do much, but the tight feeling in his chest eased up ever-so-slightly.

Forcing himself to keep his eyes open, the boy reached both of his arms out. It seemed as though he had more room to move on his sides, but not much - barely a meter, if that. The.... box?.... that he was trapped in seemed to be made of some indiscriminate material. It was cool and hard, like metal, but was jagged and uneven, crumbling even as he retreated.
The boy breathed - in and out, in and out, his mind seemed to echo - but the panic was rising fast. His rib cage tightened again, and his heart gave a start - the thump thump thump of the organ loud and echoing. The darkness seemed to close in on him - and as the boy stretched his arms out, he noted that the space had grown smaller.

He swallowed, throat dry, and attempted to roll a

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→ age: seventeen
→ gender: female
→ breed: lab lyncanthrope
→ sexuality: demiromantic, bisexual

→ hair: Kaya's hair is chaotic mess of curls; very rarely can you find her hair brushed, or even clean, leaving the normally vivaciously red head of hair a dark, coppery color. Most of the time, Kaya will simply have her hair sloppily pulled into a single ponytail.
→ eyes: Luminous, lamp-like and wide, Kaya's eyes are an intense shade of grass-green. They seem to maintain a perpetually watery gleam, and seem to reflect the world around her. Her eyes are framed by long, thick lashes and the dark bags of sleeplessness. → build: Kaya is small, light and lithe, with only the barest hints of muscle mass. Having been deprived of activity since she was young, Kaya has very little to work with, and is by far one of the weakest in the facility. However, she is surprisingly well-adept at running, with her main source of strength concentrated in her legs. While she is, of course, stronger than the average human, she is hardly a match for any of her fellow labs, let alone an original.
→ scars: While Kaya has many scars - ranging from small, cut-like markings to large, winding burns - her most prominent scar stems from the back of her neck and sears painfully to the bridge of her nose. The mark itself is hardly noticeable while she’s a human, since the event of the scarring itself occurred several years ago. As it is, the burn is little more than a slight discoloration of the skin.
→ body modifications: n.a
→ wolf description: Easily comparable to a starving beast, Kaya’s wolf is a rather small and thin creature. Ratty auburn fur hangs limply on its skeletal body; its eyes, wide and feral, gleam a vibrant orange-gold color, with spots of molten green surrounding the pupil in a strange parody of her formal eye color. Her scars still transfer through the shift, as can be seen by the splotches of missing fur around her abdomen. Her burn scar is much more prominent while she is a wolf, glowing a bright red with splotches of white discoloration.

→ strengths: Kaya is not a physically strong individual - her main skills lay in the area of her silver tongue, quick-thinking, and ability to run as fast and far away as possible. She isn’t much for diplomacy, but she’s an excellent liar and storyteller, often using this as a means to get those close to her out of trouble. Kaya is also incredibly durable; having spend the whole of her life in the lab, she has gotten used to the rough treatment and hatred thrown her way. She is often able to find the silver lining and is outwardly optimistic, although not to the point where she has escaped the reality of her situation.
→ weaknesses: More bark than actual bite, Kaya is often shown to be one of the most feral of the pack, often allowing her emotions to take hold and control her actions. While, as mentioned above, she tries her hardest to stay out of physically trying situations, there are moments where it is simply impossible to ignore the temptation of getting into a fight or a brawl. These often, and predictably, come to a close, with her on the losing end of the conflict. While she tries her hardest to stay in the shadows and keep a low profile, her volatile attitude has gotten her in more than a fair share of trouble.
Kaya is also one of the more feral members of her pack; the most unlikely to blend in with other human beings, she can even be found making snarling, wolf-like noises while still human. Additionally, she has an incurable fear of fire, which could easily be turned against her.

