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Leon the Spiteful
With Alex leading the way through the foyer, Leon fell into step behind Jillian, taking care to keep her between both he and the detective lest they were ambushed. By whom (or what), he hadn't the slightest, butbetter safe than sorry... Or eaten, or mangled, or maimed, or beheaded-
The Spiteful blinked, refocusing on the task at hand. Taking a deep, silent breath, he slowly exhaled, extending his consciousness by way of his enhanced senses. The tiny hairs on his arms, though undetectable from afar, stood on end; he could feel the stale, arid air as if it were solid, brushing against his skin like jelly encased in plastic. He could, quite literally, hear a pin drop.
In his hyper-aware state, he glanced at the detective's back, a grimace darkening his features; he sensed the werelion's despair, feeling it himself momentarily. What happened to you, White?
As they made their way up the creaky steps, a smirk formed at the vampire's ashen lips upon hearing Alex's warning. "I should be saying that to you, Detective." His voice softened as he continued, concern coloring the words, "Be on your guard, White. We have no idea what's in this house."
The tang of copper invaded Leon's senses; they had reached the study. A low, hungry growl tore from his throat in response; he quickly coughed to cut it short, chuckling. "Ahem, pardon me." He shot Jillian a sheepish, apologetic grin. He moved to the side to give her room to investigate the sigil, eyes snapping up just as the book fell from the shelf. At once, he was at the detective's side, reading the highlighted words. Before he could agree with the man's apt assessment, he sensed a fourth presence in the room with them.
Melting-chocolate eyes narrowed into a predator's gaze, darting past Jillian, attempting to locate the intruder. He choked back a short gasp, barking out suddenly, "Jillian, get over here now!"
She was standing in the middle of the sigil.
With Alex leading the way through the foyer, Leon fell into step behind Jillian, taking care to keep her between both he and the detective lest they were ambushed. By whom (or what), he hadn't the slightest, butbetter safe than sorry... Or eaten, or mangled, or maimed, or beheaded-
The Spiteful blinked, refocusing on the task at hand. Taking a deep, silent breath, he slowly exhaled, extending his consciousness by way of his enhanced senses. The tiny hairs on his arms, though undetectable from afar, stood on end; he could feel the stale, arid air as if it were solid, brushing against his skin like jelly encased in plastic. He could, quite literally, hear a pin drop.
In his hyper-aware state, he glanced at the detective's back, a grimace darkening his features; he sensed the werelion's despair, feeling it himself momentarily. What happened to you, White?
As they made their way up the creaky steps, a smirk formed at the vampire's ashen lips upon hearing Alex's warning. "I should be saying that to you, Detective." His voice softened as he continued, concern coloring the words, "Be on your guard, White. We have no idea what's in this house."
The tang of copper invaded Leon's senses; they had reached the study. A low, hungry growl tore from his throat in response; he quickly coughed to cut it short, chuckling. "Ahem, pardon me." He shot Jillian a sheepish, apologetic grin. He moved to the side to give her room to investigate the sigil, eyes snapping up just as the book fell from the shelf. At once, he was at the detective's side, reading the highlighted words. Before he could agree with the man's apt assessment, he sensed a fourth presence in the room with them.
Melting-chocolate eyes narrowed into a predator's gaze, darting past Jillian, attempting to locate the intruder. He choked back a short gasp, barking out suddenly, "Jillian, get over here now!"
She was standing in the middle of the sigil.