Life in the Underground, carry on.

[MissTris]

It's the exact mirror of the Over City Baltimore, though it is missing the Aquarium and Zoo, and Museum displays are different. Oh and...no humans. Well No Humans except those owned by the council. This rule is enforced and policed heavily, by the resident Dogs of the Council (DOCs) and the Gate Keepers. Once there had been an illegal human smuggling, and that was caught. It's king pin and runners...they met their ends.
Council presides high over the Under City residence and rules fairly, despite the crime and death that persist. Careful though, they have their tastes and will get as they desire. Lord Drake is well known as owner of the Club Orpheus and a few Art Museums and Restaurants for the light side of things, only certain others know what he may own.
Of the rest of the council of seven perhaps the most seen is Lady Nissa "Lash" Lockly. She's got a bloody streak like Queen Mary, and while she's pleasant when speaking, one wrong move in being polite will get you with her whip, or worse, depending on your behavior. She seems to enjoy taking rides through the city, and sometimes takes home a souvenir in the form of a male. Sometimes you see them again...sometimes you don't.
If the rest, the other five are known by name, two more by faces(Mickaro and Vita)- Lady Kara-stoke, Lord Mickaro, Lord Stellar, Lady Vita, and Lord Mitchell.

[Draconis]

He had been wandering for a while, the lycan had. Damien, a mass murderer, walked down the street in black, stolen clothes. A sigh escaped his lips as he scratched his black stubble, then pushing the front of his short, black hair back with his hand. "I can't believe I'm saying this...but I've got no fucken clothes and need a job in order to be able to buy clothes." He cursed himself over and over, wishing he had not transformed. If he hadn't though, the sweet taste of fresh blood would not be upon his lips. a silent laugh escaped his mouth as Damien tucked his hands into the stolen jeans pockets. /Now,what would be a decent job?/

[MissTris]

He is stalked in the Shadows, nothing but another Shadow would know it, but as he draws close he drops free to the ground a large dollop of black tar falling onto the sidewalk. Getting up from his crouch, not a noise does he make, not a smell does he give off, as he follows the werewolf again. Listening to him Asa lets out a laugh and stops in a street lamp spot light and stretches. "A joooob" he purrs, it's almost touching Damien's brain as much as spoken aloud. "I maaaay have something for you." He looks up now from licking his claws on his huge front paw. His purple eyes are glimmering with light. A deal with the devil good sir?

[Draconis]

Hearing the voice sent weird vibes down the lycan. A defensive growl erupted from his throat as he turned to see the unusual stranger. His eyebrows were creased, for Damien had little patient today. A small, quick cold breeze brushed pass him. "A job? Alright then, tell me what this job that you may have for me is. I won't have any games though. Too much has happened tonight for me to show anymore 'kindness'." He was, of course, referring to his clothes and not the incident at the Club. His hands were know clenched into fists, his shoulders and arms tense.

[MissTris]

The huge black beast stood up, then with a shake changed and was naked, but for the wrist cuffs and collar, the sign of what he is, does Damien know, he ought to if he's a UC resident. "Well stranger, I'm Asa DeNarsha" from no where a scalpel was in his hand. Hand is quicker than the eye and all. He looks lovingly at the blade, his treasure, his pride and joy.

In another flick it is gone, back where it had come. "I happened to see you come into my club, that is my home after all. It can be yours too." his ears flick up, and his tail twitches around his thighs, silky and long. "I belong, if you have not guessed, to Lord Drake, and he takes good care of his pets." He tugs his collar, which can't come off out here.

[Draconis]

An ahh sound escaped Damien as the lycan grinned wickedly as he just now noticed who he was talking to. "I see..well, I'm sure you probably know me, mainly because i've been kicked out of your club every single day?" He chuckled at the thought. "Well, I can't say that I'm sorry for killing the dude, but I can say I'm sorry for making a bloody mess." He paused, a sudden itch came behind his ear. Eagerly Damien scratched it till it was gone. /Yech....I need a shower,/ was what he thought.

"Nah, I don't need a home. I just go with the flow, though if this job you may have for me comes with the home offer, I might highly consider." His hands twiddled around in his pockets, then feeling his blood gum. A grin overcame his mouth as he pulled a piece out for him then handed one towards Asa. "Want one?"

