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[Kyrie Blaze]

The scream shattered the relative peace of twilight. It sounded like a dying human. It echoed between buildings and outskirts of Long Beach.




. o O ( Location, location, location. )

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"We should at least check."

"I said no."

"You can not just ignore it."

"Watch me."

Jeremiah tossed the car starter off to the side, the loud clunking reverberating off the walls. He dug through the rest of the machinery in the run down garage, trying to find the ignition switch to his bike. Fuckin' thing was fried. He took a little puff off the smoke in his mouth, reaching up with his left hand to remove it before shifting some boxes aside.

"I can smell blood. One of the bodies...might have food. Or drink. Or maybe some more of your smokes."

"I should have left you in that junk pile where i found you."

"You love me and you know it."

He grunted. Then stood. He kicked the crate in front of him before turning around to walk outside. He grabbed his bike and pushed it into the garage before walking out and closing the door.

"If there is nothing there, your getting left behind."

The tiny dragon on his shoulder blinked up at him before crawling down the neck of his duster.

Jeremy took off toward the screams!

[Kyrie Blaze]

The streets remained eerily silent as Jeremiah rushed through them...until the scream came again. Fainter this time, as though whomever it was was being moved out of the streets.

So far, there is no discernible scent of blood.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jermiah didnt run- he would just follow the sounds. The streets were always quiet, so his hearing was well refined. He would frown...and start moving for the direction of the building the screams were likely coming from.

"Lying shit. Theres no blood."

"Keep going....we are already here, might as well check it out."

No more food for her.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Not a building, Jeremiah could tell. The sound of it wasn't muffled. And it was odd, since Strike "restored the peace" that there were such screams. Fights were common enough. The screams of a dying human, not so much.

It didn't sound like it was in even the outskirts of the city. And being familiar with the area... Jeremiah would know he would soon be amongst the overgrowth of a huge span of trees.

The scream sounded again. And something about the sound was off—a little less human, now that he had heard it a third time.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiahs eyebrows drew down. He reached under his duster and pulled out a large knife. He would sniff the air and crouch to look for signs of a struggle!

[Kyrie Blaze]

Jeremiah's companion can now pick up the coppery tang of blood in the air.

The big man himself sees...nothing out of the ordinary, so far, nor are there any sounds to give him any clues.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah looked around at the silence....before standing and holding up an arm. Scarlet would skitter up it and jump....and...and...fly? Her wings, modified by him when he found her, now snapped out slightly, allowing air to move under them, a teflon cloth spread over them. The joints could now move as well, allowing her to flap and carry her weight. She was moving solo!

Scarlet took to the air, sniffing, attempting to locate the source!

[Kyrie Blaze]

The tiny dragon is able to lock on to the smell and begin to track the trail of it! Into the trees, it leads...

And after five minutes, there is a trail of blood.

And drag marks.

The smell along the ground is distinctly human but there's another smell that Scarlet has never encountered before!

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Scarlet would fly down and hover above Jeremiah, who had been following her. She spoke quietly.

"There is a blood trail. I think...perhaps we should go."

She did not seem to desire continuing after the new smell.

"Ooohhh no. You dragged us out here, lets finish it."

He would follow the blood trail!

[Kyrie Blaze]

The trail initially gets a little thicker before thinning out...and a few large blood drops along the bark of a large tree.

A rumbling, deep-throated growl sounds, along with a hiss.

It's above them.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah would stand still, slowly raising his head to look up. His eyes shone, dark and almost...dead, like he was daring something up there to attack him.

He would growl back, clenching his knife!

Scarlet would dive back down his duster!

[Kyrie Blaze]

There's a body slumped over a thick branch...but that's likely not what Jeremiah first notices. A pair of bright green eyes with narrowed slits of pupils stare down. A coat of russet fur belonging to a mountain lion is visible through the thick foliage.

The large cat screams again, directly down at them, but doesn't move to leap just yet.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah doesnt run. Prey run. The weak run. He runs, he dies. It will see him as food, needing put down. Instead he rolled his shoulders, slowly crouching and baring his teeth, letting out a rather animalistic rumble. Threatening. Challenging. Daring it to rush forward. He stared it in the eye.

'I am going to kill you. Yes. You will suffer and your life will be extinguished, alone, in these woods. Come on, beasty. Come and die.'

He noticed its eyes....a measure of coloration. Interesting. Genetic alteration? Doubtful. He didnt think anyone left could do it. Perhaps...He would speak.

"I don't want a fight. If you attack, I will kill you. I will defend myself, animal. Do not think i will end up like that body in the tree."

[Kyrie Blaze]

The feline issued a warning yowl, ears pinned as a paw struck downwards in a swipe, claws unsheathed. But thankfully for all three, she was too high to reach. Even if Jeremiah reached up with his impressive height and his knife, they still wouldn't connect.

It was when he spoke that another growl issued, more protest. Obviously the cat was intelligent enough to know that, while its bulk and array of weapons and position were advantageous...it was also at a disadvantage. The cat's gaze flicked at the knife before it hissed, fangs bared.

Other than the swipe, it made no move to advance.