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Lunamaria HawkeGrant Holiday
Grant had walked towards the edge of the city, trying to locate the fading scent. As Grant found himself closer to the scent he began to detect another scent intertwined with the original scent. Possibly.....lycan? Grant shook his head. His nose had never failed him before, but this made no sense to him. Why would a vampire have the stench of Lycanthropy? Or possibly, vice versa.
Grant suddenly smelled that the scent took off out of the city and through the woods. Grant, an excellent tracker, decided that he needed time out of the city anyways. Grant took off, faster than a human but slower than a fast vampire, and tracked down the scent. Grant did not even take time to write down his thoughts. This scent was driving him insane. It smelled so strange, so unusual.....but at the same time he needed it more than anything he had ever smelled. Kyle almost laughed out loud. Never before had he acted this way. He was still a young vampire, but he could not believe that this was ordinary.
Grant finally tracked down the person who the scent belonged to. He was out of breath, and his face glistened in sweat, but when he found the person he could not believe his eyes. It was a women. A women who while was adimttely gorgeous, did not seem out of the ordinary. He glanced down and saw that she had no shoes.
Grant cleared his throat, and stood up straight. Grant took a step forward and bowed his head slightly.
"Hello. My name is Grant Holiday. Forgive me for.....well...following you but I could not help but notice that you do not seem to be everything your outer appearance shows. Who, or what are you?
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