#Archex Tag tba

[cardinal-carvings]

@reyjustrey:  “Is somebody there?”

The words that were called out brought Archex up short-- prompting the man to halt in his footsteps as eyebrows furrowed faintly at the realization of just what was being said. He wasn’t particularly trying to sneak around, but he’d like to think of himself as not being too loud regardless of that factor.

Still, he found his voice-- no use in staying quiet and prompting a potentially bad reaction from whoever it was who had picked up on his presence, “Yeah,” Archex called out-- voice down so as not to potentially draw further attention if anyone else were in the vicinity, but loud enough to carry towards whoever had called out-- curiosity poking at his brain as to just who it might be. He didn’t recognize the voice, “I’m-- mostly just wandering aimlessly.”

Finally, Archex saw her-- having started towards the sound in a drive to sate his curiosity that now nudged him onward. Arms crossing loosely over his chest, as he almost seemed sheepish, “I can wander off in the other direction if you’d rather that?”

[goldcnblood]

✶ plotted starter for @cardinal-carvings

          IT WAS NOT SAFE TO BE OUT THERE  when  the  moon  shone  in  the  pitch  black  night  sky  in  all  her  fullest  glory,  or  at  least  that  was  what  it  used  to  be  said  back  in  the  days,  back  when  even  just  the  idea  of  skyscrapers  and  the  neon  lights  of  billboards  scattered  through  the  city  was  something  that  not  even  the  most  creative  minds  would  have  a  hard  time  believing  in.    Perhaps  it  was  still  like  that  from  time  to  time,  rarely,  though  given  how  everyone  had  rules  to  follow  nowadays,  even  more  so  those  whose  kind  was  considered  nothing  but  a  fantasy  by  most  human  behind.

          That  night  might  have  fallen  into  such  category  and  Armitage  should  have  known   way  before  he  went  out  earlier;  before  he  found  himself  walking  in  such  situation,  there  was  a  reason  why  he  was  rarely  wrong  and  that  was  because  his  instincts  were  almost  never  wrong.  And  yet,  he  could  have  easily  walked  away,  his  quiet  footsteps  passing  unnoticed  but  there  was  just  something  odd,  something  that  didn’t  add  up.    While  seeing  a  werewolf  wasn’t  nothing  new,  it  was  unusual  to  spot  them  THERE,  and  that  was  just  one  thing;  and  the  suspicious  way  one  of  them  was  acting  ?  or  the  way  one  almost  seemed  like  trying  to  drag  away  the  other  one  ?    He  found  himself  ever  so  slightly  tilting  his  head  to  the  side  as  his  nose  picked  up  the  scent  of  blood.    He  was  well  aware  of  the  saying  curiosity  killed  the  cat,  he  was  a  lucky  one  by  already  being  UNDEAD.

          So  he  let  his  presence  be  known.

          Nothing  too  dramatic,  just  a  clearing  of  his  throat  as  he  stepped  closer,  finally  taking  a  good  look  and—  was  that  a  new  werewolf,  oh  that  made  things  more  interesting.    ❝  Are  you  in  need  of  a  hand  ?  ❞    Armitage  raised  a  brow,  he  wasn’t  offering  any  help,  far  from  that  to  be  quite  honest.    ❝  Because  it  seems  you  could  use  that.  ❞    Mouth  twitching  in  a  resemble  of  a  smile,  wide  enough  to  let  a  glimpse  of  fangs  show.    Perhaps  if  he  was  lucky  he’d  scare  him.    Though,  he  wasn’t  that  sure  about  it,  given  how  his  green  eyes  were  still  fixed  on  the  new  blood.    ❝  Or  rather  HE  could  use  the  help.  ❞    He  was  still  considering  all  the  various  options;  all  the  various  scenarios  he  could  found  himself  into  because  of  his  doing  but  he  didn’t  move.