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Subject: ...Running after Riches...

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Telcoltl Mateo

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Date Posted: 19:33:50 08/18/09 Tue

..He had holed himself up in a enginerring room of some type. The room itself was small and he could touch either wall easily with outstretched arms. A series of pipes and plumping ran behind him. He could hear the liquid gush through the tubes. The walls were grimy with years of dust and neglect. His nose stung with the fumes of the subway trains, the filth, and the wrenched smell of the werewolves that hung under the track lines. But he had heard them coming just in time and he'd secured the door hiding his figure as a stocky bunch walked nearer. He'd been dead for years but he knew they'd smell him. He braced himself with his palms flat against the walls and listened. They'd stopped talking and he could hear the gust of wind exit their hairy nostrils with recognition of his scent. He couldn't see their exchanged glance and the countdown to bust in the door on him. But he sensed a growing tension and reacted accordingly. The two were pushing their large bodies against the door but Telcoltl beat them to it. He knocked them backwards with the force of his own body against the door. Its hinges gave way and the door collapsed halfheartedly on the men. Telcoltl wasted no time noting their faces. He could care less. He sprinted.

There was third beast halfway down the tunnel and Telcoltl leaped into the air with an outstretched naked upper half. He snagged a pipe across the ceiling and pushed his boots off the man's shoulder. He dropped down in a flash and continued barreling towards the sky. This subway was a mess of tubes and mazes and he only wanted to fresh air and the night sky one more time.

He ran with a precision of years of practice. His body was well trained and he didn't rush or bound of walls in a display of uncontrolled momentum. He never touched a wall save once when his finger dug into the corner and the centrifugal force brought him careening into another were.

He could smell the change in the air as the unseen darkness of the night poured down the stairs and over the subway platform. He could hear the bays and yells of alert echoing ahead of him and behind him. Each tunnel that caught side of him bounced the sound back. If he was going to escape, he'd have to do so now.

He leapt from the tracks to the platform and bounded for the stairs. His cold fingers gripped around even colder metal as he tugged his half clothed body upwards and hurtled for the night sky. He crashed into the empty street with a huff of effort before disappearing into the darkness. His pale back disappeared into the darkness.

His run in the tunnels had done several things. 1) It had alerted the werewolves and shifters to his presence. 2) It had given him a layout of their land. 3) his shirtless body had left his stench behind for many more days to come. See you later, weres.

(occ: No need to reply, just had to get you guys to know The Coven leader is reeeeady to take ya dooown! :)

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