Glorious Contamination (Marie)

There were some places that didn't need to wait for night to be dark and dank and crawling with danger. Tazhee's home was intentionally in such an area, and so even when the sun struggled to rise above the looming run-down buildings and dodge the thick, splotchy clouds it was too dark to wear sunglasses.

Tazhee didn't wear sunglasses unless it was too bright anyway. His eyes didn't ache and burn here. This place soothed them, even as it crept across his skin like a living film of filth. The air was thick and close here, scented with a hundred thousand different taints, and it was definitely the sort of street where you wore old boots and considered burning them afterwards.

Unless, of course, you were familiar with cleaning such decay, in which case you could get away with wearing soft leather and close-fitting clothing like a wisp of black fog. Tazhee regularly cleaned off both city filth and far stickier substances, and had actually cleaned both out of his current outfit before.

He liked hunting in this scarf, but he wasn't really hunting right now. He was just out on some minor errands, and was heading back to his restaurant to make sure his staff was preparing properly. This was supposed to be what other people called a 'day off.'

He would probably go hunting later out of sheer boredom.

@"mariosaur"

@"mariosaur"

Tazhee didn't particularly react when someone glanced off his shoulder. He wasn't afraid of physical contact, and he wasn't bothered by it. He noticed, of course, and was curious: here, running into someone often preceded violence.

A woman who would likely be spectacularly expensive at any of the local employers - if it weren't for her attitude and tone.

The chupacabra smiled at her, but it wasn't a pleasant smile. Even if he hadn't had fangs rather than teeth it would not have been pleasant. "It can be hard to watch for shadows in the dark," he said softly. It might have seemed like he was accepting her apology. It might not have. It was rather calculated for obscurity; Tazhee wanted to see which way she would let it fall.

@"mariosaur"

Hm. Tazhee rather thought he smelled an element of calculation. He didn't think that this woman was a cop, though. That was... usually a different feel. Besides, if she consented to anything she could hardly accuse him of anything.

And if she didn't leave alive. Well. There were ways of making the dead talk but that tended to require access to the corpse.

"Well, sometimes there's no point in watching for something you can't see; you find out about it when it arrives no matter how attentive you are."