⊰ central district

@♛ ⟩ eunbi j。 Kun wasn't foreign to seeing copious amounts of blood, painting the room in pools and splatters, and even decorating his skin in runny red smears. Even then, he did find it a tiny bit overwhelming. Albeit not a stranger to the sight, he was hardly the most violent gang leader despite his much more unforgiving instinct, consisting of more manipulation than claw, given that he had the opportunity of choice.

His breaths were steady, the rise and fall of his chest gentle and surprisingly calm. Everything else, on the other hand, remained muted to his senses. His vision wasn't all too far from that of a nocturnal animal in blinding daylight, and it made him quite wary of his surroundings as he could only rely on scent and sound. Only when he felt fingers grazing his face did he snap out of his trance, barely missing the few words that had been uttered to no other than him. Kun blinked his vision back to full clarity, every noise suddenly coming to him in painfully high frequencies. He raises a brow at his fellow leader as if to question her, rather amused at the request considering they were quite literally standing to a corpse.

Falling back into the comforts of his unbothered personality, Kun reaches forward, tipping her head up with a finger hooked under her chin. "If it's what pleases you, then go ahead. Take what you want."

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(reeeee this was a bit short orz)

@♛ ⟩ kun q。 It was a gorgeous sight, really, and one Eunbi wasn't often able to witness as she didn't make it a habit to hang around werewolves. The leader of the werewolf gang always seemed to be an exception, much like the vampire leader, though, but she never bothered to question exactly what drew her to them. Still, her gaze never left the ferocious expression on Kun's face, nor did she flinch as suddenly the man's throat was nothing more than shreds of flesh. If she were honest, the sight actually brought tittering laughter to her lips.

"That was really hot, I hope you know that," she hummed, dipping her hand into the blood that was still on the desk before stepping slowly in the other's direction. She raised her hand to watch how the blood dripped from her fingertips and down her arm, getting lost in the dark fabric of her dress. Perhaps she should have worn white for such an occasion, the crimson would have been beautiful bleeding into the fabric. She stopped maybe an inch away from the werewolf, bring up her hand to drag the blood across his cheek and lips, eyes flashing as it blended with what was already there. "It's a shame he wasn't willing to play with you more. I would have liked to watch the chase."

It was true, Eunbi liked watching people get reduced to nothing more than prey in the eyes of their attacker, and the chase was always the greatest part. Or maybe the best part was watching that hopeful light finally die out in their eyes because they knew there was no other way out. Still, her attention was trained on the way the iron liquid looked upon Kun's tiers and she found herself bitting her lower lip as she dragged her gaze upwards to meet his. "May I kiss you?"

@♛ ⟩ eunbi j。 The dark strands of hair falling over Kun's eyes did little to hide the growing resentment in them, burning furiously in bright amber as if something had set him alight from the inside. He surely wasn't the cruelest among his fellow leaders, but he couldn't deny the violent urges bubbling up in his chest, like an animal trying to claw itself out of his ribcage. Silently, he watched as the man writhed in his grip, preferring growls over cries of pain as table slowly overflowed with crimson. Kun could barely recall the last time he had seen this much blood, and for a good reason. After all, it was like second nature to a majority of his kind to react to such display, having a wild, uncivilized creature laying idly somewhere inside, only drawn out by the scent of blood and death.

It almost made him hungry. Almost.

"It's a shame I can't bring you back," Kun sighed, eerily playful under a disappointed tone. "I'm sure my pack members would have loved a chance to maul you." An untamed part of him wanted to send the old man running for his life, to give him the impression that he could get away unscathed before pursuing him like prey. Unfortunately, the sensible part wanted him to get it over with before the guards could realize that something had gone horribly wrong. "Maybe you should have thought twice before you terrorized my pack. I'm only here to return the favor."

