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Kerrigan said nothing as the man showed up. She did not look at him, as he was going to leave her to die. She did not even glance at him as he killed the man who was about to take a shot at her. Kerrigan did not even move from the ground as she heard the man's body thud against the ground next to her. Her face was completely emotionless as she listened to him walk away, and as she did get to her feet once more, she looked down at the body laying on the grass next to her with a completely emotionless gaze. Her eyes scanned the area around her for the one who had "come to her rescue" but did not see him, which was just as well. After all, she was not grateful for anything he had just done for her, and the fact that he would have initially been willing to watch her die was not a reason for her to be running around, trying to thank him.

"This city really is going to hell," she muttered to herself softly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she looked up into the moonlight.

With Leelan's new earing power she stopped and turned, her eyes darken over with saddness. "Yes Wolf."

It had been almost three months. Three months since the name Kashkin had been spoken. For a while it seemed to fade from the city, to disappear completely into the shadows not to return again. The city still lived on, moving foward without so much as a speed-bump or glance. Not only that, but it didn't change either. As sure as the world was round and kept spinning, the city life never seemed to age, tire, or wear down. It kept repeating itself, moving around and around with it's own life with no end in sight.

Through the entrance of the park, a man wearing new jeans and a rather worn down but well-kept black sweatshirt walked. A lit cigarette hung from his lips and slightly gritted teeth. It burned slowly, the small ember giving off a firefly-sized light. Smoke trailed behind him, moving around his face and gently illuminating the man's facial features. His sweatshirt moved with it's own life, a low breeze moving through, pushing around his abyss black hair. However, it was also coupled by the fist, clenched tightly and shaking with anger. The veins in the man's hand could just barely be made out, normally not visible at all, and they swung foward with the brisk pace he had set. Once in a while, there would be a moment where he unclenched his fist, revealing on the palm of his right hand a strange symbol that was tatooed there. The swaying hair revealed an extremely stern face and eyes....

The eyes could be the most dangerous of all. They were filled with such passionate hate and loathing that people throughout the entire walk through the city steered clear of him, some fearing that the man would lash out at them in a blind fury at any moment.

The man was moving with determination as well, giving off the faint aura that stopping him would be a bad idea. Well, impeding his path in general would be a horrific idea.

Kashkin started making his way through the park, almost as if he could ignore the world until he did what he set out to do.

Kerrigan suddenly stood from her spot on the Park bench, walked over and gave a swift kick into the side of the man laying on the ground. It was probably a good thing her was already dead, as she heard the distinct shatter of several bones in his side from her blow. It was a feeble, useless blow, but somewhere deep inside, it made Kerri feel a little bit better. It had been months since she had gotten any real hunting done, and even longer since she had actually felt like hunting. Not to mention between constantly being in search for Krii and having to train the new recruits (most of whom had no experience whatsoever) she had not had the time for hunting in an even longer time. Turning from the corpse, she made no attempt to hide it from view, simply walking away from it in a calm, collected manner. Her black curls bounced about her shoulders with each step she took, though there was a serious expression on her face - almost as if she were contemplating something very hard. In reality, she was more coming to a resolution - until the Hunters were able to stand on their own two feet again, she would lead them as best she could. Once that time came, and if Krii was still missing, she would leave the hunters and move on. In a city this against her kind, regardless of whether or not they were hunters, she knew it would only be a matter of time anyways...

Prometheus entered the park with great enthusiasm. He hadn't been here since he had gotten shot, especially with all the Hunters strting to get moving again. I'm glad i left the Haven when I did.... He thought. He walked towards a nearby bench, and noticed a man on the ground. He nudged it with his foot. "Tsk, tsk...... dead." Prometheus continued walking towards the bench and sat down. Taking out the newspaper, he began to read. One of the headlines had pictures of some of the Race elders, including the lycan alpha male. "Someone really needs to tell Jaden about this..... as soon as we can hear from the other leaders." He didn't know any of the Race leaders, and the Hunters would have his head for leaving them to his Lycan brethren. "why don't you go see that girl? Gunter asked him mentally. Because right now, there are more important things to be done. he replied.

Kashkin tilted his head slightly. The look the girl returned to him obviously meant that she was used to dead bodies.

"Of course you didn't. However, I have a question then. A normal bystander wouldn't just stand next to a murder victim, nor kick the body hard enough to shatter a few bones, if my ears heard correctly." He paused. "So... if you're not a bystander, and your not the killer, then what does that make you?"

Simple questions and points. Kashkin had truly been gone for quite some time, but he didn't get dumber after his endeavors. He turned his head slightly, his eyes never leaving the girl. He spit his cigarette out, letting the rest burn on the ground. He then fully faced her again, waiting. By not leaving or running away, it showed that he was not a normal civilian either.