[MissTris]

The Shadow cocks his head to the side, then the other, much like a bird and sniffs then shakes his head "No, I prefer the real thing, warm and gushing over my teeth." he licks his lips, but being that Damien is close enough he is suddenly much closer, perhaps to close for comfort as he smiles, and despite having a human face it stretches from ear to ear. "My job is my home as well, brother. I feel you're perhaps a lot like myself...like to cause harm?" in the small space between them again there is a flicker of bright steel, a scalpel, wonderfully cared for, held between long claw tipped fingers is tapped against Damien's neck, then to the black leather below the silver silver bar at his neck. "Though you would be fitted with steel, perhaps, copper? Gold." It's gone, he's gone crouched in the street lamp again, wings bloomed to his back, sin black and leathery, with two hooked talons on the left, and one and a half on the right. They half spread over his shoulders, creating a bleed of black in the light pool. Clenched in his hand is still a scalpel, a second is in the other fist, their tips clicking gently against one another.

[Draconis]

Damien took no step back, but only continued chewing his gum. "I prefer the real thing too, but I can't always get it. So this substitutes it." He chuckle, though it was mixed with a deep wolf growl as well. His hands fidgeted around, eager to just break loose and run in his wolf form. Perhaps he felt like this by Asa's presence? He did not know, for he was too excited to pay any mind to the thought. "I don't like to cause harm...brother, but rather inflict unbearable, slow pain on others. I prefer to watch a man witness his wife and daughter's slow and painful deaths." Raising his hand, Damien slowly turned one of his fingers into a lycan's claw. Looking at it, he glanced up with his crystal blue eyes at Asa and grinned.

[MissTris]

Those purple orbs flicker and dance with delight. "My lord master may well like you, werewolf, I like you." he purrs, much like a cat. "Perhaps prove to me though werebeast, for wereanimals are not wholly uncommon and my master hires or picks up special beasts." 'beast like me, willing or not' he thinks.

He shifts from foot to foot in this crouched stance, but drops to all fours and changes again. He seems unable to decide which way he prefers as he stands again a huge black wolf shaped Sin of mankind. In this way his silkier voice floats from his muzzle "Run with me, and show me you deserve the offer I extend. Once you accept it, understand, there is no going back." He smiles, showing an inkling of how dangerous he is, as the corners of his mouth reach just before his ears, he gives a short laugh, jaws opening that wide. A Hellion, a caged devil of some degree, dances here with Damien.

[Draconis]

With a wicked grin, Damien slowly turned back into his full lycan form. His bones cracked and rearrange into that of a canines. His mouth slowly and painfully extends into that off a snout/ Black hairs grew from every pore in his body. The muscles in his abdomen, arms, and legs bulged and rippled as they grew bigger. His toes turned into claws and his teeth turned into canines. His eyes, now amber and full of rage stared into Asa. A chuckle-like roar exited his mouth as he stood straight up, looking down to Asa. His large canines stuck out of his mouth, for they were too large to stay shut up in his mouth. the pain left Damien as he then crouched on all fours, though it looked like a rather odd position. "I'm not ordinary werebeast Asa. I'm the best..." with that a thunderous howl escaped his black maw as he raised it into the sky, His black pointed ears were pulled back. A deadly note of evil ended his song as the lycan's muzzle dropped back down, his ears back up.

[MissTris]

The thick shouldered Shadow look up into the glittering amber eyes of the beast after he'd howled and he laughed. First it was a chuckle but it grew very quickly into a full laugh at Damien waving in an out in a weird kind of way. His teeth flicker and dance with more shine then teeth should in this darkness, as though he's got a light in his mouth. He melds into the shadows, a beast of Shadow. "The best are you? I've killed many of the best, prove that."

There is a flicker of form further down the street now, it's the Shadow, his bright eyes dancing, no pupils, but he's looking at Damien, leading him on a chase, up, up! UP! towards the overcity, where they are permitted as long as they are able to have human forms. As both do.

[Draconis]

Rage and anger coursed through his body, even if Damien were in full control. With a large leap he broke into a run, covering great distance from where he once was to where the shadow had gone in only a matter of moments. The urge to kill overwhelmed him, making him paw at the ground restraining himself from clawing someone's throat out. Blood...the sweet taste of blood....Damien's eyes grew wild at the thought. Bounding ahead of Asa the lycan ran, his hands pounded the ground from his muscular -strength and weight. The urge to go full -out berserk on citizens almost overwhelmed Damien. The sweet sound of screams from pain and agony. The sweet and luscious scent of blood, the sound of skin slowly tearing. It was getting harder to control himself. Looking to a lamp post a few feet taller than him to his right Damien sank his canines into it, tearing the metal with ease. Yanking his head he ripped the lamp post in half.

