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Riley Aventine (amulius) wrote,

"Our kind has no desire to be romanticized." Riley replied scornfully. "Your lot has always been kind of fruity, and it's kinda funny when they start making weres look like pretty boys. I know that's pissing off the ugly-ass mongrels up north." He grinned briefly, and then his expression went stone-cold serious again, "We keep to ourselves, is all. It used to be easier before electronics and computers and such." There were a few oddball shifters who kept up with technology, and their jobs were to keep track of the little knowlege of shifters that was floating around the internet - purging it when a human came a little too close.

"It's not a shifter doing this." He added firmly, "Can't be. My pack doesn't go into the city, that's dead land. And we keep track of all the packless shifters that come into the area. But there's not enough of them to take down a vampire. Besides, packless don't band together unless they want to get themselves killed." He bared his teeth. "We're called the East Pack for a reason. Hartwick's great-granddaddy ran out or absorbed all the others years ago, my granddaddy kept the usurpers out, and Hartwick's daddy made sure the West Pack stays clear of our lands." He growled softly. "It's gotta be humans. Stupid humans, but organized ones. I knew we shoulda buried that silver mine near the foothills."