A look of hunger, fury, and insanity flash through Kun's eyes all at once. His vision fades into grays all around him, blurring at the edges. The old man, with his dying strength, pathetically attempts to break free and run. Kun snaps before he could get far, and although the chase was barely a kickstart to his adrenaline, he takes what he can get. He goes for the neck instinctively, blood pooling onto his tongue before he could even register the fact that he had ripped a man's throat out with his teeth. The outcome was messy, not that Kun really minded as he nonchalantly wiped the fresh blood dripping from his mouth. "Quick kills just aren't as fun," he whines softly, as if he had not just committed murder literally moments ago. "But at least that's finally ing over with."

@♛ ⟩ kun q。 Allowing Kun to make his scene, Eunbi took her time crossing the room, gaze traveling around the room as if she was merely going on a stroll and not approaching a man who couldn't keep his hands to himself. Unfortunate really, for him, that she had to hear about how he thought he could have his way with her mafia subordinates. She had to send a message, of course, that this behavior was not permitted, no matter how much dirty money filled one's pockets.

Was she prepared for Kun to slam the man against his tacky desk? No, but the only indicator to her surprise was her steps slowing as she blinked once before her lips bloomed into a Cheshire grin. "Oh what a fun little party trick," she purred as she finally approached the desk, thin fingers reaching to take the poisoned blade into her own hand, admiring the way it gleamed in the lighting of the room, "Don't worry. I won't take long with what I would like to do. We don't have a lot of time, I'm sure."

Eunbi wouldn't be surprised if guards rushed through the, now broken, door in the next five or so minutes. Rats tended to have back up plans for any situation up their sleeve. "Well, hello there, dear. Quite the predicament you've found yourself in, hmm? I'm not sure what you've done to piss off puppy here, but I have a few things I'd like to make clear first," she mused, pressing the man's hand flat on the desk with the slightest of sneers showing in her expression, "Next time you decide to touch those who do not welcome your slimy hands, especially my subordinates, your fingers won't be the only thing you're losing." As she spoke, she used the man's own poisoned blade to slowly cut off each finger of his right hand, her gaze trained on the crimson beginning to pool on the desk.

"All yours, love."

@♛ ⟩ eunbi j。 "Oh, definitely," Kun hummed, wanting nothing more than to get this whole ordeal over with. Such fancy events were a nice change of scenery, but the wolf still preferred the dark, wilder side of the city where he belonged. Standing in the center of it all, he realizes he has no stable roots here, only memories of broken shelters he had wished to forget. Perhaps it was the reason why he despised this target in a much more personal level. Kun was hardly an honest man himself, but he was never the kind to cheat the innocent into absolute bankruptcy. He had long since witnessed the struggle Only little survive, and even entire families don't last very long.

So while Eunbi settled for a much quieter entrance, Kun trailed close behind her with a ferocity not all too far from that of a rabid dog, knocking one of the doors back with enough force that caused one of the hinges to snap off. The noise alerts a man sitting at the far end of the room, hunched over a glass table overflowing with a disorganized pile of cash and liquor bottles. Kun doesn't miss the surprise and fear in his eyes no matter how quickly they fade into pure, searing anger. Tonight, he had expected the man to make a run for it again. But this time, it seemed like he had something else up his sleeve.

Kun stayed a few steps behind, eyes darting around every corner, observing the walls and the ceiling for anything suspicious. After finding nothing, his gaze finds the man once more, lips ticking up in a threatening snarl when he finally senses something different. He wasn't sure if demons had any sort of radar for these kinds of things, but the scent of poison was so heavy in the air, so pungent as if he had freshly brewed it. Kun takes the risk first, lunging forward before the man could wield the tipped blade. Grace was something the wolf didn't care much about, slamming the target down onto the table with an obvious display of pent-up aggression. Kun pauses though, remembers that he hadn't come alone, and loosened his grip on the man's neck. "Well, do what you need to. Would be rude of me to take all the satisfaction, now wouldn't it?"

@♛ ⟩ kun q。 The demon watched as he brushed the glitter from his face, lips forming the slightest of pouts as she had found the sparkly addition quite cute on the other. Perhaps it was something they could play around with later, as she often liked to introduce fun things to their little escapades, but that was neither here nor there really so she snapped her attention away from that thought. She may have let her hunger go a little too unsatisfied for her to properly focus on this mission. Truthfully, her nightly plans hadn't exactly included this party, but duty calls at the worst times, she's found.

