Approaching the front desk

[B.D. Adams]

It was more fitting that he carry his business at the front of the Inn. However, if he had known that this was the best way to attract the one he was looking for than he would have come here first. He could have avoided the whole fiasco at the bar that way.

That matter was said and done, although he doubted that it was forgotten, and now he was headed back down the steps. Taking them one at a time. The thud of his boots on each step announcing his arrival. He made no effort to tread lightly or surprise anyone in anyway. Going downstairs meant that he would have to pass that gaggle of females at the bar, the men there as well. He could smell that they were still there. It could be that they wouldn't pay him any mind, or maybe they would, it made no difference to him as long as he could accomplish what it was he was here to do.

Although, he could not easily shake a few of the females he had seen: Madeline, Cas, Vesta, even Venis, for they all were quiet delectable. A subdued growl issued from his throat as he made his way down the stairs taking them slowly. Unless the big guy was heading back upstairs he would be able to reach the bottom without much hinderance believing that anyone else on the steps he would be able to pass by. Being a normal sized . . . person.

Stepping off the steps and onto the floor his arms crossed and he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled upwards, removing it from his torso. The smell of blood that was on it from the others meal was doing a job on his nose and he was working to maintain his composure.

They would have to excuse his lack of an extra shirt. His own he now balled and carried in his left hand as he approached the front desk.

[Casandra Lightheart]

She watched him come down the stair and shook her head when she saw him pull of his shirt he was very good looking she had to give him that but it was another man that was on her mind she watched as he walked through the bar and to the front desk and then went back to her drink.

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline walked over to the front desk, to see what Mister Troublemaker wanted. She but on her best fake polite smile, to see what he wanted now. "Yes Sir, how can I help you?"

[B.D. Adams]

He was not naive enough to think that they were going to ignore his arrival, but he had thought that they would have only looked and carried on to the business they were involved in.

This was the case for one of them. While he did not look in the direction of the bar, he felt the eyes an the change of direction and therefore knew one of them had watched him. Funny. Good thing he could not read minds.

This went doubly well for Madeline, who came to him at the desk. She might have been smiling, but her scent was not friendly. No need to let on to it, he let it go. Sometimes people had to pretend to act a certain way in order to actually be what they were pretending to be.

He brought his arms up and crossed them on the desk, shirt still being held in his left hand he leaned forward casually. Right leg crossed behind his left as he applied a bit of his weight in the lean. "Hello again Madeline. I am looking for a girl. Tall, dark skinned, brown hair, long skirt, answers to De'Ryanna."

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline was very curious as to why this gentlemn would want to talk to her boss.Yes Sir, she has stepped out for a bit, but should be back in a few seconds, if you don't mind waiting."

[B.D. Adams]

He did not mind waiting. A predator needed to have a lot of patience when stalking prey. Be patient. Lay in wait. Strike at the proper moment.

That moment always came.

"Thank you Madeline." He was able to resign himself to staying there at the desk, leaning on it and holding his shirt in his hand until a fresh scent hit his nose. Someone had entered.

Picking his head up it turned toward the direction of the bar and those who were there. Of all the faces and varied scents of the drinks, food, and emotions, one stood out to him in particular. It was a scent he had been trained to recognized and track down. She was there and the realization caused the growl to issue forth from his throat once more, albeit slightly louder than before. Not long after he saw her move from behind the bar and begin towards a different location.

She hadn't seen him and she was not alone. A male was walking along with her.

His muscles tensed and his fingers tightened upon the balled up shirt in his left hand. Pushing from the desk his hands went down to his side, his eyes were trained on the direction he had seen De'Ryanna go.

"Thank you Madeline." he would say again as he went in forward progression from the desk. "But she has just arrived."

His new destination: following his prey.

TBC . . . .

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