→ traits:
-wild
-intelligent
-optimistic
-loyal
-hot-headed
-dorky
-sarcastic
-loud
-liar
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intelligent
Despite her tendencies to be over-emotional and quick to anger, Kaya is a very bright individual, with a love for knowledge and a thirst for information. She’s either the person you’d go to for some interesting but useless bit of trivia, or the person you’d go to in order to find out how to make a molotov with only a limited amount of supplies. While she tends to be loud whenever she speaks, she is easily occupied with a book or some sort of new, interesting device.
shy
As mentioned before, Kaya is a loudmouthed individual, with a penchant for getting into trouble. However, this is only if she is around people she feels close to or hates with a burning passion. If anyone new were to meet her or integrate themselves into the pack, she would become nothing but a stiff, uneasy little ball of quiet tension. She feels most at home with her pack, and it takes a long time before she warms up to any newcomer or new face.
loyal & sarcastic
As a physically weak person, Kaya mostly relies on her sarcasm and quick tongue to defend herself. This is often how she gets into trouble, as she is far more bark than she is actual bite, but the act of sarcasm is a sort of comfort blanket she uses when she is not in the comfort of her pack. Kaya is, in actuality, very dependent on those around her, to the point of being blindly loyal. Despite being well-aware of this fact, Kaya doesn’t really care.
emotional and distrustful
It’s no secret that Kaya is easily one of most hot-headed people she knows - easily riled up and quick to anger, the she-wolf gets into a lot of trouble with her smart mouth and bitter attitude towards people who rub her the wrong way. There are moments where she is genuinely kind and helpful, but they are far and few inbetween. She isn’t incredibly protective, but she has a sort of pride for her fellow wolves. It takes a lot for her to trust anyone outside of the pack, but once she thinks she can, she is easily one of the most loyal people you will know.
prideful & empty
At the end of the day, it all comes down to one simple fact: Kaya hates being in the wrong. There isn’t any particular reason for this other than an intense pride that surprises even her. She doesn’t know when her hatred for being wrong stemmed from, or why it still exists, but the she-wolf has very little else that she can feel sure about. Along with her hate comes the want of not ever being wrong, and thus she has spent her life completely throwing away most of her strong beliefs, feelings or thoughts. This leaves Kaya an almost empty shell, with only two things that are keeping her firmly planted in this world - her pack, and the deep, burning hatred for the government that churns within her.
→ disorders: she has a serious case post-traumatic stress disorder, especially concerning fire.

→ infatuations: n.a
→ turn ons:
-geekiness
-a nice laugh
-a good sense of realism
-all-around cheer.
→ turn offs:
-disloyalty
-(ironically)hot-headedness
-blatant stupidity or ignorance
-self-righteousness.

→ other: Kaya was pretty much raised in the lab, give-or-take a couple of years.

→ what can we call you: you can just call me Bear ^^
→ average post length: a couple of paragraphs, maybe? it depends on my mood and what i have to work off of :)
→ activity & muse: my muse is pretty high - on a scale of 1-10 i’d say it’s like a 7.5. my activity fluctuates, but i’m mostly active in the morning and on the weekends.
→ plot ideas: none at the moment.
→ face claim: karen gillan
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i'll post as soon as possible ^^

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[font=georgia][size=8]there was hardly any noise as the orderlies escorted her down the hall; the white walls gleamed bleakly at her, and kaya searched with an almost frantic fervency for some sort of discoloration. she knew her efforts were useless - even in the event that anything ever made it on the pristine walls, it would be gone the next day, leaving the halls little more than an endless, suffocating white. kaya swallowed a growl, but the guards noticed that she was tense, because one of them shifted and there was a small, but noticeable, uptake in his heartbeat.

kaya reveled in the sound, her lips curling into a small, secret smile as she hunched further into herself. her hair, tangled and dirty, brushed against the nape of her neck uncomfortably. ahead she could hear the sound of three more hearts, thump-thump-thumping in a rhythmic beat, though the sounds were muffled by the door. kaya tilted her head up, just a fraction, and watched silently as the scientist - a pug-nosed woman with dark, smirking lips - unlocked the doors. the woman smiled nastily and gestured for the redhead to enter, and kaya noticed the way the woman's brows rose just so- a clear challenge. the lab bit back a snarl, and her fingers twitched with the urge to attack. calm, she soothed herself. just... stay calm. steadying her breathing into an even in-and-out, kaya bared her teeth in a twisted imitation of a grin, and stalked determinedly into the common room.

