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then, remembering something, ran back the way he came.
((exits))

Amethyst entered the street and looked about in shop windows, she had perfect poise. Her eye's drew looks from passer-bys because of their odd shade but she just shook her head and continued looking through widows humming greensleeves as it was rude for a person of her standards to whistle.

Amethyst shook back her long silver hair and pulled it into a pony tail tying it with ease even for it's length. She sighed "maybe I should get contacts so people stop staring" she said to herself touching the corner of her fire orange eye's "maybe blue... better yet... green... then they can't stare so..." she said this but knew it was also her other looks that bought their gaze. Waist length silver hair, amber eye's, slender cat like looks at the age of fifteen-two hundread years to be completely exact-excellent poise from a young age and lilly white skin. Not the looks most expect from an assasin but then again she was good at that to. Sighing again she hummed in tune with greensleeves one of her favorite musical pieces, she walked past two men who were in conversation not paying attention she walked into a optometris.

Isabella sighed, she didn't necessarly need to feed. The thirst was not driving her, but every human that passed sent her senses into over drive. She got herself under control, when she came upon two that had been in the bar. She smirked, 'hmmmm' she thought to herself. She wondered if he would give her problems, probably not, but it wouldn't hurt if she stayed around to see. She leaned against a near by wall, listening intently to their conversation, her bangs covering her eyes. She tapped her finger tips against the wall, a quick stacato beat ran through her head. She found herself drifting in and out of their conversation. Sighing she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. It had been quite a night.

He stopped at a nearby bus stop bench and sat down for a moment. The bus came to the stop after about ten minutes but Kamahl just waved him off. He didn't need a ride right now....he just needed to catch his breath and get his bearings. The pain in his stomach came back once more and gave Kamahl a shock. A grimace of pain appeared on his face as the pain struck him and luckily, he didn't cry out. There was no need for him to draw attention to himself now.

Kamahl seemed to curl up a bit and attempted to hide his face. The sound of a whimper could be heard.....almost similar to a dog and very unusual when it comes to him. As soon as he looked up at the woman, his eyes changed from the yellow of his werewolf form to the aquamarine of his human form. "No...." He paused for a moment to collect himself.

"Growing pains....." Kamahl smelled the woman to see what she was. If he could control himself in front of the wrong person, then he would become hunted and as good as dead. "An immortal..."

Another wave of pain shot through him as he sat on the bench. Kamahl tensed up a bit and started breathing rather rapidly. His grip on the bench was so tight that the metal was beginning to bend to his strength. With relative ease he flipped over the metal bench that he was seated on (and was cemented to the ground) and quickly scampered to a nearby alleyway. He thought that it was dark and that he could possibly find something to halt the transformation for the time being. (exit)

((If you want to your character can go search for Kamahl....can make an interesting story out of it.))

((sorry, i havnt been on much))

Kilala smiled at the man in front of her. She liked his tattoos and strange appearance. "I'm sorry, but I know not of any interesting dancing places." She tried not to let her harsh German accent surprise the man. She turned to the other man, Alexi if she heard right. She smiled politely at him, trying to hide her fangs as much as possible. "I would go with you though, if you wish to go to one." she said, turning back to the man with the tattoos. She looked at him flirtatiously, pulling her hair back and uncovering her face from under her hood. Her pale face and high cheek bones had the moonlight sitting perfectly on her smile.