Post by Elena on Oct 11, 2006 23:32:52 GMT
Having never been human herself, Elena Torres decided she was entitled to find the entire race amusing without really having a reason, other than what she had just witnessed from her vantage point on the club’s roof. She had been inside, earlier in the evening, before the crowd had become too much for her, and after more than one guy had tried to grab her ass, she’d decided to avoid temptation — the temptation to snap their wrists, that was — and head outside. From there, she’d headed up, to play a little game of observation.
The entire chase had been almost exciting at first… watching the two men ‘duke it out’, no matter how briefly, had made her want to laugh. Humans always fancied themselves as intimidating; if it were up to her, she would have liked to show them the meaning of intimidation… but that wasn’t her place. She was on ‘pack turf’. So she’d just watched the show. Only after the redhead had pulled out her gun had the female werewolf realised she recognised the partners. Her occasional trips to the central station as a part-time informant — as in, whenever it was in her best interests — meant that she saw a few of the regulars; the two below were a pair she had seen a few times, in passing, but never really taken particular notice of — she’d never had to deal with them, anyway.
The end result of that rather thrilling chase had… certainly been interesting. Elena had crouched down on her perch, watching with well-veiled enthusiasm as the young man they had been pursuing had literally changed. Not in the way of a wolf; nothing like that at all… something else entirely. She had to admit she was curious, especially when the two cops managed to lose him altogether. If she’d thought there was anything to be gained from helping them out, she might have called out to them, to point out the suspect’s direction, but as it was, she knew there was nothing in it. So she stayed quiet.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t sate her own curiosity. Standing, her jacket whipping around her softly in the calm breeze while her dark ponytail dropped lazily from over her shoulder, she looked through bangs of dark hair, sniffing the air, and quickly catching the scent of the boy who had fled. Her father had always told her there was value in learning new things…
Time to do just that.
Continued in: Alleys and Backstreets.