immediately, the lab gravitated towards the couches, where she usually lounged throughout the duration of the day. making her way towards her usual haunt, kaya took the chance to assess the three already in the room. the area was thick with a cloying tension, and they all seemed to hold themselves with an almost stand-offish air about them. only the blonde one made any attempt to speak, and the words were very clearly directed at the original. kaya grimaced, and turned towards the only other lab in the room.

she was sure she'd gotten his name before- something that started with an 'a', right? - but the memory was distant, trapped beneath a cascade of others. still, a barely-there memory was better than nothing, and with a brief, self-assuring nod, kaya made herself stand and approach the older male. she tried for a smile, but was doubtful of its outcome - she didn't have much practice in being friendly. "uh." she started brilliantly. she blinked, biting her lip nervously before starting again. "hey, there. it's..." she struggled for the memory of his name, and when she spoke, her voice cracked with the guess, "alistair, right?"

she hoped it was.

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hey there! interested in a bxb zombie apocalypse sorta thing? i don't have any outstanding ideas, but something along those lines would be amazing ^^

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-unintelligible fangirl noise-

i mean but.
right?
he was awesome ^^

and freaking adorable <33

and yes i just saw that someone used dylan
i freaking squealed
and now i'm just sitting here waiting for someone to use thomas brodie-sangster
like.
i dare you.

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[align=left][size=8]Restless. Tired, but too amped up on caffeine and chocolate to do much much else than toss and turn, twist around in a feverish in-between, hot despite the biting 57 degrees outside. Balling the the fabric of his bedspread tightly in his hands, Elijah finally made gave up his fruitless search for rest, despite the heaviness of his bones. The day had been a miserable one - fitting, he thought, for the boring, uneventful day he'd been having. The lack of supernatural activity was almost suspicious, but Elijah brushed it aside for now. As it was, he took it for what it was - an nice vacation to distract himself with.

Still, he reflected as he swung his body over the edge of his bed, hunting sure was better than whatever... this was. 'This' being the third day in a row where he'd done little more than wander around town, occasionally stopping at a shop or two to buy some souvenirs for his little sister's grave. He had yet to visit any of the bars, but it was almost midnight, it was freezing, and it didn't seem he was going to get any sleep tonight, anyway.

So, with a sigh, Elijah pushed himself off of the(probably) moth-ridden bed. The motel he was staying in was cheap but about as crap as they could get. It was mostly covered in carpet, with the exception of the bathroom, which was arguably the cleanest part of his room. It felt grungy under his bare feet, and with a grimace, the hunter quickly gathered what he'd need.

Snatching his wallet and spare throwing knife up from under his pillow, the 21-year-old made quick work of getting ready. It wasn't too hard, especially since he'd already been fully clothed with the exception of his shoes.

The walk to the bar was quick; it was hardly a couple of blocks from his motel room, so Elijah made it with only damp hair and soggy clothes. As he pushed the doors open, the hunter's instincts immediately went into overdrive; his eyes flickered across the room. Briefly, his eyes lingered on the pale, sickly looking man at the bar, and then on the muddy, rain soaked girl that was downing a beer as though it were her only salvation. Raising a single brow in interest, but sparing the two from any further interest, Elijah ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to dry it. He head towards the bar, first heading towards the corner and then - with a cursory glance towards the two people of interests - made a split-second decision. Sliding into the seat next to the tired-looking man, Elijah made a flippant order of tap before offering him a bright grin. "Evening," he greeted amiably, ignoring the fact that it was nearly midnight. [b]"Lovely night, isn't it?"

