a_libertine
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He watched the rain come down in his natural state sitting under a sign that overlooked the city below. Nearly twelve feet tall he weighed nearly a thousand pounds of pure sinewy muscle, with a preternaturally handsome face. He loved this city with all it's hopes and dreams so tangible he could literally taste it at times. Often those hopes and dreams were quashed. At times they were realized.
He had much to do with both. His fleeting moment in reveling in his natural state came to an end and he turned back into his human form and headed to his car. Jumping into the black Jaguar he drove back down to the city, heading toward the bus station, which was always a rich fertile ground for dreams to make, or quash.
Today, he felt in a making mood. Once he arrived at the bus station, he stepped out and looked around. He knew that his Armani suit was incongruous to what the people around him were wearing, and ignored them.
He caught the scent almost immediately. Desperation and desire in such quantities it almost completely rooted out every other emotion he could sense. He headed over to the source, in the women's room and waited for her to come out. As she did he smiled warmly, secreting the pheromones that would cause her to instantly trust him, and said, "Hi."
He watched the rain come down in his natural state sitting under a sign that overlooked the city below. Nearly twelve feet tall he weighed nearly a thousand pounds of pure sinewy muscle, with a preternaturally handsome face. He loved this city with all it's hopes and dreams so tangible he could literally taste it at times. Often those hopes and dreams were quashed. At times they were realized.
He had much to do with both. His fleeting moment in reveling in his natural state came to an end and he turned back into his human form and headed to his car. Jumping into the black Jaguar he drove back down to the city, heading toward the bus station, which was always a rich fertile ground for dreams to make, or quash.
Today, he felt in a making mood. Once he arrived at the bus station, he stepped out and looked around. He knew that his Armani suit was incongruous to what the people around him were wearing, and ignored them.
He caught the scent almost immediately. Desperation and desire in such quantities it almost completely rooted out every other emotion he could sense. He headed over to the source, in the women's room and waited for her to come out. As she did he smiled warmly, secreting the pheromones that would cause her to instantly trust him, and said, "Hi."
