Resting his elbows on the edge of the bar, he took a moment to decipher the scents that seemed so cloying in the room. Without having had the benefit of his dominus playing an active role in his 'change', everything he'd known about his new existence was self-taught. It had been beneficial that he'd done such extensive research on the subject of the supernatural when he was alive, but it hadn't taken long for him to realize that his case wasn't typical, wasn't 'textbook'. It had taken years for him to learn restraint of his new, powerful self--and even more years to be able to control it. He still didn't know the full extent of his abilities...new aspects seemed to present themselves often. All Erich knew definitively was that he had been changed...and that something had gone wrong. Something that had been grave enough to make his dominus abandon it's charge, in fact.
He could pick out the wolf in the room, having encountered some of the kind before. They had an interesting scent, topped perhaps only by shifters in Erich's opinion. His icy gaze slipped over the other male briefly, his expression emotionless. If there was one characteristic he'd carried over from life, it was his stony exterior. Erich had started in the Russian military at such a young age, he had practically been conditioned against emotion. He'd been a living machine, all those years ago. He had since supposed that it was only natural that he'd kept that quality, even in his undeath.
That eerie, almost clear gaze of his lifted as he felt the mind of another touch upon him. He focused on the blond, his head tilted subconsciously as he tried to zero in on her scent. He found that though he could pick it up, he could not decipher it...which undoubtedly meant that she was somehow different. Perhaps a species he'd not yet encountered, most likely. Definitely inhuman, definitely more than the average immortal. The only sign of life in the blond male as he looked at the woman was a soft tightening of the jaw as his mind worked over her, his gaze locked to her profile. He did not sense immediate danger in the woman, though the potential was indisputable. He harnessed his thoughts, pulling them back to himself as best he could. His curiosity had been piqued, and he'd foolishly left them unguarded. Perhaps she didn't have the ability to tap his thoughts...but perhaps, she could. Only one way to find out, he supposed. His brows narrowed just slightly as he formulated a thought, and transmitted to her. I've not encountered any like you..
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The scars inside don't heal
The pain no more can I feel
I'm callous, alone, but unafraid
For better or worse I've changed
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