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ooh, sounds shiny! mind if i jump in here?
i like to think i'm pretty advanced ^^ i'm a little inactive, but only on the weekdays. most weekends and the mornings/evenings i'm fairly active ^^

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i'm mostly into the idea of a romance tight now, though - preferably bxb if that's okay with you? maybe something set up in the future, kinda maze-runner-ish?
i don't really have anything too concrete, sorry ^^''

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i was thinking along the lines of private c:
also, would you mind making the thread? i'm on mobile right now, so it would be a bit hard for me ^^

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oh, that's no problem ^^ i can make it, but i won't be able to until tomorrow c:

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[align=left][size=8]Elijah huffed a laugh at the other man's reply, his lips quirking into an easy grin. Up close, the hunter was able to gain a closer look at the other man, and was soon able to make out a couple of small moles dotting his cheek and neck. His hair was a brown-black color that shifted with the dim light coming from the bar lamp, and the dark circles that pressed into the bottom of his eyes seemed even darker than they had before.
The hunter's stomach shifted uneasily, and an ominous feeling of wrong making itself known. The man's voice cracked, as if he were parched, or was a heavy smoker; however, the man smelled only of cologne(and a little bit of sickness), and a beer sat in front of him innocently. Opening his mouth to reply, or even to offer some sort of worried comment, Elijah was surprised when the other interrupted him, tired eyes trained on the visage of the young, muddy girl from before.

With a weak excuse and an apologetic look, the other man was gone, following the other into the women's bathroom.

Well, that wasn't suspicious at all.

Blinking a little dumbfoundedly, Elijah's stared a bit longer at the place the other man had been just a couple of seconds ago. The hunter grimaced, standing quickly and downing the rest of his beer. He made to give chase, but something stopped him. He didn't quite know what, at first, had caught his attention; a cursory glance around the bar proved to be fruitless, and the man licked his lips a little uneasily.

Furrowing his brows and running a hand through his hair, Elijah tried to push the feeling away and follow after the two who'd entered the bathroom. As if on que, however, the tired stranger made his reappearance, now looking even more haggard than he had moments before.

Elijah frowned, eyes shifting from the bathroom to the man. Something had happened in there, he was sure. And, he added quietly to himself, it definitely had something to do with the muddy woman. So, with a deep breath and a silent I guess that's the end of my vacation, Elijah reclaimed his seat and watched as In Need of Sleep (as Elijah oh-so-helpfully christened him) leaned over the counter. Hiding his suspicions behind an easy grin, Elijah propped his elbow onto the counter and leaned forward. "Was your friend okay?" he asked, careful to keep his voice on a 'politely curious' level.

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Elijah nodded along in amiable agreement, humming along as the man spoke. "Good," he muttered distractedly, eyes shifting towards the bathroom for another minute. The hunter shook his head as if to clear it, and turned his attention back to In Need of Sleep as he spoke up once more. Elijah's polite smile faltered at the man's words, and he sat, frozen for a minute. Then, with another short pause, his smile bloomed into a wide grin.

"Well, I should hope I look a little gay," he teased lightly, fingers tapping an unsteady beat on the counter. "I'm bi," he added, as if to clarify. Which was true- though he tended to keep himself distant from any sort of deep, emotional relationship, Elijah couldn't deny his attraction to both genders.

Pausing to take in the other man's appearance, Elijah allowed himself to admit that, yeah, In Need of Sleep was kind of attractive in a strange sort of way. Hell, maybe if the man didn't look like he was about to croak, the hunter would have began flirting with him earlier. Ah, he allowed himself to silently lament, if only I didn't have a severe case of supernatural paranoia. He wasn't fond of hookups, to be honest, but he was only just a man, after all - a bored, sleep-deprived and very human man. After a moment, Elijah tilted his head to the side, eyes twinkling in a teasing way. "Why? You interested?"

The question was mostly just to keep his mouth busy and to keep the conversation going, until he could drive it to a point where he'd actually learn something. The hunter had gone too long without a case, after all, and this seemed juicy enough to entertain him for a while.

