[cat]

Anna shoved open the door with her muzzle, and entered the lobby. Her nails clicked on the dirty tile as she looked at the peeling posters. It was shame the theater closed down. It must have been once beautiful and thriving, now reduced to dust and darkness. Mustiness filled her nose, and Anna walked further down to avoid it. She was perfectly at home in the dark as she made her way to the abandoned room. The large stage was empty, the piano sitting to one side hadn't been touched in months. Anna leapt up onto one of the red velvet chairs, and it squeaked with the sudden weight. She faced the stage as if the show was about began. She knew it wasn’t. Truthfully, she just liked being surrounded by the old glamor and gold finishing that walls offered. It reminded her of her owners, how rich and grand their home had been. That is, until they abandoned her. There were times when she wondered if she had ever needed them at all.

Her face twisted in disgust as she cleaned a kernel from her paw. At least the young humans weren’t here anymore. They were the ones responsible for this mess. Anna sighed softy, breaking the silence. Why did she bother coming here? Yes, it was a new place, but after awhile new got boring. Her ears pricked at the sound of approaching paw steps, but she gave no indication that she heard them. Surprise would be on her side, if only for a few seconds.

[Apex]

Color smattered hackles raised in defense against the wind, it wasn't horrible just annoying enough for his colored mohawk to rise. It was a thick smattering of fur that ran from the top of his skull, wrapping around his shoulders and running down his back till the begining of his tail. He was a massive brute, standing just shy of 31 inches and weighing a hefty 120 pounds of muscle, therefor many stayed out of his path but even he couldnt deny mother nature. And she was being oh so clear about the coming downpour, it was from her signs that he made his way throughout the abandoned town, searching for an easily accesible shelter. His long and heavily scarred legs reached out to the ground in a manageable pace, carrying him briskly to his unknown destination, thudding the ground with a practiced ease.

He was in one of his usual thoughtful states, pondering anything and everything when he suddenly stopped. He stood before the old theatre, its golden clad doors flapped open and close with the growing power of the wind, almost taunting him to go inside and he did. The building was stale, dust cloaked everything, taking away from the grandness it had once been and lending to an eerie feeling..but Deluca went along unbothered. He was a monster, had been raised as one in an old Mob Family, he had seen horrors that would have scarred others so badly they would need therapy. So a shoddy, old building did nothing but intrigue him and excite the animal in him. He took his time exploring before wandering into the main hall, its velveteen seats were ripped and frayed but still stood as testament to the old buildings resolve.

He stiffened suddenly, the scent of another dog filled his nose, it was a female and she was alone. Hackles rose slightly, and black lips curled marginally to reveal creamy canines, his mocha orbits searched the dankness of the theatre. It took a second before he focused on her slender figure, she looked almost ghostly in this setting, her white fur a beacon in the grayness of the cathedral. Deluca maneuvered around to the aisle she was on, walking stiffly till he was a few rows away from her, launching his hulking frame into one of the seats. It creaked ominously under his weight before settling into silence, Deluca made himself comfortable, resting his head on the armrest before addressing her. "I thought I would be in an audience of none, I guess I shall be sharing your company Little Ghost."He said, his voice a deep rumble tinged with a slight Russian accent, his coffee colored optics never left the unfamiliar female.

[cat]

“Yes.” Her voice was soft and cultured, breaking the silence his gravely voice left. She turned her head with a smile, watching him carefully. He was big, certainly bigger than her. But brawn did not equal brains, and his large size would make it hard for him to maneuver the seats. She was made for agility. The front row was where she sat, and it provided her with an unparalleled view of the empty stage."It appears you are the show, darling." Her narrow muzzle that had crushed many a windpipe opened in another smile, indicating his place. She studied him now, taking in his tan coat, and scarred face that held eyes that seemed to dance with sparks. She was going to get burned if she continued, but this brute interested her. 

The wind above them had picked up, and made the structure creak louder than the chairs. She regarded the male with the same cool look, her own dark eyes never wavering from his face. Anna continued to study him, her eyes flicking once over the rest of his body. His body was covered in scars, telling tales of violence and death much like her own. She thought of the long, spindly scar going up her leg, from teeth that had grazed up in a desperate attempt to save himself. Anna buried the memory again. She hated showing emotion. It let others know what you were thinking. And Anna didn’t want someone inside her head. Enough judges had done just that. But she was better then them: better than the dogs she killed. Smarter. This one was no different. Or perhaps he was. Only time would tell. Anna didn’t mind. She had all the time in the world.

