Kaydan did not enjoy cold climates,  the ice, snow and bone chilling wind were annoying to say the least.  He missed the warmth of the south,  the humid air that always smelled vaguely  of plant life,  animals, and sweat.  All the air offered here was that lingering scent of frost, that could burn the nose if one wasn’t adapted to handle the temperatures,  which wasn’t hard for the lunar,  but,  even if one could adapt to the environment it did not mean that one would enjoy such a climate.<br/><br/>The lunar changed personas like most people changed clothes,  just yesterday he was living a simple life of a large wolf that roamed the frozen wastelands.  He had lived as the great beast for quite some time even taking a mate.  Most would sneer at just such a concept,  and many people would be unable conceive why he would do such a thing.  The truth was,   the Lunar loved his mutability and the ability to be whatever and whomever he pleased.  He would completely immerse himself in his new identities,  leaving behind everything that he had for his new life…  for a time,  before emerging from it yet again a changed man.  He learned more about himself, when he was another… perhaps it was because he learned by the absence of is very nature.<br/><br/>Today though, was different…  he was not a wolf,  but,  he was still a predator.  A monster that was barely contained in his human flesh.  He was on the prowl,  looking for either pleasant company or another creature to devour and become.   He was walking alone through the chilled air of the city, wearing his own body.  He wore leathers,  they were not particularly elegant but it protected him from the enviroment.<br/><br/>Kaydan was an attractive human,  that much was obvious to the casual observer.  He wasn’t particularly tall, standing a mere 5’8.  Yet,  there was something still imposing about him…  perhaps it was the eyes.  The large brown eyes that seemed to look at everyone and everything as another potential meal or bedfellow.  The young man had obvious musculature,  though it wasn’t bulky it was chorded like a beast.  He had long blond hair,  that was pulled into tight braids, and laced through ivory beads.   Too the not so causal the moon silver tattoos the danced along his body were quite obvious,  and that strange almost spider like markings that adorned his back<br/><br/>His  large brown eyes scanned the area,  drinking in the sights while his nostrils flared taking in the scent of the street.<br/><br/>Though, where to go?  That was the question that was currently rolling through the predatory beast’s mind.  He could spend a while in the guise of that harlot,  she usually had very interesting customers…  and perhaps,  one of them would be good enough to eat.  Yet,  that seemed like such an easy route and while a part of him was a spider,  sitting in a web waiting for something to come to him wasn’t exciting.  There was no thrill to that hunt,  just a few moans and groans…  and then the taste of warm red blood on his tongue.<br/><br/>He would instead think of another option,  something that would be more stimulating to all his desires.  Gambling perhaps? He could make a profit, have a conversation or two and perhaps take someone to his bed.   It was a lovely idea,  or so he told himself.  So,  he decided to take that particular course of action,  allowing his footfalls to lead him towards that lovely den of sin.  He could smell it from a distance,  the smoke,  and adrenline in the air called to him.<br/><br/>He needed to be there,  or so he told himself as he slipped into the parlour.  He pushed his way through the mass of people,  his eyes wandering even as he did so.  Yet,  for now…  no one seemed to spark his interest.  So,  he did what most any other bored young man would do,  he headed to the bar of the establishment and got himself the strongest drink that the tender had to offer.  He smiled sweetly, as he handed her the cash, and then took a sip from his glass… before swiveling his chair so his eyes were resting upon the door.