It was then that the girl from before interrupted, her voice smooth and commanding as she neatly slipper her arm around the other man's. Elijah's expression hardly twitched, but his fingers stilled from where they were tapping the counter.
The girl was pretty, with long, brown-blonde hair. Her clothes were dark, and one could almost mistake the mud as nothing more than a part of the outfit. The way she spoke demanded attention, and Elijah almost immediately felt his eyes drawn to her.

"Elijah," he offered amiably, his eyes darkening with curiosity. "And please- the pleasure is all mine." He paused, and his fingers started up their thrumming again. "How're you feeling? Your friend was quite worried."

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also, domino, would it be alright if our characters knew each other from an old hunt or something? just something i thought would be cool lol ]
Elijah chuckled lightly at the other man's words, eyes flickering briefly to meet the other man's. He leaned subtly closer, his voice lowering as he tilted his head in interest. "Really, now?" he asked. "What are some... other words, you could use?" staring a moment more in the other man's eyes, Elijah almost jumped out of his seat as the door of the bar opened and somebody else entered. Shaking his nervousness away, Elijah made himself lean back and take hold of his newest bear. Neatly uncapping the bottle, Elijah gave the briefest of salutes before taking a long drink.

He mentally slapped himself; what was he doing? This wasn't his style- none of this was. His gut told him something was off - about this place, about these people. About the beer, because what the hell? That was basically water.

Watching as Adalene sauntered angrily away, Elijah couldn't suppress the amused smirk that graced his lips. She seemed almost... lost, without direction. Not in a literal sense - it was pretty obvious she was used to the bar from how comfortable she was while in it, and she navigated the dimly-lit place with relative ease.

No, he was speaking of a more... metaphorical sort of lost. Directionless, alone... dark.

His eyes stayed on her form for several more seconds before they shifted back to the tired-looking stranger. The man was, without a doubt, attractive in a sort of sleep-deprived way, with messy locks of hair, pale skin and bruises beneath his sockets. He gave off an air of plaintive indifference, a certain carelessness that puzzled Elijah to no end. He was clearly confident in himself, despite the messy and tired look.

And, Elijah sighed softly to himself, the hunter wasn't sure if he was human or not.

Having lacked in the intelligence department for many years, the dark-haired man was used to relying on his gut feeling and muscle mass to figure everything out for him - and his gut was, currently, screaming at him to get the hell out.

His less than stellar mind (and a bit of his body, he had to admit) was telling him otherwise.

He wanted to stay. Wanted to learn more about both strangers. Be sure that they were completely human before he left them off the hook. Their mystery was almost tantalizing, in a way- and, anyway, it was his duty as a good hunter to stay and make sure they didn't kill anyone.

Adeline's voice interrupted his thoughts, and Elijah's gaze flickered towards the older woman.

Something in her voice sounded.... wrong.

He immediately tensed, hand subtly twitching towards the stowed-away dagger in his boot.

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Elijah watched quietly, his eyes darting from Adeline to the tired stranger and back again. He wasn't stupid, despite the overwhelming evidence that suggested otherwise, and he knew now without a shred of doubt what was going on. This wasn't some silly bar fight - this was something akin to a turf war. Despite only having exchanged a few words, both individuals were staring with a clear challenge in their stances. Elijah barely had a time to lament his poor choice in men, too busy preparing himself for the inevitable fight. His tense muscles twitched, his eyes narrowed, and his fingers reached surreptitiously toward his only weapon on hand.

His grab for the dagger, however, was interrupted by a voice; warm and curious, the question was rather innocent, and for a minute Elijah mistook the newcomer for the bartender. A cursory glance, however, dispelled the idea - the stranger was tall and young, as opposed to the short, hunched-over little man who'd served his drink before. His youthful face suggested he was somewhere between his late teens or early twenties, and his hair was a mop of innocuous brown curls.

