Welcome to Gaia! ::

A crisp evening breeze gently tugged at the zippers and sleeves of her 'stone' coloured All Saints Galia Mac jacket she'd nabbed off the net for a few hundred dollars before she'd flown to New York. It was a little taste of Europe for her though she'd lived in Australia most of her life. Alanis had been strolling throughout the evening simply feigning being a regular human that was taking her dog for a walk but that wasn't the actual case with her. She was a hunter keeping an eye out on the public. Her dog was trained to locate bad eggs and he just so happened to help her out with the senses in which she lacked. This dog was her companion and one of her life lines to hunting. Of course she could hunt without him but she preferred the company and loyalty.

Trace was a black and tan Doberman Pischer with both his ears cropped and his tail docked. Originally the owners had been planning to sell Trace, as a puppy, to a somewhat sketchy man but when Alanis had come along and fallen in love with him they'd decided she was the better choice. After all, she wasn't as likely to subject him to the life of being a street dog in dog fights. They could tell she would love him and take care of him and while some would argue that her dragging him into this immortal business was cruel of her, Trace enjoyed it. Not to mention it kept him busy and exercised as bonuses.

For convenience sake and strategical purposes, Trace was kept strictly on a harness as opposed to a typical dog collar in case Alanis needed to make a break from him. This also prevented Trace from accidentally being choked in the process of a fight or something else along those lines. He was trained when to take someone down and when to stand down and wait his turn. Alanis had taken him through the canine unit training with the cops over in Australia so he was a certified dog but now he hunted alongside her for the super natural. It sort of reminded her of Scooby Doo but Trace definitely wasn't any Great Dane.

She decided to make a pit stop and leaned against no special building in particular, probably a local business of some sort and brought out a water bottle. Before giving any of the bottle's contents to the dog, however, she smiled at him and commanded him to sit. The dog, being expertly trained, obeyed the moment the words were uttered and sat on his behind in expectation of water but also out of pure instinct as the training had been ingrained within the animal.

"Good boy, Trace! Here. Have some water."

The female hunter smiled as the dog lapped up some water from the bottle and she then deposited it back into her coat pocket and sat down for a bit. She sighed as she resisted the urge to bring out a smoke, which she hadn't had for a while since joining the force. She had to be in peak physical condition and if her lungs gave out she didn't have a whole hell of a lot going for her. It was sad but true but Alanis wasn't too huge in the muscles department so she had to make up for that in both speed and endurance. Now she wasn't a weakling by any means but she definitely wasn't some muscle builder or anything.

With a small sigh the hunter looked down the empty street and turned to her sole companion and smiled. The Doberman had snuggled up beside her, simply laying on the pavement at her side. It was an endearing gesture and he was by no means trying to dominate her or get in her face. He knew his place and respected his master, she'd worked hard to train this pooch and it'd been worth every moment.

"Think we're gonna see anything tonight, pooch?" She asked this while calmly stroking the dog.

The dog responded to the name by simply looking up at his master but beyond that he didn't really respond. A small snort could be heard but it was in response to being pet and addressed as opposed to actually answering a question and Alanis knew this. She always wondered what it'd be like to get inside a dog's head and just examine it. Unfortunately she was just a normie and didn't have any special ESP powers like all those other cool hunters.

Victor looks around the streets. It is full of cars and mortals, or atleast the majority of them were. He growls softly in his throught staring at all the humans passing by the tall man. Victor sighed and looked around. Nothing interesting that he could see was happening, so he just kept on walking. Victor didn't like being near these many mortals. Made him nervous that he would turn into his Lycan form and start going into a frenzy of killing, but he kept it under control. 'I need to feed soon...' Victor thought as he passed by a store. He looked inside at the clerk. 'No. It'd be too obvious...' He decided and kept walking

Victor looked down a far way and spotted a male heading into a dark alley way. 'Perfect...' Victor thought. 'I can knock him out and drag him into the abandoned building next to it.' Victor planned as his pace fastened as he walked towards his prey.

Victor's eyes continued to glare at the mortal walking out of the alley way. He knew he missed his chance but a new one would come soon. Victor was completly oblivious to the person with the dog. His only thoughta were getting a good mea, and killing something along the wayl. His eyes got more red, more blood looking. Victor's teeth got more sharper than before as he continued to glare at the man. 'Control it, for now...' Victor thought to himself, trying to calm down his wolf-self.

Victor watched the man's every movement. If he felt that the man was getting suspicous, he walked a diffrent way and continued to follow him. Every time he turned around, Victor would move in another direction. The man finnaly went through a dark alleyway. The man walked down it and turned left after a long walk, with Victor following him, the anticipation and hunger killing him. The man came to a dead end and sighed. He looked behinde him and saw Victor, glaring at him with his peircing red eyes, dealy fangs, and sharp claws. The man looked at him in utter terror and whimpered. Victor looked up at the moon, which he had tried to avoid seeing, lest he turned into a Lycan in public. His bones cracked, his back got larger and more hunged over, more wolf like. He had completly turned into a Lycan. Victor pounced on the man, no mercy, no remourse in his eyes as he feasted on his prey.

(enters)


Travis tagged along behind Core and her friends... He didnt know why he was he was tagging along but for some reason he couldnt help it. Core relaxed him and he had a stressful night.

Sighing... Travis followed, he had sensed what Core was worried about and sped up his pace...

(exit)

Kara cursed. "Shade. Stop. You didn't used to be like this. Go back to normal." She told her brother slowly. Shade sneered. *No way. I like being like this. Besides you gave up being a leader. So we have to find someone else to lead us.* Shade told her sharply. "So basically your running around like maniacs and scaring humans who know nothing about the supernatural life. Smart Idea. That'll get you a leader fast." She said meanly.

((Oh Vasilissa is a hunter. Krissor is listed in that area as well if you read enough))

Lissa backed up. She nodded and put a finger to her mouth. She understood."Hey Krissor, what's the panther sayin?" She asked her friend. He puffed up and then turned to Lissa. "The panther is just taunting the fact that the girl isn't the leader and can't tell them what to do." Krissor told Lissa and the strange vamp next to her.