Welcome to Gaia! ::

*Kamahl didn't stay on the back alleyways for too long because of the dead body that was disposed of earlier. So he made his way towards the sidewalks nearby the main roads of this city. People were giving him strange looks as he passed by them....he didn't know if they were surprised by the way he looked or if it was something else. After walking down the sidewalk for a few minutes he began to notice something that was slightly out of the ordinary. An individual, different from the other mortals, was currently walking on the sidewalks near where Kamahl was walking. He stopped and then leaned up against a nearby wall of one of the buildings adjacent to the road.*

*Logan loved being the silent hunter. She watched the demon from a distance, ready to strike should he so attack her. Logan made sure she was aware of everything going on around her as she watched the demon.

From his emotions she could tell he could feel her eyes, but that did not make her shy away.*

The vampire sihed softly as he slipped into his black trench coat. Pushing the door open to his room open, he made his way down the stairs. He pressed a fifty dollar bill to the counter before he exited the hotel, stepping onto the wet streets. A slight smile curled onto his lips as the rain fell apon him, always enjoying the cooling drops of water. Running a hand through his thick, blue hair, the vampire began walking down the street.

He continued walking, too tired to turn around and tell her he had heard her. He just took another drag of the cigarette, blinking, his hair matted to his head, his clothing actually relatively dry all things considered. He had been under some form of cover or shield from the rain, so it worked to his advantate.

He also noted the presence of the other individuals, one a Vampire, the other seemed to be a Lycan of lesser status.

As Daragio continued his walk down the street, hands in his trench coat pockets, his emotionless, ever appraising eyes set themselves on someone familar. It was the demon he had met the day before. He bowed his head slightly as he approached him. "Greetings," he said softly, no hint of emotion in his voice. He took a good look at the demon. "Not in a good mood, are we?" he guessed.

As the knife went to his throat, he grabbed her wrist and twisted, his other arm rearing back as his body turned to dislocate that elbow from the upper arm. "******** you and the horse you rode in on." he merely stated. "And they are humans with enhancements, and apparently not even 900 pounds of explosive munitions, plus half a tank of gas can kill the bastards because they are just that powerful, regardless of the fact they stood five feet away from the explosion..." he said the explanation more to himself than anyone, his hand still at her knife wielding one.

He shifted his body forward, his hand placing itself firmly on the ground and pushing him after his legs did, turning in the air to face her. He had a flat look on his face, his body standing back up straight. "Yes, they are powerful." he said simply.