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[matheus liddell.]

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Matheus had a head-ache. A right painful one that nearly caused an annoying twitch to occur in her right eye. Of course, downing a glass of wine helped just a bit. Roaming the back streets of London also took a great toll on her, as the contrast of dark sky and bright street lamps were causing her to wince quite noticeably. She hated having nothing to do on such a nice Saturday night. Miss Math wasn't big on the whole... stripper scene, so she was trying to stay as FAR away from the local vampire-owned establishments and was choosing, rather, to roam the backstreets.

Stalking with a bit of a swagger to her step, she made her way along the main road. A good ways down she'd end up among the back alleys where said vampire establishments were. She didn't want a crowd. But what DID she want? Well, a nice breeze would do some good, but being surrounded by the back alley walls the breeze was pretty much void of hitting her here.

Dammit.

Kicking at a small rock by her feet, she glared at it as it rolled out to the middle of the road right as a car zoomed over it. Shrieking some, she ducked suddenly as the rock shot out from under the car's tire and shot back at her, hitting the wall instead. Well, THAT wasn't funny at all. Cheeks darkening some, she shot her chocolate gaze about for any sign that anyone had seen such a display and crossed her arms over her chest. How embarrassing. As far as she could see no one was around, but the stupid shadows were NOT helping one bit. Rubbing her bare arms, she curled her toes inside her heals and turned to begin walking again, huffing.

Matheus had been a werewolf for quite some time now, since she was a young teenager, so... why did she still panic when silly things happened? Hell, if that rock HAD hit her she would've been fine and with her reflexes she probably could've caught the damned thing. Math would just have to blame her jumpiness on the night and the fact that, well, the night just felt a bit... creepy.

[william gladwell.]

A low rumbling. A slow churning. Followed by a bit of pain. What did that add up to? Hunger.[/u] ; William hadn't eaten in two day's time. His last transformation had drained him far more than he anticipated it could have. Drained of strength and an aching, empty stomach, William needed to eat something so he wouldn't be in such a vulnerable position. Why, at the moment, William would be susceptible to almost any Vampires call; not that he'd be able to do much for them in his state. But still. William needed to find something to eat. He had no money, and he doubted he could be very persuasive looking like he was about to try and eat off your head. So instead, William was looking for anyone nearby that he might be able to "borrow" some money off of. But all he ran across was one of his more clumsy friends.

Miss. Liddell was by far, one of the more 'special' WereWolves he knew of. Strolling the back alleys of London at any time of day was probably not very wise. Vampires at nigh were one thing, but what if she were to run into a rabid pack of Leopards? Tastey, tastey wolfy. Oh well. Maybe he could bum some cash off her. Her display of 'grace' as a vehicle zoomed by her was priceless. William, even in his aching state', couldn't help but make his sides hurt by chuckling some. His right hand cupped over his belly, he made his way across the street at a steady pace and approached the startled Wolf.

Before his presence was known, obviously, the clicking of Matheus' heels had started echoing down alleys once again. Quickening his pace to catch her before she left his sight, his breathing started to get a bit heavier. My, my. If she were to hear him before she saw him, she probably would think she had a stalker. Well...she kind of did at the moment, but with good intent. It would be Mr. Gladwell's luck she was run away from him without turning back, then he'd have to result in eating someone instead of something. He stopped in exhaustion and placed his hand closest to the building on the wall to steady himself.

"Math-e-us...." Well this wasn't at all a prideful apearance by a Lion. Heavy breathing just from a short sprint? William was far too tired to do much more. He'd rather just sit down and wait for someone to try and rob him and then gobble them up, rather than chase someone down. Like he could right now. William's head lowered to face the sidewalk as his hair bounced down to shadow his face. Golden amber eyes disappearing behind heavy lids. His opposite hand cupping over his belly now. She'd probably think he'd been mortally wounded or something. Bet she'd get a kick out of knowing he was just really hungry. Trying to catch his breath, he gathered himself and stood up straight, awaiting for Miss Liddell's reaction to someone chasing after her.

[matheus liddell.]

Matheus absolutely hated these back roads - but, as she had decided earlier, she would rather dark allies than crowds. Only there was one LARGE problem with this choice of travel. Bums. Bums who probably would try to attack her short-skirted form and... do bad things to her. Matheus, though she couldn't catch disease or easily die, as she was a shapeshifter was still not very keen on the idea of... well, rape or any form of brutal torment. Thus, her heatbeat began speeding up at an abnormal rate.

Why?

Because of the thought? Well, she wasn't too sure. She was, however, pretty aware that there was now... something or someone with her. Eeeeee! Wait. Was that her name being... sort of said? Brown eyes went wide almost as soon as she girl spun on her heals to see her attacker fellow shapeshifter following the best he could? Hm? Glad she had refrained from aiming a nice smack or kick at her stalker's face and shin the girl's eyes quickly drew into a concerned narrow and she scurried as fast as she could in her heals to Mr. Gladwell's side. Willaim had always been a very kind person to her and, well, there was no reason to pull out a cautious flag in his presence - at least, not one she was aware of.

"Oh, Mr. Gladwell! Are you alright?!"

She said quickly, slurring words as she placed a small hand on his shoulder and offered him concerned eyes. Sure, he was a lion and the wolves had no set treaty with their small pride, but Math had no problem with William. He hadn't tried to eat her throat out, at least, which was good. "What happened; do you need me to get you anywhere? Does the rest of your pride know where you are?" She asked swiftly, her thick accent dancing over her tongue as she spoke, prepared to help the lion to wherever he needed to get. Gentle heart, that. Though having such a gentle heart was... well, not always a good thing.

As far as she was concerned, though, William would not use her 'gentle heart' against her and whatnot. Or would he? Personally Matheus was not a doubting person and often offered the benifet of the doubt before tossing out a round of accusations. Mind you, this was a good thing - more often than having a gentle heart was. Usually you got things sorted out before assuming the other person was going to do something wrong to you - like the moment at hand. William was probably just looking for help of some sort - whether he really was hurt or not. And Math would help, no doubt... ah, silly little Matheus.