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-he moves along traffic, never really minding the lights as he blows past them and pedestrians crossing the streets, he always seems to make every intersection withought a single hint of danger-

Nem follows him not missing a beat. welp he either doesn't know I'm following, or more likely he knows and isn't trying to run. He speeds up abit getting within a hundred yard of him.

*At the next alleyway, Kamahl turns and walks down it. Hopefully he can find a safe place to rest tonight....and hopefully he can have a damn car tomorrow. With these thoughts running through his mind, he continued walking and eventually disappeared in the shadows.*

((And it's time for some sleep......cya tomorrow.))

-even with the loud engine, Vel hears the tracer clip onto his bike, he instantly straightens his bike up and hops off of it, his feet grinding on the pavement as he slides behind it like a skier, he lets go and the bike ghoast rides as he quickly runs down a near allyway, his bike hitting a tanker and exploding, oddly enough it was a milk tanker and only the back end was on fire, a massive spill of milk was flooding the street-

(( that should attract every cat for like 30 miles ))

((ok so no more chase))

Not wanting to be involed with this crash he vears right down the street and keeps driving.

Enters the city and makes an act imitating the a deep inhale.

"Smells like.. kine.." he says to himself as he smiles somewhat insanely.

In an almost anxious way he eyes the street up and down in search of a victim.

He goes into an alleyway and turns into his fox form, going from cat to human to fox though it looks like his just going from cat to fox, then he sniffs the air "Hmm, a new scent" he then moves towards it finding the source quick "Hmm, whose this guy" he says as he sees the person looking up and down the street, still in his fox form on the side of the road, he begins to move closer

*Though these busy streets were more of a place for mortals than for nightwalkers of any kind, Maximillion Mardrate feels a much strong connection to them than he does to the rathole-like warrens the lycans, vampires, and demons holed themselve up in. Ironic how beings that prided themselves on their superiority over the human race could still be so craven. And really, why not? Some of them were "immortal", and just about all were superhuman, but they were outnumbered by the human race in a depressingly hopeless ratio. Even New York City alone, if it armed each citizen, would be able to wipe out the entire world population of nightcrawlers without any real problems. Their only defense was that despite it all, the human race had put a remarkable amount of stock in one unswaying belief- nothing could threaten their hold on planet Earth. Not the impact of an asteroid, not global warming, and certainly not a legion of supernatural boogymen. Every human culture in the world glorified it's own existence, even the Native Americans and Buddhists. They knew they were the lords of the world. Earth had passed through it's phases of disaster and creation... there had been Snowball Earth, during which the entire planet was literally as icy as Europa, far outclassing any of the later Ice Ages. There had been the Cambrian Explosion, which had populated the planet with life of all kinds, spreading with unparalleled efficiency. There had been the Age of Dinosaurs, then the Age of Mammals, and now the Earth was at the middle of the Age of Sentience. And for the damage done in so little time, it was every bit as geologically significant as Snowball Earth had been. The human race knew they were strong, and they dimissed any concept that the Age of Sentience would ever end. He stood just on the edge of the world that was the mouth of an alleyway, the place where the innocent sidewalk gave way to the alleyways of the darker world. His appearance would surely be startling, or at least odd, but such was their self-assured attitude that the humans did not even see him. That was Earth for you. That was New York.

At any rate, this was not Maximillion's concern... he'd seen the same dramas play out in his own world, and in the plane of Distath. There were other worlds than these. Whether this Earth lived or died was just as irrelevent as whether one faction of nightwalkers overthrew another. What mattered was what could be drawn out of these superior beasts. Perhaps their final purpose was not here but in another world and another war. Or perhaps the Master had some other reason to put Maximillion here. He did not know. He did not question the orders of the Master. He would do his bidding, for now, and the purpose for his presence would eventually become apparent.*

The demons will be most likely to relate to me... *he thought.* I could never pretend to be a werewolf or a vampire.

*As silently as if it didn't really require movement at all, Maxmillion disappeared into the shadows of the alley behind him. The humans on the sidewalk, busy with busying themselves, made no note.*