http://goodjackal.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] goodjackal.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lt_safe_house2010-11-23 02:43 pm

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Date/Time: 23rd May, late afternoon
Place: Lobby
Status:public
Summary: Anubis checks in


Anubis looked up at the Manor, it was a lot nicer then most of the places he stayed in on his trip round Europe. Perfect place to rest up before moving on, and hay if things proved interesting he could always hang around a while, after all he wasn't in a rush. Shifting his bag he made his way up the steps and through the door.

[identity profile] roseheerkens.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose nodded and lead the new guest up the stairs and to the third floor.

"I don't want to seem rude or something, sir, but did you tell Belial that you'd find him by following his scent?"

[identity profile] roseheerkens.livejournal.com 2011-02-11 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's just unusal, you know. Humans's noses most certainly wouldn't be sharp enough to find someone by their scent. So I'm intrigued."

They were still climbing stairs and she looked back at him over her shoulder.

"In case you like to go hunting in your other form you might want to know that some inhabitants have pet animals that are not to be harmed."

[identity profile] roseheerkens.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
Me neither she thought but didn't voice aloud. It might be interesting to know if his sense of smell was as finely honed as hers or even better. But to find that out she'd need to tell him what she was and that wouldn't happen.

"I know, but I've mostly had contacts with humans in my life. At least before I came here and met angels and demons and so on..."

Well, she'd met more humans than wer, but only in numbers, because she had spent most of her time with the pack. And of course she'd met Henry.

When Mr. Delta told her he was a scavenger her brow furrowed.

"A scavenger? Isn't that boring? And isn't prey best when freshly killed?"

Sure, she couldn't always hunt fresh food when she was hungry, but just the tension of a hunt, the rewarding feeling of a kill...

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_silverfox/ 2011-10-16 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It sounded like he had led a pretty pampered life until now, being served food by priests and so on. Still, she'd always prefer hunting for herself over being served something someone else had hunted. She wanted the fun of the hunt, the thrill of the kill...

"What do you normally do all day that consumes so much of you time that you can't go hunting?" she asked, genuinely curious.