Well, Ryker felt a little bit better. No less irritated, but slightly less furious. Dante, on the other hand, still badly wanted to rip something limb from limb. He had settled for destroying a deer that they had stumbled upon out in the woods, but an animal like that was hardly worth the effort, though the sprays of blood did help to sate Dante’s temper slightly. He still wanted to kill something that would be a challenge, but Ryker reminded him that they needed to get back to the hotel and promised that they would go hunting later.
Making his way back to the city and the hotel of Eternal Darkness, Ryker happened to catch sight of himself as he passed a shop window and, despite his emotions, could not help but chuckle slightly. His hair was quite a bit longer than it should be and in complete disarray. The black t-shirt that he wore was not only significantly below his usual standard style of dress, but was also dirty from the housework he had been doing as well as his romp through the woods and there was a tear in it down his right ribs from a thorn vine that had caught. He wore a loose pair of ill-fitting blue jeans, also practical for housework and also very far outside his normal style of dress, and they too were smudged with dirt and dust, as well as a spot or two of blood, though he couldn’t remember if that had come from the deer that he had slaughtered or from his own hands. The skin over his knuckles on both hands was gone and only just now beginning to heal up. At least his hands weren’t dripping blood, anymore.
Turning down the street that housed the magnificent hotel, Ryker let his mind just wander. For once today, Dante was kind enough not to interrupt with some assertion of violence or blame for their predicament, even though he had been aware of the necessity of it from the beginning. So the pair walked in silence. Not the brooding silence succeeding an argument, but rather a calculating calm in which both parties put together their thoughts, sharing bits and pieces with one another through flashes of thought.
Ryker blinked in surprise when he found himself standing at the doors of the hotel with his hand on the painted gold handle of the door. He glanced back over his shoulder and down the street, amazed that it had seemed like such a short walk. Pulling the door open, and leaving a small red smudge on the handle in the process, and walked through the lobby to the elevator. He ignored the many, many looks that he got from both hotel staff and lounging werelings. He was not in a mood to deal with them, at the moment. Standing in the elevator, he gingerly pushed the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall as the little box ascended smoothly to the penthouse floor.
From the smell of it, Noctavia was in her room. Or, at least had been very recently. He hoped she was there. Given a choice, Ryker preferred not to put off something like this. Standing in front of the door to her suite, Ryker hesitated. He had thought it before, but now it was being brought to a head, standing here, surrounded by Noctavia’s strong, undeniably feminine, but powerful scent. How much did she know? he wondered, for perhaps the eightieth time that day. Not wanting to get blood on the door, he gently tapped the toe of his shoe against the wood and waited patiently for a reply.
Making his way back to the city and the hotel of Eternal Darkness, Ryker happened to catch sight of himself as he passed a shop window and, despite his emotions, could not help but chuckle slightly. His hair was quite a bit longer than it should be and in complete disarray. The black t-shirt that he wore was not only significantly below his usual standard style of dress, but was also dirty from the housework he had been doing as well as his romp through the woods and there was a tear in it down his right ribs from a thorn vine that had caught. He wore a loose pair of ill-fitting blue jeans, also practical for housework and also very far outside his normal style of dress, and they too were smudged with dirt and dust, as well as a spot or two of blood, though he couldn’t remember if that had come from the deer that he had slaughtered or from his own hands. The skin over his knuckles on both hands was gone and only just now beginning to heal up. At least his hands weren’t dripping blood, anymore.
Turning down the street that housed the magnificent hotel, Ryker let his mind just wander. For once today, Dante was kind enough not to interrupt with some assertion of violence or blame for their predicament, even though he had been aware of the necessity of it from the beginning. So the pair walked in silence. Not the brooding silence succeeding an argument, but rather a calculating calm in which both parties put together their thoughts, sharing bits and pieces with one another through flashes of thought.
Ryker blinked in surprise when he found himself standing at the doors of the hotel with his hand on the painted gold handle of the door. He glanced back over his shoulder and down the street, amazed that it had seemed like such a short walk. Pulling the door open, and leaving a small red smudge on the handle in the process, and walked through the lobby to the elevator. He ignored the many, many looks that he got from both hotel staff and lounging werelings. He was not in a mood to deal with them, at the moment. Standing in the elevator, he gingerly pushed the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall as the little box ascended smoothly to the penthouse floor.
From the smell of it, Noctavia was in her room. Or, at least had been very recently. He hoped she was there. Given a choice, Ryker preferred not to put off something like this. Standing in front of the door to her suite, Ryker hesitated. He had thought it before, but now it was being brought to a head, standing here, surrounded by Noctavia’s strong, undeniably feminine, but powerful scent. How much did she know? he wondered, for perhaps the eightieth time that day. Not wanting to get blood on the door, he gently tapped the toe of his shoe against the wood and waited patiently for a reply.
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