Vlad
After his visit to the wishing well, Vlad had returned to his make-shift shelter in an alley behind a seemingly forgotten antique store. As he predicted, it did indeed rain, though not as hard as he expected. Instead it was only pockets of an occasional drizzle.
While Beatrice and two others were away, Vlad had left his home to explore and ended up in Nabias, where he proceeded to look around. He'd be damned if he was forced to await her return to explore. He didn't need Beatrice to live his life and he didn't need her permission to leave.
And yet, she didn't need him either. He was no fighter, although he was quick to anger, and he didn't bring a profit into the house like some other pets. Instead, Beatrice had seen him attacking a pigeon and brought him home, fed him, and offered him a place to stay. It was much like what she did to her other pets. She would show them kindness, then ask if they would like to stay with her. She was a strange human, but nonetheless, it was hard not to feel some sort of attachment to her. She was just so sickeningly caring, in a genuine way.
With a sigh he settled down into his box and closed his eyes. Tomorrow he would leave this place and go home. Maybe, by the time he got there, Beatrice would be waiting for him. He dozed off peacefully, unaware of the creature that stood above him, watching.
When it was sure the Draculi was asleep, the chaos Slynx turned and jumped down off the roof it was peering over, to where a human male stood in the streets.
He was leaned casually aganist the wall of an apartment. His arms were folded over his chest and he was puffing on a cigarette.
The man looked to be in his early twenties, with messy black hair and a toned body. He didn't look athletic, but he wasn't missing muscle mass either. He looked like someone who was used to having a physically demanding job.
One distinguishing feature he had though, was a large tattoo that went nearly the length of his right arm.
Once the Slynx came into view, he flicked his cigarette away. The cat watched it in disgust before turning to its master.
"It's a Draculi" it muttered. It was a female's voice, soft and low, with an uncontrollable edge. The man nodded and scratched at the small gruff of hair on his chin. After a moment of pondering, he nodded.
"We'll get it tomorrow."
The Slynx nodded and followed her master down the street, away from the oblivious Vlad.
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