Julian had spent a long time in this particular place. He had moved around to mask his existence, but now he had decided to stay at this house for a while. We should all know the old tales, right? About dragons, magicians and other magical creatures walking on this earth. In these modern times, that was stories for children. About the evil witches, and large dragons, about the world that no one had ever seen. Well, many did not believe in these creatures for real. How could magic exist in our modern society of logic and simplicity? They simply discarded magic because of the fact that they would be powerless to do anything about it if it showed to not just be... well, folklore. Sadly these people were ignorant, all of them wouldn't admit the truth. The magical community (which actually existed) had been forced to hide themselves. There had been made laws about performing magic in front of the "normal" race of humans, and magical creatures would have to be hidden away at any cost. Magicians lived very, very long, and Julian himself had been around for quite a few centuries, met historical persons and seen much, much more than any "human" on earth. He had been forced to hide away once the laws had come, and with his ability of shape-shifting, he had hidden himself under many names. For once in a while he was using his original first name, Julian. The name his mother had given him at birth. She died a few days after his birth and he had been trying to resurrect her at some point using magic, but after a few horribly gone wrong tests on dead animals, he was not going to give it a try. His mother would never come back as she had been before she died. She'd come back as a monster that had no humanity. After that he had been trying to live in solitude of both humans and magicians alike. He was unlikely to talk to people and only when it was deadly necessary he got out of his house. Even being an attractive man looking not a day older than 18, he had not managed to create many friendships in his long lifetime. He simply hated company. He found other people noisy, and his only companion was his cat, a black creature with unnatural red eyes. He was aware that this cat was a monster, or demon-cat that lived just as long as himself, if not longer. He had decided to never ever step out of the confines of his safe walls. That was, until he saw it on the streets. It was like a black puddle, deforming and growing back into shape as it moved in hiding of the shadows. There was a lot of people outside. He could not afford to let whatever creature it was get away. He swiftly pulled on his long, black coat and a pair of gloves to hide the magical marks on each of his palms. He had to get it to a secluded place, or they'd have casualties and a lot of people's memory to tamper with. Spells to affect the human memory took long and he'd rather not bother the magical community. He pulled the hood of his coat up and set out to find the creature that had gone in direction of a public park.