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[Color=darkslategray][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening
[Color=darkslategray][b]Location:[/b][/color] Wandering Ember Grove being the Pet Detective
[Color=darkslategray][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Alexander Drake [@FunnyGuy]

Though Noah tried to sleep away what remained of the daylight hours he remained restless. The little sleep he had managed to get remained haunted by the dream vision the rooftop witch had forced upon him. His mind still lingered on the nightmare of being stalked, being caged, being prey, and of coming face to face with the better Noah. The version expected of him, the perfect monster he was meant to be and that some small trace of his human life held him back from. Noah lacked the patience for time to wash away the remnants of humanity, he needed to become better now. Even as he woke and the dreams left the feeling they gave still lingered. He was still failing. He hadn’t found Shay or caught a hint of the witch, and he had gotten nothing useful from the rooftop witch. While the bruising around his eye had healed during his nap the lack of depth perception reminded him of that failure. There would be time enough later to repay the rooftop witch, for now Noah focused his energy on Shay. 

He was finding his first plan, tracking and torturing witches until he found a useful one, was going far too slow. He would keep leaving messages around town, not because it was working, but it was fun. Still he needed something more. It occurred to Noah that he had been looking at the problem all wrong, it wasn’t just that Drake needed the witch found, but his master had lost his [i]pet[/i]. For once Noah found the human memories to be useful, he too had once lost his pet. When Noah was ten the family cat had run off, and his mother had helped him put missing posters all around town. He remembered several people calling the house about the cat, and eventually it had worked. So Noah made a flyer, he had no pictures of the witch to use so he did his best to jot down what he could remember regarding her appearance. Missing, the flyer read in big bold letters, followed a brief description of the witch, and at the bottom, his cell phone number. He thought about it for a second, then added ‘reward for any information’ followed by some dollar signs. 

Noah used the public library to print off hundreds of copies of the flyer. Noah and a handful of other vampires spent hours putting those flyers up everywhere. They were taped or nailed to signs, utility polls, trees, anywhere they could. They plastered them onto the walls of buildings, stuck them in the wiper blades of cars, and shoved them into mailboxes. The downtown area, the airport and bus station, and especially the local campus were completely littered with them. The majority of Ember Grove would see them, if Noah couldn’t find Shay he would at least make it far more difficult to hide. Maybe he would catch her trail from it or maybe it would apply enough pressure that she’d get sloppy. He was sure it would at the very least make his hunt more interesting, and if nothing came of it, at least it was something better to do. 

Noah was hard at work putting up his flyers, when a scent that emanated from an alleyway drew him in. It was a fascinating mixture of both things he found foul and sweet; blood and burnt flesh mixing with the scent of horribly musky animal. The inside of the alley contained a stunning work of art, blood and chunks of burnt carcass splattered across all surfaces in a Jackson Pollock-like mess. Noah recognized the animal smell, only one creature smelled that repulsive, and to see what had been made of the werewolf put a grin on Noah’s face. It looked like something had torn the foul beast from the inside out, and the remains of something that reminded him of static that clung to the air made Noah suspect a witch. He felt a slight sense of disappointment to have missed running into the witch; he would’ve liked to watch a werewolf explode. He lingered at the brutal scene among the small crowd that watched as the towns authorities tried to keep them back while they investigated. 

Before he continued on Noah used his phone to snap a quick picture of the alleyway. It occurred to him that something like this might be of interest to Drake so he sent his boss a series of text messages. The first read [Color=slategray]‘no luck finding shay...yet’[/color] followed by a frown emoji. Then another text, [Color=slategray]‘but working on it, found this in an alley’[/color] with a grin emoji and Noah attached the picture he’d taken.  And another text that read [Color=slategray]‘smells like werewolf, looks like soup’[/color] with a crying laughing emoji. Followed by a final [Color=slategray]‘thought that might interest you’[/color] and a thumbs up emoji. Noah slipped the phone back into the pocket of his stolen jacket, his mood brightened by the beautiful scene in the alleyway and continued back on his mission to track down Shay.