"Raw, yes, but perhaps saying you have unrefined taste is going a bit too far," she mused, smoothing her hands over the fabric of his shirt before taking a step back once more, an amused simper taking its place on her crimson colored lips, "I'm beginning to wonder who this man hasn't crossed. Is our lovely kitten going to show up around the corner too?" It was a teasing remark, as she knew full well they would have been well aware if the vampire was here. Alas, they'd have to have this party without him it seemed.

Eunbi's dark gaze followed the coin's movements, hardly moving despite the tranquilizer dart that flew their direction. She knew there was nothing to be concerned with even prior to the wolf catching it in his hand. "What a shame. Traps can be fun if they're done correctly," she hummed, boredom growing in her tone even before she sighed, "Drinks after this?" She left the question hanging in the air as she stepped forward, heels silenced by the plush carpet, and she pushed open the double doors as if there was a harmless baby on the other side. Truthfully that's what this man was to her, nothing but a nuisance in her side.

@♛ ⟩ eunbi j。 A breathy chuckle slips past the wolf's lips, shaking his head slightly as he gently patted away the navy glitter sticking to the apples of his cheeks. The event masks were indeed very pretty, but Kun couldn't say he missed having it on. Instead, he discards it into a nearby cabinet, having no use for such a disguise now that they were far away from curious eyes. "Fair enough. Raw and unrefined seems more like my taste, doesn't it?" he mused, barely flinching even as she ran a nail down his chest, his dress shirt doing little to soften the sharpness of its tip. "I guess this man has crossed more people than I thought," he mumbled, looking towards the end of one of the hallways. Lights turned completely off and two large doors suspiciously locked shut while the rest weren't.

"He's lucky there isn't more of us. I can only imagine what kind of show it would become if there were." Quietly, Kun takes the first step into the dark hallway, walking ever so cautiously as he paid attention to the carpet beneath their feet. He stops abruptly, scoffing softly as he fished a single coin out of his pocket, flipping it into the air and watching the metal piece fall onto a slightly raised part of the carpet. The moment the coin made contact with it, a series of clicks resonated in the hallway. Kun sighs, almost as if he were bored, before taking a single step to the side.

His hears something cut through the air after the clicking noises, and raises his hand just in time to catch a flying dart between his fingers. "Of course there had to be traps," he says expectantly, laying the dart onto his palm. "They were expecting something, alright. It's a tranquilizer. He knew someone was going to try and get him," Kun huffed, stabbing the dart into the wall right beside him. "It doesn't smell strong, probably for humans. He had the right idea, but his execution is terrible." Kun takes the last few steps toward the double doors, stepping side and gesturing to it with one hand. "Would you do the honors?"

@♛ ⟩ kun q。 It was fun.

Pretending to be some clueless couple wandering the halls for some hideaway spot, fingers giddily clinging to his suit jacket to really sell the idea that she was seconds away from ripping the fabric off of him. Not that she wasn't opposed to that outcome in the long run, but she did have a job to accomplish first and feeding would only make her more lethargic. Occasionally she would purposefully stumble into his side as if she had had a couple drinks, and it seemed to be enough to do the trick for the guards to no longer be interested in their whereabouts.

Once they were both out of sight and hearing range, Eunbi gave him some distance, brushing off any invisible dirt that may have clung to her dress from her theatrics. She hadn't quite been prepared to be somewhat cornered in a way as he turned to look at her, halting her steps as she kept a respectable amount of distance between them. Although his figure was familiar, she couldn't be too trusting of someone wearing a mask. One of the downsides to such a mission. She could have latched onto some lunatic that really thought she was taking him somewhere to get down to business.

His voice and the removal of his mask, though, had the demon's shoulders relaxing and soft tittering laughter falling from her lips. She returned the gesture by pulling her own mask away from her face, eyes glimmering with mischief. "A fancy party full of supernaturals? I don't think it's that surprising to see me here. You on the other hand," she practically purred as she took a step closer and dragged her nail down his chest once more, "I don't normally see at events like these. Perhaps we're looking for the same person."

