<div style="text-align: center">(I don't know where everybody is, but I chose The Docks to join)​</div>Louis never bothered no one. That was always his policy. It was a late night stroll after dark. A trip down memory lane. Maybe the male had tied a few too many on. A empty forty ounce bottle of some obscure alcohol hanging between nimble finger tips. He rotates it between his fingers before arm raises, and he throws the bottle spinning in the air. It cracks, and shatters sending glass shards in a million pieces against the metal wall of one the dock's abandoned warehouses. What used to breathe lifeblood into this port city was now an abandoned wasteland. The only people that hung around here were bums, and drunks. What has he become these days? A young man trying to strive, and prosper degraded to this. Lounging around moping like a pathetic sack of shit. He was truly the lowest of the life these days having sank, and became just like the remnants of the men before him in his lineage. His pace transitions from a slow stable walk to more of a crooked stagger. How many beers was that now..? 1..2..4..6.. Who even fucking knows anymore.<br/><br/>Since he'd developed the problem, the twenty two year old was often lurking here late at night. He'd established very few friends in his life, but the one he cared about the most? Was right here. A stray like the gangly young adult. Looking like a human stick figure at a height of seven one. There was not nearly enough muscle to pad his thin frame. "Salem.. where are you..? Here kitty, kitty.." he clicks his fingers together in repetitious rhythm walking along the docks. The cat was no lackey of any sort. It came on it's own terms. That's what he admired about the midnight furred beast. He was independent. Louis needed him more than the other sought him.<br/><br/>A sharp hiss breaks through the night as if it were about to crack the air itself. "Stupid fucking cat!" A group of four all stout men. Former fishermen, and dock workers who were down on their luck with the hard stricken area gathered around a barrel of fire. They were cooking crab, but in the center one of the male's was tugging, and yanking at cat's tail before tossing it into grass for it to land on it's feet. "It'll be fine, they've got nine lives!" The male boasted to his friends who all erupted in laughter. He got up to chase after the cat again who was too dazed to sprint. Golden amber orbs looking at Louis, his friend for help.<br/><br/>"Hey, motherfucker."<br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/sleepy-jpg.56555/" title="sleepy.jpg">
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</div></div>His tone is sharp as a knife cutting air, and causing the group of older men to freeze. "What's your problem, twink? 'Wer just trying to have some fun, here.." One of them counters. Canine's glisten as they are bared, but to the men before him who were not close enough to see the sharp utensils he was born with it'd just look as if he were smiling. "You touch my friend again, and I can't save you.." To make matters worse the raven had yet to feed. He became so ingrained with looking back on the past lately he wasn't taking proper care of himself. "Ya mean this fucker..?" the ginger haired male holds up the cat by his tail. The whole time it makes scared noises. "Yea, that fucker..-.."<br/><br/>Moving so fast he was nothing but a black blur the four men are dispatched in a manner that is disgusting, and grueling. Pain drawn out as they bleed from their necks. Mark of his fangs deeply engraved in each of the men. It wasn't a transformative bite, it was one that had sucked all life out of them, and left nothing but lifeless husks beneath him. The tall scarecrow looking male wiped his wrist over bloodied lips as tongue lashes out to meet, and lick up each remnant of blood as if it were sauce on a chicken wing he was cleansing.<br/><br/>There's a calming purr that alleviates every tension in the blood sucker's bones. Amber eyed friend brushing against one of his ankles. "Hey Buddy.. it's a nice night out." he says as small mischievous smirk draws itself on his features. "What a bunch of assholes.." he mutters looking back to the group he'd taken care of. "Don't worry, Saley I'm here now.." finger tips bend, and scratch at the scruff of the cat's neck that gets him curling around his hand.