Imitation [Private-NoKilling]

There was something lazy, yet predatory, in the tall man's long strides as he swayed slightly down the darkened street. His silver hair looked like strips of moonlight swaying around his pale face, barely managing to hide his brilliantly metallic ice blue eyes. There was a sound of jingling bells from a collar around his neck with each, echoing off the buildings and coming back at him. He wore his dark clothing loosely hanging, and his shirt just left open to reveal a large scar across his chest with smaller scars in the shape of kanji. The scythe on his back jingled as well where it hung just barely higher then his head. It made it amazingly easier to travel with it after reaching such a large height.

Animaru stretched his arms over his head in a arc. Opening his mouth wide in a yawn to reveal unnaturally sharp teeth, and causing his eyes to look upwards. That's when he spotted the person standing up on the roof. Curiosity made him pause with his head back in a odd position. To anyone it looked like it hurt incredibly, yet he didn't seem to care. His voice was a mixture of a low rumbling growl and a lazy, somewhat childish, tone. "Oi, you better watch you don't slip and splat."

The man blinked as the figure made it's way down to ground level in front of him, his head tilting in odd curiosity of the stranger. Green hair? He could see it now as it fluttered messily around this person's head. It spoke to him but he seemed fixed on something that was beyond them. His nose was twitching annoyingly. The figure's smile didn't move him at all, rather it wasn't even noticed to him. His attention was fixed on the smell of this person...was it a male or a female? The scent was odd, but the looks strongly suggested a female. Yet, something about it....With the sound of the animal whining, he turned his head abruptly to seek out the source as the person had gone and picked it up.

Animaru thought at how he was similar to this dog at one point; He now wished to put it out of it's misery. This was a fading chance as the girl....boy...person walked past him with the animal in tow. It was then he caught a strong whiff of their scent. "You should put that beast out of it's misery, or I will do it myself." The low growl resonated with the jangling of bells from around his neck, and on the large scythe he carried on his back as he moved after the figure spoke of a place to stay the night. An Inn sounded like a good change, but there was the matter of money. "Honestly, I'd be better off on the ground. You have an odd choice of clothing, boy. I was almost fooled." The wind tossed his hair across his face, and he ignored the silver trailing in his eyes, which seemed to have green dancing in slivers through the blue now.

The man looked unmoved by the sickening crack, presuming it to have been the dog's neck after it was followed by a small whine. Well, at least that was taken care of. The boy confirmed what he already had stated about being male. The Inuzuka statement made him chuckle slightly as he moved closer to the others side leisurely. Animaru listened while not, oddly enough, and scanned his surroundings idly as the boy spoke of not forcing company or something, and staying with him instead. This seemed like a better idea to him; Crowds didn't like to see such a large man out and about, with a scythe matching all seven feet of him. Then his attention was caught by the words chaos, then evil.

He gave a full, sudden, and slightly off putting laugh just then. Bending at the waist as tears came to his shifting eyes which now showed an icy blue with silver mixed within it. He seemed to be whiping them away when he turned so the boy could see one of his intensely trained eyes staring at him. There was an open door to his insanity, and it shone like the sun on bright summer day. Then it was gone. Animaru was already walking forward with his lazy predatorial gait. His growling voice called out. "So, where do you live? I've never been to this place before. I don't even know what it's called honestly...can't remember. Know any medics?" He was talking in a manor as if he had known this person all his life, and they were best friends. The presence of this person had already been accepted by him.

The news of this boy being a medic killed two birds with one sharp cold stone to the eye. How delightful. The smell of the blood made Animaru start to feel a slight of hunger creeping up on him, no matter if it was the dog's blood, it had the same effect. He wasn't a picky eater after all. His long lazy strides made him keep falling behind slightly as they made their way to the boy's place, which thankfully he pointed out not to long after they had started walking. He opened the door, and Animaru followed him inside without question of his surroundings. The silver haired man stopped, letting a hand through his messy strands as he watched the boy disappear.

The scent of this place mildly irritated him as he reluctantly closed the door that had been offering him fresh air. He hated chemicals. He was ready to get straight to the business of having this medic boy do him the favor he had come for when he offered food. Free food and shelter....such a generous offering. His voice could be heard as he sat down on a chair, pulling the scythe off his back to lean it against the back of it. "Yeah, that would be nice. First, though, I would like to ask a favor about the state of my body." His clawed hand loosely indicated the edges of a large scar cutting diagonally across his collar bone, and disappearing down his partially open shirt. He never found out how deep it went, but he might just be able to find out now.

Animaru looked at him like he was any other person on the street as the boy walked towards him mostly nude. This nudity didn't bother him either, except for the fact that the infernal woman from his past insisted clothing was needed to walk freely in daylight. As well, at night and in public places. It seemed this rule didn't apply much in this particular boy's company. The still bloodied hands of this curious figure pulled off his vest and shirt alike, and trailed across the scars that littered his pale skin. The smaller ones, he remembered being told, were from the rapids in the river he was throw in to. The large one the blow that killed him before he was discarded there.

He chuckled slightly, hearing the words the boy spoke to him as he thought back. "I guess the old man was rusty. He could handle bringing me back to life, but not finishing the job. I'll keep my scars, thanks." He said this nonchalantly, like people died and came back to life every day.

Silently, the man watched the boy as he made his way across the room to pull a jar from a cupboard. He said it was a natural balm, which works best with saliva. He was uncaring of this fact, not truly realizing what the boy had meant at first until he opened the jar and dipped his hand in it. He pulled it out and put some of the dark red substance on his tongue. Animaru looked curiously at him for a brief moment. The smell was odd, and he was focusing on it before the boy came closer and put his hands on either side of the chair he had been sitting in as he ran his tongue along the scar.

This sudden physical touch, as intimate as a lick which is a sign of affection in his mind, was a bit unsettling to his insanity. It made his claws instinctively grab on to the chair to avoid the reflex of grabbing the other male. The boy didn't seem to give it a second thought, but if he had known what Animaru knew it would have been an insult to use the gesture so carelessly. His voice was slightly less lazy now, the growl somewhat deeper, yet he wasn't offended. More intrigued. "You should think more about your actions before touching an animal, boy."

After saying this he licked his lips idly and looked up at the roof as he let the boy finish what he was doing. He would let this slide, mainly because his instinctual reaction of dominance was delayed by his small amount of sanity still in him. The way his muscles had tensed was enough to indicate it had, in fact, drawn a response from him out of his regular laziness.

This...boy, this person; Whoever it was it seemed he was trying to pull apart the jaws of a tiger by tempting it with raw meat. That was a good way to do it, and lose a hand, or two, in the process. This was not good, at least he would think it wasn't good. There was a brief pause when the boy responded to his warning, yet spoke some nonsense in a sort of maybe, third person tense with more then one person referred to. Wait...what? Marveling for a moment at how he had worded that in his mind, it wasn't until a few moments after the boy had started again that the sensation snapped him out of the trance and grabbing his shoulders.

Not realizing it initially, he had held the boy in his place and he had leaned forward alarmingly fast. His pointed teeth were bared and poised to sink into the boy's shoulder as he stopped himself and released him slowly, almost hesitantly. He let one hand drop to the couch arm again, and the other was pulled over his startlingly ice colored eyes. They were shifting at an alarming rate, like the color of a sky as a storm fast approached. He panted slightly at the amount of energy it took to stop that action before he had harmed the boy. His fangs glittering in the light of the room. His breathing was rapid before steadying once again. That was a close call.