Elijah's protective instincts immediately flared, and, with a tense glance towards the two disputing 'friends' - although the hunter doubted they really were - resumed his grab for the projectile weapon.
As if sensing his intentions, however, the man pressed his hand into Elijah's arm, stopping any further motion. While the hold would have usually made him tense even further - or even attack, since he was so high-strung on nerves - it instead caused him to relax, even if it was only a little.
With this came the revelation that his heart had begun thumping unevenly in his chest, and he had begun to sweat.A thin sheen of perspiration dotted his upper lip, and Elijah quickly swiped his tongue across it.

The man spoke once more, and Elijah had to admire the steadiness of his voice. Admire, and suspect; was the man used to this sort of thing? The way he'd casually stepped over to help, how he'd stopped Elijah's wild grab for a weapon - it made the dark-haired man suspect the other. Was he another hunter? The idea, while entirely plausible, was half-baked at best, since the curly-haired man could have simply been an innocent passer-by trying to stop a bar fight.

Adeline spoke up suddenly once more, and Elijah's eyes snapped to hers; immediately, he was tense again and, ignoring the other man's staying hand, grasped the dagger and pulled it from his boot. In the same motion, Elijah was on his feet, eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. Catching her eye, Elijah was loathe to note that the girl was a fox - something he didn't really deal with all that often. Fox, fox, fox... what can you do to kill a fox? he asked himself, almost cursing out loud when he realized he had forgotten. He was able to recognize her species just from a glance - a Japanese Kitsune, it seemed - but the way to kill them seemed to have slipped his mind.

At her comment, he bared his teeth at her in a strange parody of a grin. "Good thing I'm native to Colorado," he snarked back easily.

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Elijah frowned, tightening his hold on his weapon. By the way the other man - Finn? - seemed to edge his way in front of him and attempt to talk the woman down, he was clearly in the know about what the hell was happening.
The hunter was, however, extraordinarily confused.

Though he was clearly attempting to protect Elijah suggested that he, too, was a hunter; however, the even way he spoke, not to get under her skin, but to make her back off... that wasn't very hunter-like at all. It seemed almost as though he were... hesitant to kill her. Hesitant, but prepared.

Elijah didn't like the feeling of not being in the loop - not quite knowing what to do with himself, not really knowing whether Finn was protecting him or planning to kill the hunter himself, and thus telling the other kitsune to back off. Frantically, Elijah pushed the panic of not knowing down.

It didn't matter.

The woman was the current threat - the other man was obviously helping.

At the moment, that was all that he cared about.

Suddenly, Elijah was drawn from his thoughts as the man beside him spoke. The hunter stared for a minute at him, blinking stupidly. Was that... was that a Finding Nemo quote? Right now? In a possibly lethal bar fight? Elijah didn't know if he wanted to laugh or scream, and for a minute, he considered taking the man's temperature.
He settled on giving him a strange look before turning back to the kitsune and the (questionable) man.

Clenching his fists as the argument began to get heated, Elijah grit his teeth with the effort it took not to lunge at the trickster as she spoke, her voice lilting and teasing. As if it were a game. As if the lives of other people didn't matter.
He glared viciously, but otherwise stayed quiet. He didn't know how to kill her, or even if there was a way to kill her, and Finn obviously had it under control for now. He needed to bide his time, possibly get as many people as possible out.

Speaking of...

Taking a cursory glance around the bar, Elijah noticed that the amount of people had already dwindled considerably. There were only a few patrons left, and they were either to inbred to notice what was happening, or passed out. The hunter wasn't sure where the bar tender was, but hoped he had made a clean escape at the sound of a fight.

Blinking as Finn turned to face him briefly, Elijah frowned disapprovingly at the other male. Yeah, right. Tough luck convincing a hunter to run, buddy. Opening his mouth to share this sentiment, the raven-haired man was interrupted by a hand being placed casually on his shoulder.

This time, Elijah turned to glare at the other male.

He had, shockingly enough, remained passive throughout the whole thing, which only encouraged Elijah's theory of a hunter. Or, at least, someone with enough knowledge to be completely calm about it.

Maybe he was another kitsune.

