Location: Carson City, Callie's shop
Time and Date: 13th of March 2017, 0920
Scott made his way in, his keen sense of smell taking in all the strange scents. In the midst of it all was the familiar scent of the wolves he had ran with centuries ago. A young witch was at the counter entertaining an older one. It didn't take long for the customer to leave, walking past him. Her smell was different. Older. Thousands and thousands of centuries older. Way way older than he was. She didn't seem hostile and she walked past without even paying him any attention. That suited him just fine. Meddling in the business of witches was something he had no plans on doing.
He turned his attention back to the trio. The wolves were staring straight at him, the look in their eyes told him that they recognized him the way they did them. He can smell their blood from where he was standing. The female's blood was pumped with adrenaline, all directed towards her muscles. She would no doubt launch herelf at him the moment she detected any form of hostility. The younger of the wolves, the male, was at her side. His blood was purer. His heart beat was strong and steady, obviously the calmer of the two. It was a trait rare to those of his specie and the reason why he was the leader among the two. His green eyes tracked the young witch as she made her way towards the wolves. By her actions and the way she spoke, she was well acquainted with the Originals. He watched her lean slightly towards the male wolf, a clear act of possessiveness.
He glanced down at the bracelet that adorned her wrist. His keen senses detecting the small vibration on it. He guessed that it had some sort of detecting spell on it. Something that would tell her exactly what he was.
Interesting. A clever witch. She probably had some spells forming in her head to ward him off. It didn't matter. Spells didn't affect him. And besides, he had no intention of causing trouble. When she addressed him, he met her gaze with a small smile of acknowledgement, or at least what he hoped was a smile. He hadn't been in contact with humans for a long time and his social skills might very well be lacking. He turned towards the wolves. Interacting with them should be easier.
"Well met, wolves. It has been centuries."Claudia raised an eyebrow.
"So you are that wolf we ran with before." She didn't know if she should be relieved or be on guard with this revelation.
Scott could sense her wariness. He couldn't really blame her. He would react the same way when faced with humans. Humans were... difficult to deal with. Compared to the animals in the wild, they were complex and most times unreasonable.
"I am," he admitted with a small nod.
Standing near the stranger, Caius could clearly smell what he is. A vampire. It was confirmed by the lack of a heart beat. But his smell was strange. Almost similar to how he and his sister smelled. Musky, earthy and feral. He instinctively reached out and pulled Callie close to his side, his arm protectively draped around her waist. Was it really possible that he was a shapeshifter? Did he turn into a wolf and ran with them all those centuries ago? Or was it some kind of elaborate illusion. He met a vampire once who can make illusions. Was he the same? There was something else too. Something he can't quite put his finger on. Seeing that there wasn't any other customers in the shop, he figured it'd best to just ask.
"You're an Original." It wasn't really a question but a statement. One that he hoped he would confirm. Claudia glanced at her brother then back at the stranger.
"Does it matter what I am?" Scott countered.
Looking at the stranger closely, Claudia caught on to her brother's train of thought. His scent was unique. Something that was in between a vampire and a werewolf. He wasn't a hybrid, that's for sure. He was an Original. A shapeshifter.
"You have the ability to turn into a wolf. What brings you to Carson City?" There was an edge to her voice.
Scott turned to the female wolf. Perhaps admitting to them what he can do will earn him their trust. Why he needed it, he didn't know. The same way he had no idea why he was compelled to step into the city.
"I have. But my forms are not only limited the way yours are." He watched Claudia's reactions closely. The small movements she made clearly showed that she appreciated his candor. It was, however, far from trust.
"I do not mean harm to either of you." His eyes drifted towards Caius' arm around Callie's waist. He looked at Callie. Her blood smelled of fear.
"And to the witch as well..." He turned back to Claudia.
"I am here for reasons I cannot quite explain. A sense that I should be here, if you will. I cannot say it pleases me. Being in this concrete jungle the humans have made is... disconcerting." Caius chuckled at his words. Scott turned his attention to him.
"That's definitely something new. I've never really encountered any of your kind that shies away from human population." While Caius' tone was lighthearted, Scott detected the challenge in it. He rose up to it.
"I do not deny that humans have exquisite taste. But I find their kind..." he paused, searching for the right words.
"...a nuisance."This time it was Claudia's turn to chuckle, her stance relaxing a little.
"They are, aren't they?" She glanced over to Callie.
"No offense, Callie. You're cool. But there are a lot of those self righteous ones."Caius studied Scott for a few minutes before he decided it was best to ally himself with the strange vampire than be at odds with him. He held out a hand as a sign of good will.
"Caius Aluredes."Scott looked at Caius and then at the hand extended to him. For a moment, it didn't seem like he would take the offered friendship but he soon lifted his hand to grasp Caius', sealing what could be a strong alliance.
"Scott Halstead.""My sister, Claudia. And my mate, Callie Lenson." Caius introduced the ladies.