<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Kumiho<br/><strong>Content:</strong>First meetings<br/><hr/><br/>Prague - what a city. Max had done a good amount of travel in his life, but this was his first time in the still relatively new Czech Republic. He had been basically a toddler still when the country separated from its Eastern neighbors, and since that time the place had flourished mostly as a tourist destination. On his flight over he had read that basically the Czech Republic had as many visitors every year as it had citizens, which seemed pretty crazy to him, but it seemed to do well for the place.<br/><br/>He'd gotten into town two days before and had spent his time exploring every nook and cranny of Prague's Old Town and Lesser Town areas. The food was ridiculously delicious, as was the beer, and their local spirit 'Becherovka' which reminded many people of Jagermeister, only it tasted good. Over those two days he'd absorbed (in a quite mundane way) all sorts of history and sights, taking a greater interest in them than he thought he normally would. Generally Max was a chill on the beach, or party in the clubs kind of guy but places like this had recently been taking a bit more of his interest. But even more than the history, he'd been growing curious about something else. A couple times while wandering around he'd picked up a scent that seemed familiar, but in a city this large with so many people there was more than just one other Evolved around, and he'd never gotten close enough to pick up a good idea of what the scent was.<br/><br/>That is, at least, until now. He'd picked up the scent a couple streets over and then started to make his way through the crowd and towards a much smaller street, his sneakered footsteps light on the cobblestone paths of the city, his tshirt and leather jacket just enough to keep him warm in the chilly but not snowy winter the city faced. The scent he'd picked up seemed somehow familiar, though when he caught it in the crowd earlier he hadn't seen anyone he knew, but now he had a good line on it and as he made his way down the street he was curious what he would find.