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Like everyone Dorian noticed the new patrons arrival, but it was not by the abrupt exuberant appearance or deadly demanding screams that followed. Sure he could not deny the visual stimulation that got caught in his peripheral even as he tried to contain his focus to his note book, sure the scream was unavoidably thought interrupting as it echoed throughout the taverns halls, but neither phased the dark haired man. No he swelled on other things. 

Zyrids intrusion into the Tavern brought with it a deep undetectable discomfort to the establishment, felt only by the ancient wooden walls and shared with Dorian himself as the new guest occupied a space in which he didn't belong. It was an unease and discomfort that grew and became increasingly undeniable. 
That is how the owner became aware. 

The more he tried to understand it the more elusive the feeling became.
It was an image he couldn't focus on. A word stuck on the tip of a tongue, lost and forgotten. An audible hum without location. The itch of a phantom limb.
It was simply...

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Clay who is not far away, wore a proud smile on his face from his earlier exploits, when a sudden scent reached upon his lupine senses.
Clay heard the following scream louder and more clearly than those nearby, he could taste the excitement and fear in the air that the commotion caused, yet his focus remained on one specific smell amongst them all, unnoticeable to a normal nose it was one he was both familiar and fond of.

He could no sooner explain the sensation it created to a regular human than he could explain colour to a blind man. Nearly every human and many creatures exuded it to some degree yet to each person it remained unique and as individual as their finger print. Some might call it pheromones, it may just be an alteration of chemical balance, either way from Clays educated experience it was undeniably associated to attraction, and this was Alex's print.  

Clay usually revelled in causing such minuscule unknown unnoticeable bodily alterations, when they were reserved for him. This was not the case. Jealousy boiled in his blood as competition consumed his not so dormant alpha subconscious. Unwillingly he balled his hands into fists as he headed towards the commotion.