The smell of blood grew, someone had died this night. Shadows moved in the alleyway as Sebastian stalked on all fours, his nose to the ground. A lout, a thief, a mugger, sees a target, prey. Prey that wants to be caught. The mugger smelled of bitter oranges and grass, the prey smelt like mint and coffee, and cigarettes. Oh, how vulnerable, a small skinny little faun, his antlers barely budding from his curly black hair. An easy target for a lowlife, or so Ben Cobb thought, but this prey had fangs of his own.
A struggle, the smell of sweat and fear, but not of the fauns. Of the hunter, who realizes too late he's made a fatal mistake. He's knocked to the ground unconscious, his switchblade clattering to the pavement where Sebastian traces it with a claw. The predator, who now shed all pretence of being prey, does not feast immediately. No, he brings his meal far away, to a place far from people and prying eyes. There he waits for the meal to wake, and then the real hunt begins.
Seb growls, and scratches grooves into the payment, as he hears and smells and sees the toying tragedy play out. Ben runs for his life, begs for his life, chunks bitten out of him until piece by piece he's torn into oblivion and feasted on. Sebastian tasted the blood and meat, feels the crack of the bones and the supple flowing of the marrow as if it was in his own mouth. Ben was stringy, and his bones supplied a nice crunch. This was different from Connor, he had tasted tough, and chewy, perhaps that had been the guilt, guilt over doing it, guilt because deep down somewhere the Beast liked what it tasted. The fawn felt nothing, though he was not the same man he was until after he was done. He had a name now, and returned smelling of blood and flesh to this place to... the hotel?
The hotel, and that's where he was spotted by Sam, the trail became a mix of scents. Blood, mint, cinnamon, coffee, cigarettes; mingling in a way that made Sebastian's hackles rise and his claws extend. They dug into the bricks of the building wall and secured themselves as he pulled his wight up and climbed the surface as remarkable speeds to the fourth floor to an open window where those smells were coming from.
In an instant the window was full of a massive ginger red hound, his claws gleaming, his eyes wide burning orange; identical to Sam's but no play there. Only fury, which coursed through Sebastian's blood. He let out a growling roar, a lion's warning, and his gaze fell on the predator. Sam was too close, he was too close. There was a look in their eyes just before they were able to react to his arrival, playfulness, want, desire, the same look Lapis had been giving him downstairs. The reasons compounded, and Sebastian stepped into the hotel room, fully standing up in a display against his foe. He looked skinny, meek, his looks designed to allure rather than intimidate, these were deceptions and Sebastian knew in his gut this would be a fight that would leave him near death.
He was willing to risk that to keep him the fuck away from his sister.
Sebastian let out a softer growl followed by a trilling vocalization "grrr-arooow?" and tiled his head towards Sammy without looking away from the predator. He and his sister were able to communicate in his way. He was asking if she was okay.
