Lamont strode through the pathways of the bustling city without a sound, his footfalls silent as a feline’s and his breathing an even tempo. His head turned to glance over at a small food stand, his eyes wandering over the various fruits on display. He tipped his head and looked forward, slowly blinking with indifference. As people passed by, he would offer them a small smile. Enough to let them know they wouldn’t be harmed, but not to get close to him. For some reason, people felt an urge to speak to you if you didn’t constantly look happy.
It was easier to maneuver the city in his preferred Draculi form, but not too many people would simply welcome a seemingly stray cat into their home, so today he was standing on two feet, donned in simple jeans, boots, a turtleneck, and a long brown leather jacket. His hair, reaching well down to his hips, was pulled back into a high ponytail, showing off the prominent lack of half his right ear.
Most times, he didn’t want to be recognisable. Being recognised by people he didn't want to know he was even there was a dangerous game. But today, he wanted the past to come back to haunt. He wanted his face to leave a painful mark in someone’s mind, and he wanted it to be remembered-- that he had not forgotten.
Someone was going to pay the price.