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"Yeah..." Bjorn said nodding as he kept walking "It's probably my favorite thing to do. Sometimes I want some alone time though. I like to take all my anger out on instruments instead of people. It just makes the world more peaceful"

*Even in his frenzy, Kamahl seemed to have stuck to the tops of buildings and to the trees in the city. He landed hard on the ground on his hands and knees. The change was inevitable...there was no stopping it. It seemed that the pain went away during the change, he felt numb to it all. And a few seconds later, he started to make his way around the park on all fours....his werewolf form. His eyes scanned the area, he sniffed the air about him, and listened to the wind and distant scuffling of feet. He slowly made his way towards the sound of feet. The hunger controlled him now and not much could stop him now. While crouching behind some bushes, he sees a hobo walk by while pushing his grocery cart. Kamahl waited and then pounced on the unsuspecting man. His attack was merciless, brutal, and quick. Kamahl dragged him into the darkness and fed, not caring who saw him here. After he finished, he dashed out of the park and towards the darkness of the backstreets of New York.*

*walks in to the park* hay any one looking for a good fight

Rowaneath entered the park hands in the pockets of her black cargo pants and her black hooded jacket was loose so no one could tell if she was a guy or a girl. Her midnight hair was under the hood of the jacket she wore she wore black sneakers to any passing people she would look like any teenager these days. She walked about the smell of blood reached her nose and stuck to it "I'M NOT HUNGRY!" she yelled at her stomach that was growling like crazy, she batted at her nose trying to make the smell go away.

*After a long walk along the streets of New York, Kamahl finally returned to Central Park. Earlier he remembered vaguely that he had attacked a hobo. The stench of death reeked as he walked along the path....but something else caught his attention. Two other people were here in Central Park. While keeping one hand close to his knife, but not to make it look like he was about to kill someone, he kept on walking along in a slow, smooth gait.*

*From a good distance away he saw someone sitting on a park bench. The scent was familiar to him.*

Hmmm...vampire.

*He kept his normal pace and finally made it to the bench. While looking down at her he replied.*

Looks like that hurt like hell.