supernatural things yes.

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[It was a centuries old rivalry. As cliche as the entire werewolves versus vampires thing sounds, it's always been a thing. Marked lands and certain territories. John had heard stories as a pup about the rivaling clan, their clan leader mysterious as always. Disappearing for months on end, and coming out only when he absolutely had to.

As John grew he became more curious, venturing on the lines as young adult, and going as far as crossing them when he was almost mature. He wanted to take risks, as next in line to be the Alpha dog he needed to know the lines well. He wanted to know the territories.

It's the dead of winter now as John is exploring, sniffing out where the lines diverge and the territories divide. He's crossed into their ground with full knowledge that he is there. Usually as long as he isn't causing any trouble they don't bother him, but their seem to be a pair of watchful eyes on him tonight as he heads into a moonlit clearing.]

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[rememberstime]

[Tonight is one of those nights that Dave is out. He seldom usually surfaces, keeping his operations pretty underground. His networking is spot on, so he knows of his clan and their conditions. The less he has to be social, the better.

It's not that he hates people, but he's been dead (because he's technically not alive) for so long that his interest in social interaction has dwindled. As long as there weren't any trouble, he let his clan do what they want and didn't much keep up with territory dispute other than to intervene when shit was starting to become a nuisance.

But he was hungry and so he was out. Maybe John will smell the strong stench of blood. Dave didn't exactly eat too cleanly.]

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[The stench reaches his strong nose eventually. He stays hunched down, sniffing around the ground and near trees. Where was it. Where was the stench coming from. Vampires were primal in that matter, leaving blood everywhere when they ate. One of them must have just recently made a kill.

Heh.

John growls at the tree that smells the strongest. Who is up there. Yeah, John might be picking a fight here. Who knows.]

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Do you all just follow your nose into someone's business all the time?

[Dave was sitting on one of the branches. He's just got a plain dress shirt and slacks on, but the dress shirt has blood on it. Honestly, his entire sleeve is drenched and its probably because that's definitely a hear in his hand.] Last I checked, we don't go harassing any of you when you decide to get food.

[John probably has never seen Dave before. He's tended to stay out of sight.]

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[John scrunches his nose, he's the full wolf right now. Large in stature and hunched like he would attack. He lets loose an unrelenting howl. Of course he wants to bother this stranger- he's never seen him before. There were a few others of this clan that he had crossed battles with...none of the exuded such an aura of leadership.

If this is who John thinks it is, he's going to have one hell of a night.

John doesn't really call this harassing either, he calls it.."staking his claim". His territory could use expanding to be honest. Hopefully Dave gets that message. He wants a territorial fight out of him.]

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[You can hear the roll of his eyes in the tone of his voice.]Fine. You're honestly going to regret this. [Really. He really hates being disrupted while he was eating. He jumps out of the tree and lands on his feet with ease.

Dave was tall and slender. His hair almost looked white, especially in the moonlight. His eyes were a bright red. He's still got the heart in his hand, and doesn't look like he intends to drop it either.] Well? I'm not gonna wait forever for you to decide that you can actually attack.

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[At least the other was entertaining the thought. The ferocity in his eyes and stature evolve. It's more of a bloodthirst now. He wanted nothing more than to make his father proud of him- if he could stake land for his pack then he would be even more suitable to become the Alpha.

He snarls, pouncing somewhat blindly towards Dave. He's bigger than Dave. His stature is stronger. He's going to pin him and rip his throat out- if he can. This vampire was already annoying. Not dropping that heart to fight him two handed.

What is he, cocky?]

[rememberstime]

[Dave dodges him with ease and throws a punch straight for John's stomach.

He's allowed to be cocky. Well, probably not. But he knew that John was young and way over his head. He knew that currently, the other was no match. John probably had no idea who he was going up against.] You have no idea who I am, do you?

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[John isn't quite as quick, and he yelps as it's nearly a direct hit. Fuck, he was strong.

He snarls, going headstrong after Dave again. Intent to wound, intent to get that smug look off of Dave's face. He didn't give a fuck who he was, he could be an underling of the clan, he could be the leader. John ould still fight him.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave's face is actually pretty passive. He honestly just wants to eat and go home. God, he doesn't care about your damn pride of being superior. He just fucking wants to eat and head back before dawn.

Dave decides he'll try and end this quickly. He's quick to go for John's throat and hopefully use his momentum to fling John into the closest tree.]

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[Dawn was two hours away, couldn't Dave fancy this a little longer. John yelps again, flying through the air into a tree and for a moment it does look like he's down. He's winded and he's whining...but that doesn't stop him from getting back up again.

He wouldn't lose. He couldn't. This wasn't what he came here to do. He was intent to beat this vampire as he did some of the others. He hunches for another attack, teeth bared. Another good hit and he probably wouldn't be able to retain his wolf form.

With everything he's got- he lunges again.]

[rememberstime]

[He isn't sure if John is resilient, stubborn, or just an idiot. Probably a mixture of all three. But he's growing tired of this and he really wants to turn in for the night.

