[Not your normal Omi]

[freesiaofblood]

It's night, and Omi's sitting on the roof of a building. You might notice that there's something rather... off... about the smallest kitten. The full moon's light doesn't help much, but does his skin look a bit paler to you? And are his eyes just a bit brighter and a more clear blue than you remember

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[tomoonbound]

If Ken was a lesser wolf, he'd be running amok on the streets right now. As it was, the compulsion to run was irresistible--but he could do so without terrifying everyone in the city, and could even do so outside wolf form. If he wanted.

But at the moment, he didn't want. At least until he caught a familiar scent on the wind, the smell of another predator, overlaid with the scent of someone that, as he recalled, shouldn't be anything of the sort. He hadn't missed that much by going off to retake his pack's territory, had he? Surely Ran or Youji would have gotten in touch with him.

Panting slightly from his running across rooftops, Ken padded over to look at Omi questioningly, before his body twisted and stretched, returning to its other shape.

"...Omitchi?"

[tomoonbound]

Well that was fast. Ken sighed, standing up to brush snow off his clothes deliberately. It may have been his job to protect humans from rogue Supernaturals, but that didn't mean he couldn't let Omi scare the shit out of the bastard first.

He leapt from the roof, shifting in mid-fall before landing in a crouch next to Omi and shoving him aside with a warning growl. He probably tastes terrible anyway, Omi, Ken can catch the reek of stale piss and drugs from all the way over here.

[freesiaofblood]

Omi hissed at Ken, his fangs bared. He didn't want to hurt this person, who wore the skin of his friend, but no one got between him and a meal.

"Out of my way," he growled.

[tomoonbound]

The wolf shook his head--can't do that, Omi, sorry. Much as the guy might deserve the justice, that's a matter for other humans to take care of. But he couldn't exactly say that--in his wolf form he was dependent on body language, telepathy if it was a possibility. His mouth and throat weren't properly shaped to speak.

[freesiaofblood]

"I will fight you, if you get between me and my meal." Omi's voice was as cold as his skin, if not colder.

[tomoonbound]

Yes, because fighting with an Alpha werewolf on the night of a full moon is a good idea. Ken snorted, casting a brief glance over his shoulder. ...the idiot human hadn't moved, except to cower against the wall in fear. Fantastic. That would make this confrontation so much easier.

Ken ducked his head, ears twisting backwards, the fur around his neck starting to stand in a thick ruff.

[freesiaofblood]

Omi cared not, as he attempted to sail past the werewolf and latch onto his prey. Omi may have been a fledgling, but his Master was the Dark Lord, Dracula himself, and that lent him more power than a normal vampire.

[tomoonbound]

Which might have worked, if Ken were any slower, any weaker. But he wasn't--especially not tonight. With a snarl, he threw himself at Omi's side, to knock him off course again, before snapping his teeth. No.

[freesiaofblood]

Omi was slammed into the wall of the narrow alley.

"I didn't want to have to hurt you."

[tomoonbound]

You can try. Ken circled to be sure he was between Omi and his intended target. Really, it'd be nice if the idiot would run for it.

He planted his paws, head still low, ears still back, tail held stiffly upright, a low, steady growl coming from his throat. Still think you want to try it?

[freesiaofblood]

It was far past the time Omi should have fed, and there was no way he was letting anyone get in his way. Even if that meant fighting the werewolf.

"I'll give you one last turn to run."

[tomoonbound]

Ken didn't run. He clicked his fangs together once more, standing his ground.

[freesiaofblood]

Omi launched himself again, but not at the frightened man, but the werewolf in front of him. Claws dug into fur, and he tried to shove the wolf out of the way.

[tomoonbound]

Ken's fur was thick, good armor against attacks--even if it wasn't, it was the full moon. Its energy sang through Ken's veins, lending him strength and speed--both of which he already had in spades.

He shifted slightly, but more to get a better angle than to let himself get pushed out of the way. With a snarl, he lunged, teeth bared to dig into skin. He'd fought vampires before--ones with hundreds of years more experience and the power to back them up as well. Ken wasn't afraid.

[freesiaofblood]

Omi was thrown again. Even with his instincts driven by hunger, he was no match for the other. However, those same instincts were pushing rational thought from his mind, and focusing on what it needed: fresh blood.

[tomoonbound]

Ken, meanwhile, had decided it was now time to go on the offensive. He leapt, aiming to knock Omi off his feet and pin him until he regained some semblance of control.