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Fallen into darkness, came another young night within the hour for those walking the path of this dark & mysterious city street. Related to all walks of life, looking for business or pleasure of the versus sorts. Among them what appears to be a handsome man, holding a serious demeanor expression.
Through his blue silver leering hues, light cream complexion, snowy white hair, slender but muscular form at a height of 6'2 all dress in black street attire. Emotionless expression of this mystifying man, cling to his face which came quite off-putting, for others crossing his path in-which the action serves this purpose. Only did his expression took a turn, with the lips forming a modest smile upon the approach a step away from his desired destination. In the heart of the city lies an rundown but quaint dinner, perfectly set in the most shady urban with the title; Detour Diner. “What a dump. Not even a dying starving mutt would eat the food out the trash from this place,” in whisper said the male with sliver hair. Despite his disgust, still the young looking man found his footing entering this establishment through the front door. Finding the interior just at bad as the exterior. Worn out carpeting in need of replacement, warped tables and chair that hardly looked clean, including the counter-tops lit under a gloomy lighting overhead, throughout the whole restraint. Likely so, there were a few clients of low standers eating here, yet surprising to find this place even having one customer. “Table for one?” Ask the hostess, after forthcoming towards the man yet he didn't answer, but manly roamed his eyes about, as if her were looking for someone. The sights set upon a middle age man, sitting himself at the far corner seated of counter area of the restaurant. And so the unknown male smiled evilly, looking towards the other male almost like prey. “I'll be seating myself at the counter, thank you, and may I have a word with your manager please,” he asked the hostess, and she immediately went to heed the kindly inquired request. Not to long after, came the manager asking, “yes... whats the problem,” rudely he worded. At that in-turn the replied was meet with a smile, while reaching the lips near the managers left ear, whispering; “this place is now close for the night, do we have an understand?” With his words a wad of cash came stuffed at the right pants pocket. A generous amount rarely refused. And so the manager cast out the few remained customers, along with the staff before setting the sigh at the door from open to close while setting the locks. Leaving only the silver-haired male and the middle aged man remaining
“Didn't think you were the one to show, since the bosses usually sends their henchmen to handle little matters, Mr. Lyle,” said the middle age man, addressing the other male as Lyle. “You know my name? I'm quite impress, considering I don't share that privilege even among friend nor allies, but with only those dead and buried. And you are, who?” Lyle asked. “No one important, just an every day hard working joe looking to keep his mouth shut, but with the right insensitive of course.” “So, this is nothing more then a shakedown I see. Very well, how much is it worth keep the matter silent to what you know?” The elder gentlemen compare to Lyle, held his tongue, since his mouth held large bits of meat from his steak dinner. Chewing slowly and loudly, being obnoxious and offensive, hindering the response to the asked question. “Nothing big, just $10.000.00 by mouthy for my silence.” “$10.000.00 per mouth? Seems quite much for nothing big ,” Lyle respond, “It's only nickles and dimes for a man like you with deep pockets. Very modest price compared to your big secret I know, so what will it be?” For a long moment, Lyle was silent with a plan expression. Setting in a frightening mood, before a sudden strong hold hand, came upon the shoulder of the extortioner. “How about we continue this conversation in a more privet surrounding, shall we?” Without the consent from the other male, Lyle forcefully in an aggressively violent manner, drag him to the kitchen back. One arm by the collar shirt he pinned the man to the wall. “What are you going to do, kill me? Your fucked if anything happens to me. You and your business dealings is neck deep in so much shit, it's enough to put you away for life if it gets out. That will happen if you kill me. Because a buddy of mine is ready to spill the beans if I don't report back in the next 5 minutes or so.” The threat appealed to no scene of fear, rather Lyle smug cocky through a smirk, “Is that all you know about me? Then you don't know the half of it Sir.”
A low but heavy growl uttered from Lyle's lips, as his mass and height form slowly doubled in size, while the sky blue eyes turn to a gold yellow color. The growls cam louder with added changes to his form. Thick gray and white fur sprouting from the skin, along with razor sharp claws and fangs, revealing the werewolf form before the blackmailer to behold, looking upon Lyle with great terror. “Did you really think I was going to allow you to extort me? Your friend has been long dead before I came to meet with you, so was it worth all the trouble? Did you even care to think about the impact of your treachery, will have on the people around you? Well, no matter, since you won't be alive to see them suffer. Your associate will suffer, your friends will suffer, your family will suffer.” Slowly Lyle began to bare his fangs, as the mans last outcry bagging for his life which heeded no since of leniency. In the end on the following scream, crimson red splattered all over the kitchen walls once the wolf ripped into the other males throat. Leaving him to choke on his own blood, to dying slowly and watched with a smug expression, feeling as though this troubling matter is now settled. However Lyle found himself handling another affair. “Who there? Show yourself!” He scented the presents of another, likely there's someone who'd watched all that had transpired here. “Come out,” he growled in a firm tone, “I know your there, hiding.”