While John lunges at him with all his might, he clenches his free hand into a fist and aims a good punch right at John's jaw.] Just stay-

He slams his fist into John's face.] -down![And that cracking sound isn't from John's jaw. It was definitely from Dave's hand. He really did not give a shit about what injuries he may get if it meant taking this kid down so he can leave. Even if it meant breaking bones on John's face to keep him down.]

[longwinded]

[John was right, it was after that hit that he morphed again. He turns his head- spitting blood. If this asshole thought he was done then he was sorely wrong. His teeth are still bared as if he were still in his wolf form, and he's still primal in the way he brings back his fist to try and bring him down.

Fuck giving up. That isn't what he's about.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave dodges John's fist. There was no way a kid who wasn't even thinking was gonna get an upper hand when he was completely in his right mind. He broke his hand on John's jaw though so he'll have to resort with some well placed kicks.

He aims a kick at John's side. He was gonna keep beating this kid up until he stopped getting up. Jesus Christ.]

[rememberstime]

[No one has seen Dave in days. His people know not to. He's made it obvious, and his clan knew anyways.

Run ins with hunters can always be a pain in the ass. He just forgets how low they can play sometimes. They're dealt with, like always, but not without struggle.

Dave always made sure to protect his clan. He just didn't expect that they'd nearly take him out with it. But hunters play dirty. They also like to play, which was probably the only reason he survived to tell the tale.

He's buried himself in his blanket and hasn't left his bed since he's gotten back. His body isn't too happy with him. He needs to feed to heal, but how can he feed if he can't even get himself out of bed? The healing process is slow as hell.]

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[John had been recently avoiding Dave. Checking up on him but otherwise not bothering him at all. Just knowing the vampire was still around and kicking was enough for him.

It's been a while. A week, maybe two? No sign or word from Dave. He hates to have to do the same thing again that he did last time- but it's necessary. The window is going to break (again), and John is going to find himself faced with something he never thought he would have to face.]

...Dave? [He looks...unwell?]

[rememberstime]

[Dave sits up. His movements are slow, unlike the previous times where he had tackled John down in a blink of an eye.

He looks like hell warmed over. His skin was completely burnt everywhere. At the very least, he doesn't smell like burning flesh, but the smell lingers a bit in the room. He's got a lot of large cuts that are haphazardly stitched up. You can still see the raw flesh where a stitch wasn't done too well.

Dave's mouth is in a thin line before he speaks.] Seriously? Did you break my window again? Should I even bother fixing it? [If John pays very close attention, he might notice the absence of teeth.]

What do you want? I don't want to have to deal with you.

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[John has a pretty strong nose, he can smell whatever is going on in here. He looks really concerned, and even more so when Dave sits up. John is confused. Who would do such a thing? Who would go so far as to try and take Dave down like this?

There is a pang in his chest, protectiveness or something.]

Sorry about the window, hadn't caught wind of you in a few days and I got worried. For a good reason.

[He doesn't come closer, but he doesn't leave.]

I don't want anything.

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I don't go out that often. [And usually it's to eat than disappear back in his apartment. He checks on his clan and spends whatever free time on his own after.]

If you don't want anything than go away.

[He just flops back down. He doesn't even have it in him to try and kick John out.] I don't want to feel like crap and deal with you at the same time. [Especially when he's starving right now. He's too tired to be irritated about starving. Ugh.]

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You go out often enough that I'm able to catch your scent if I'm around. [He narrows his eyes at Dave. This wasn't a matter of him "bothering" Dave or Dave having to deal with him. It was a matter of someone fucked Dave up and now they are going to have to pay.]

Nevermind anything else, who did this to you? [John is on his haunches and he actually might look pretty pissed about this?]

[rememberstime]

[Dave just throws his blankets over himself. Why can't John just go away? He doesn't want to talk about this. The idea is humiliating.] Why do you wanna know?

[Like hell he's telling John willingly.]

[longwinded]

So I can go rip their throat out?

[His tail is wagging like that is an okay thing to do. But that is probably something that would make him a Very Bad Dog.]

[rememberstime]

Am I asking for your damn help? I don't think I am.

[Dave is being really stubborn for no reason. He doesn't want help. Not from John. John, who's forced himself into his life.]

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You're not. But you're also in no position to refuse help. If someone came by and figured out you were hurt like this, they would kill you faster than you could even think about defending.

[Don't be fucking stupid. Is essentially what John is trying to say here.]

[rememberstime]

Don't tell me shit I'm aware of. I've been around the block longer than you have been alive. And then some. There's a reason I'm not dead already.

[And John is assuming that his clan isn't around.] You don't think we don't have ways to conceal ourselves? You don't think those assholes aren't looking for me? They've been trying to find me for decades.

[Dave just sounds tired and exasperated. Can't muster the energy to sound pissed.] I don't need help.

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[He gets extra protection then. Fluffy and unmoving protection. He's already shifted back to his wolf form and curled himself back up on the floor of Dave's room.]

You don't need help, but you could need help.

When you're down like this a little extra protection is never a bad thing.