@♛ ⟩ eunbi j。 Kun follows the scent of heavy perfume into an intersection of empty hallways, confirming he was definitely going in the right place when he realized that the area was swarmed with guards at every end. It was going to be difficult trying to do this without getting noticed, and before Kun could even consider taking the violent route, he felt someone grab onto his hand. He turns to look at whoever it was, thinking he had been mistaken for someone else's party date, only to be met with a sense of familiarity at the stranger's scent. Despite his curiosity, however, he had no chance to ask questions as he quickly fell into character, once again pretending to be some clueless guest only interested in literally everything else but the event itself. It proves to be effective, surprisingly. Either that or the security around here wasn't as diligent as he would have thought.

Eventually, though, they both had managed to get past a majority of the guards, coming to another set of hallways, each getting darker than the last. Deception, Kun assumes. Turning off the lights would normally deter anyone from going into certain places, as it indicated that there was absolutely nothing there for them to see. But Kun had seen this trick way too many times now, it was probably the simplest kind. Location aside, he makes a sharp turn to look at the woman who had tagged along with him, just now realizing that he had never asked what she was even here for.

The familiarity kicks in once more, a scent that Kun had sworn he had picked up from somewhere else. It takes a second, and then the gears finally click together in his head. "Fancy seeing you here," he finally speaks, lifting the mask from his face before it impaired his vision any longer. "Looking for someone?"

@♛ ⟩ kun q。 Perfectly manicured nails tapped against her wine glass as Eunbi made her way through the venue, lips stretched in an amused grin as she made small talk with those she passed. Here her identity was concealed behind the intricate black mask perched delicately on the bridge of her nose. On the outside she looked like any other run of the mill supernatural, but under the mask, hungry pooled in the pit of her stomach, increasing with every creature she passed during her slow waltz around the room. Oh how she'd love to sink her teeth into any of them here, knowing pretty blood thrummed through their veins.

She found herself bouncing from person to person for if she lingered too long, it was hard to resist stepping closer into their personal space just to get a whiff of what sinful things they could get up to should they not be in public. She couldn't allow herself to get too distracted, though, as she was here for a reason, a goal, a prize. It's what had her drifting towards a particular staircase.

The guards may have missed it, but the figure bolting for the same staircase wasn't missed under Eunbi's sharp gaze, and of course to avoid suspicion herself, she followed after the man, reaching out to grasp his hand as once again the guards looked their direction. "Follow my lead," she mumbled under her breath before her lips curled into a flirty smile, and she dragged a pointed nail over the front of a seemingly familiar chest, "They're looking this way. Pretend to be smitten." Easier said than done, she supposed, but they needed a reason to be lurking in an area party goers were clearly not meant to roam.

@♛ ⟩ eunbi j。 Quietly observing the venue before him, Kun couldn't help but give the damn bastard some credit. Despite the plethora of poor decisions the old man had made in his lifetime, he sure had quite the taste in decor, if the masquerade event they were all attending was anything to go by. It was as luxurious as he had expected, as if he had remodeled the entire reception area to fit the theme of his "celebratory event". As to what the old man was even celebrating, Kun could care less — if he made no mistakes tonight, this celebration would ultimately be the bastard's last. But to carry out such a mission by himself, surrounded by guests at every turn, he knew he had no room to be as reckless as he usually would. After all, the mask on his face could only do so much to protect his identity.

So instead, he aimlessly wanders behind the fancy decor, pretending to admire the collonade of misshapen corinthian orders lining the sides of the ballroom. So while the majority of guests mingled under the warm light of the chandeliers, Kun broke off from the crowd to linger along the sides. Occasionally, a guard would come passing by out of suspicion, only to dismiss their worries once Kun started making small talk about how badly sculpted the acanthus was and, once he had managed to get the stares off of his back, made a beeline for the narrow staircase leading up to the second floor.