Dusk plodded peacefully through the shadows of the trees in his wolfen form, hunting. He'd managed to get used to it, If he wanted to survive, he had to eat flesh. Luckily, New York was writhing in criminals, murders and people who didn't deserve to live.
And, with a smirk, he spotted one now. A drug dealer, selling his wares to a kid young enough to be unable to know any better. He waited, watching the kid leave. Then, as the dealer began to move off, he called out to him from the darkness, keeping hidden.
"Hey, you." He tried to put on his best drugged-up voice, hard to do in his wolfen-guise.
"Hey man, look, I need a fix. COme on, bud, I've got money, I can pay..." The Dealer turned and walked forward cautiously.
"Yea? Why don't you show you'sself" He said in a gruff voice.
"Look, dude, I can't do that, I have an image!" He said, wincing at the poor attempt at using hip language. He sounded more like a hippy.
"I'm pretty famous, man. Comon. I can pay ya. Just come closer, Come into the shadow. I promise I won't bite." He slid back a little as the dealer smirked, walking forward.
"Famous, heys? Sounds like yous should bes rich. Very well, then. Whats yous poison? Its all good stuff."He was close, but not close enough. Dusk scowled impatiently, thinking up the first thing that came to mind.
"Heroine, man, comon. I need it now..." he said racily. Just a few more inches, out of the public eye....
"
Ahhh, good stuff indeeds. That'll be $300 for you, since yous can affords it. So whos are ya anyways. Anyones I know?" Perfect, he was right in place.
"Actually, I lied." He said confidently
"I'm not famous. I can't pay you. I don't want heroine. And... He stepped through a patch of moonlight, illuminating his glistening fur, his grinning teeth, his golden eyes... The dealer let out a cry of fright.
"And I
do bite." He snarled, and pounced.
The man never stood a chance against the raging torrent of claws, teeth and fur. He'd never be dealing to kids again.
***
Half an hour later, Dusk stepped out into a clear patch of light that was icolated and licked the blood off of his coat. He always went into a peaceful faze after feasting, and he'd stretched out into a lazy position in the grass. Licking softly, He thought he could sense something, but the serenity he felt made him disregard his senses.
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