The thought made Elijah uneasy, and suddenly the gentle reassurance of the hand felt like a heavy weight on his shoulder, pinning him there. The human was acutely aware, now, that he was pretty much surrounded. He tensed at the thought, but managed to keep himself calm. After all, both the new stranger and Finn seemed to be on his side, for now.

Breathing in deeply as Azariah spoke, Elijah had to concede to his point. He really didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention, and getting the other man away would be a good idea. After all, even if his unnatural calm was suspicious, he was still innocent until proven guilty.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Elijah chanced one more glance at the arguing duo before nodding. "...right," he gritted out. He paused, took a breath, and nodded. "Right." Readjusting his grip on the dagger, Elijah kept his eyes on the fight. Unconsciously, his arm came up to grip the stranger's elbow.

And then, all the sudden, Adeline just.... stopped.

The sudden change in atmosphere just about gave Elijah whiplash. The sudden apology was even more confusing and strange than the shift and public declaration of hunger. "Um.... what?" he asked intelligently, tilting his head in a blatant show of confusion.

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Elijah stared after the girl in confusion for a couple minutes more, his held tilted in curiosity. The adrenaline had worn off, leaving him tired and even more confused than he had been before. Blinking as his hand was brushed off, the hunter let the limb fall to his side without much protest. His muscles eased, and his grip on the dagger loosened; the threat was gone

Well, the biggest threat, that is.

Glancing innocuously at the other suspicious duo, Elijah noted that the curly-haired stranger was speaking kindly to the other - no doubt asking if he could assist him in any way, since the other male looked like he was about to collapse.
Taking a longer look at Finn, Elijah realized that the fox had begun to cough, splattering blood across the counter and leaving a residue of crimson on his lips. His face was now absolutely ashen, perspiration dotting Finn's face and sliding down the white of his neck. The hunter grimaced in mild sympathy, but otherwise remained unaffected; slowly, the raven-haired man slid the dagger back into his boot, and turned to leave.

After all, the sickly male didn't look like he was going to last long, anyway, and the curly-haired man was too... what was the word? Something along the lines of naive. Either way, with one creature dying and the other (creature? Hunter? Mental ward escapee?) seeming harmless enough, Elijah figured he was no longer needed at the bar.

After all, even if the kitsune had left, she was clearly unstable - the man knew he'd have to hunt her down if he wanted to have a clear conscious. So thinking, Elijah began to walk away, when something made him look over his shoulder. He didn't quite know why, but, staring at the hunched over and sickly form of Finn, Elijah felt his tough exterior break a little.

The man... creature.... it-

Finn had helped him out. Had stood in the way of a violent, psychotic and very hungry Kitsune just so that no one would get hurt. Elijah very much doubted the man was human- no, in fact, if he were being honest with himself, he knew he hadn't been human since the confrontation had begun. If he had to guess, he'd wager that the man was a kitsune as well, given the way the woman had spoken to him.

Elijah sighed. Maybe he was getting soft.

He blamed it on the beer.

Turning back on his heels and facing the duo, Elijah quickly made his way towards Finn. Stone-faced and detached, the hunter stood on the other side of the clearly dying kitsune. The blood splattered on the counter and across the other man's lips hardly fazed the experienced hunter and, with gentle hands he tilted Finn's head to the side to face him. Elijah tsked and turned to address Azariah. "Alright, here's the deal," he started as professionally as he could, given the circumstances, "I don't know who - or what - you are. I don't really care right now. What I do care about is that you are clearly somebody who knows something." Elijah paused, taking a slow and deliberate breath. He gentled his tone as much as he could. "Chances are, this guy's another kitsune. The moron's clearly been starving himself," at this Elijah shot Finn a glare, "and I kinda owe him a solid. So... if there is anything you can tell me - any sort of alternative that doesn't involve the death of various humans (or kittens, I would very much appreciate the forgoing of ritualistic kitten killing, thank you very much) then... then just, tell me." The hunter paused, and then added in a quieter voice, "Please."