With his enhanced hearing, Victor had heard the explosion loudly and clearly from his position several hundred yards away across the grounds and - intrigued by the prospect of a fight more than out of any concern for the welfare of the mansion's inhabitants - he quickly dropped to all fours and raced towards the source of the noise, fangs bared. He caught the unmistakeable scent of charred flesh as he neared the lake, his nose wrinkling, his eyes scanning the water for any trace of explosive devices or mutants who could have caused the sound - and he found one, the shape of what seemed to be a person floating about in the water.
"Well, shit." The feral's first thought was that one of the kids had accidentally blown up another student, and, well... it made him laugh.
The water was shallow so there was no danger of her drowning unless she rolled over. It was dark so it was easy to see why Victor would mistake Betsy's lithe form for a student but upon further inspection he would not only see that the girl was just shy of 6 feet tall, most of which was legs, but that she wasn't exactly dressed like a student.
Her "uniform" consisted of tight black leather that exposed more than it covered, long black gloves and matching high-heel boots that stopped mid-thigh. With a get up like that she was either a superhero or a dominatrix.
However, the most interesting thing about her wasn't how she looked but how she smelled. Under the smell of stagnate water there was a hint of her own arousal and a certain feral who'd recently rubbed himself all over her.
As the feral moved into take a closer look, he realised that the person in the water was female, and perhaps a little older than some of the other kids around the place - and, perhaps more importantly, she was still breathing. But what really got him was that faint, unmistakeable scent clinging to her, that of his own heavy musk.
Now, that was confusing.
Victor certainly didn't remember having been up close and personal with any young females lately. Come to think of it, he didn't recall having been up close and personal with any of the mansion's inhabitants yet, although he already had intentions for some of them. Stepping closer her leaned down to take a closer look at the female, curious.
The words clung in the air, echoing in her mind and stirring her awake. The timber of his voice resonated. It was so familiar but when she managed to open her eyes and focus on the big man leaning over her, she couldn't place him.
Shaking her head slightly, Betsy closed her eyes again briefly. "I don't think so. My head... ugh, it hurts.
Her violet eyes stared up him through the darkness. "Help me sit up." She requested as she reached for him. "Oh, what happened to me?"
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With his enhanced hearing, Victor had heard the explosion loudly and clearly from his position several hundred yards away across the grounds and - intrigued by the prospect of a fight more than out of any concern for the welfare of the mansion's inhabitants - he quickly dropped to all fours and raced towards the source of the noise, fangs bared. He caught the unmistakeable scent of charred flesh as he neared the lake, his nose wrinkling, his eyes scanning the water for any trace of explosive devices or mutants who could have caused the sound - and he found one, the shape of what seemed to be a person floating about in the water.
"Well, shit." The feral's first thought was that one of the kids had accidentally blown up another student, and, well... it made him laugh.
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Her "uniform" consisted of tight black leather that exposed more than it covered, long black gloves and matching high-heel boots that stopped mid-thigh. With a get up like that she was either a superhero or a dominatrix.
However, the most interesting thing about her wasn't how she looked but how she smelled. Under the smell of stagnate water there was a hint of her own arousal and a certain feral who'd recently rubbed himself all over her.
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Now, that was confusing.
Victor certainly didn't remember having been up close and personal with any young females lately. Come to think of it, he didn't recall having been up close and personal with any of the mansion's inhabitants yet, although he already had intentions for some of them. Stepping closer her leaned down to take a closer look at the female, curious.
"Do I know you...?"
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Shaking her head slightly, Betsy closed her eyes again briefly. "I don't think so. My head... ugh, it hurts.
Her violet eyes stared up him through the darkness. "Help me sit up." She requested as she reached for him. "Oh, what happened to me?"
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