[Apex]

His coffee eyes stayed glued to her, not certain if she was a threat or not yet, he was her superior physically but she was his in terms of maneuverabilty, especially in the cramped quarters of the seats. She was beautiful, but her pelt was damaged by scars as was his, a particularly noticeable one crawled up her leg. It was a snasty scar but it bore testament to her surviving if not fighting inclined nature and he regarded her as something to be guarded around. Her voice was soft but something of a threat was laced in her words, his bronze lens narrowed in response..he could tell she thought him dumb. Brawn but no brain and it was the farthest thing from the truth, he was cunning, one didn't survive as long as he did without it and being raised Mob style meant you stayed quick of mind.

His lenses drank in her body as hers did him, analyzing her, she was pelted with a ghostly down and slender, feminine features, every part the epitome of a cultured lady. She referred to him as the show..maybe he was. He had once been handsome, but now scars made his body into a breathing vulgarity, most females were put off by his heavy physical imperfections. Not to mention that he had only 25% of his vision left in his right eye, a hook shaped scar ran across it in public history, so it was only normal that his head tipped to the side as he regarded her. "No it appears you are the show." A comment directed towards her beauty with the same soft threat laced witin his words that had been in hers. "My name is Deluca." He quipped without prompting, with the same rumbling Russian tinged tone as before, she was intriguing to him.

[cat]

Anna nodded in response to his courtesy. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other. She wanted to get out of the theater that was quickly turning chilly. Her coat only served as a thin buffer of protection. Getting cold was an entirely human thing, and at times Anna cursed her weak body. “Anna.” Her smile had turned into a smirk. She could feel him studying her like a virus in a petri dish, but it was only fair as she’d done the exact same thing to him. He was fit for a man of his age, perhaps of a tough background, if the scars meant anything. Anna’s mind was already working, trying to analyze him, but she’d need more time with him before she made any conclusions. Not that she minded. A gentleman’s company was always welcomed.

Blood smelled like pennies. That’s what she’d learned the second time around. Anna had never paid attention to the smell before, but when it came into her nose she was forced to pay attention. Thomas had been the second guest, and too smart for his own good. He had realized her true intentions in time to attack. She had moved to wrestle with him, but not before he had cut her paw with his teeth. It had been a shame to put out such a brilliant light, but it was something that had to be done. She thought of the scar absently now, the memory had sprung to her mind unbidden. But she shouldn’t get lost in memories. There were so many involving death. It seemed Deluca knew more than his fair share on the subject. “What brings you here besides the weather?”

[Apex]

She was a quiet if not an analytical creature by nature, she took her time sizing him up and he could tell she was a predator just as he was. She regarded every aspect of him as if he were a potential enemy, which he was not because provocation was not present, just as he had done. Living in a Mob Family meant there was a constant shift of rank all beneath the power of Don Vic, you had to know every detail of your friend potnentially turned contender for rank in order to survive. Considering his partial blindness he was ever keen to make sure he compensated for his weakness by knowing the achilles heel of any stranger or friend. He watched her with his head tilted so his good eye could view her fully, she was a slight thing but that made her lithe as well but her pelt wasn't made for the chilly interior of the theatre. It was obvious by her shifting movements, he was in thought when her soft lyrics called out to him again. "Ah so her name is Anna, ladlylike enough for someone of her aesthetics" He thought mildly to himself, watching her coy smile shift to a smirk as she noticed him running his russet orbits over her like a scanner.

He considered her next querry for a moment before answering to it. "I come and go as I please...but it is time I got to know NewWaif little more personally." His deep bass voice rumbled in reply. Don Vic had once been the King of the scummier parts but after the Cain Mob Families disentegration and Deluca's exile he had taken it upon himself to explore NewWaif. Whether it was for future conquer or as a mental map to be used for a nomad was still to be determined although he was particularly keen on restoring the name of the Cain Mob and honoring his late adoptive father. "What brings a lady of your nature here..?" He wondered where she would go for warmth seeing how the storm was just begining to rage and a soaked pelt only meant a colder body. His golden speckled eyes twinkled with the expression likened to a fox.