[MissTris]

Where ever Damien would go Asa was right there, always right there hiding in his shadow, Damien would not be able to see him, or feel him, but hear his goading. "Metal work is not what I seek" he chides and chuckles from inside Damien's shadow.

Shadows are omnipresent, and so too are Shadow Wolves. While he is in Damien's shadow now next he's up the street calling again. Growling, teasing him. If he's to bad the council will have him caught and quarantined for a bit. If what he does is interesting enough one of them may like him enough to take him, and he'll have no choice. Not like Asa has, he will be brought around the hard way. Though Asa breaths not a word of it. If he comes willing it would make it easier.

When the council sets it's eye on you...you best say your prayers and get the hell out of dodge...because you will be taken.

Asa continues this dance right to the gates, and is bowed to by the gate keepers. None know what they are, or who they are, but everyone knows that the gate keepers are eternal perhaps...even immortals, say the whispers in the dark. They never show their faces, the pair of them. If there are more no one sees them change shifts but there are always two standing guard in their dark brown-black cowls, faces hidden and spears with silver tips held at attention. More than once have they barred a passer into the Over City. Many times have those silver tipped leaf blades bitten flesh and torn the warmth of life from it. They know no compassion, no mercy for those who tempt or try to deceive.

Whispers in the dark say they are fallen gods

Asa is not friends with them, no one is as far as most know. The council does not own them, they are subject unto themselves and their own rules of conduct. None have ever seen one outspoken, or roving in public eye, since no one has ever seen their faces it's all speculation...
They know Asa though, as a pet of the council. They know his tricks, for he's pulled it before and it's permissible in the ground that they toy he's found can walk out the gates with some control unto himself.
Will Damien be up to par? can he control himself enough to walk through the gates without stirring up the guards? They will not hesitate to throw him back through, or even kill him if he fights. They emanate power though, it gives off from them and makes even the council beings nervous.

[Draconis]

The wolf within was not in total control of Damien, therefore what happened as he approached the gates is explained. The urge to run at the guards, even though no one has been able to kill them before, was taking hold of Damien. He wanted to rip their throats out...no....that was what his wolf form wanted to do. Bolting forward, the lycan is close to the guards but at the last minute transforms into Damien's human form, running and naked. HE did not feel bothered by it, but decided it would be best to travel to Overcity with clothes.

THERE! On the sidewalk was where a beggar lives but is currently not present. The thought of wearing beggar clothes disgusted the lycan, but a look at them made him not feel so for it had seemed that the beggar had stolen these clothes newly. There was a t-shirt printed with the word Blood, feast on it. There was also a pair of jeans that were slightly too big for Damien, but he managed to fit through. There were no shoes and this annoyed him, but threw the though aside.

Walking to where he believed he had heard Asa, Damien nodded his head to the guards, letting them know that he was in control. Flexing his arms out, Damien inter-laced his fingers and popped them. He then rolled his neck around to shift one of the bones back to place. Icy-blue eyes stared at a wallet within Damien's hands. He needed to make sure he had his "I.D".

[MissTris]

The gate keepers cowls follow him as he moves off weapons at attention, silent, had they eyes that you could see perhaps they burn with hellfire? Perhaps the smolder like dying embers.

Whispers in the dark say...they are black holes.

Asa peels away from a Shadow near where Damien had come to stop by, a huge black dog, his wings are tucked so close you have to wrap arms around him to feel them, in the darkness of the shadows where he trots, this is no trouble. Only his own pupil-less, Violet eyes may look odd, glowing in the dark. Another city devil, another hell hound, Grim, to the misinformed. But chance they are slight right, for while his master is not Lord Lucifer himself, he does serve a master. But is free willed, and wandering /almost/ at his pleasure.
This great black dog, this grim, this...this...SIN...wanders besides the werewolf. Perchance any to see observe an athletic eccentric and his huge dog. A show dog, they would think, like the handsome athlete, training no doubt for something grand. Fancy show beasts both trying to look more like common folk with common clothing.

While this pitch dark apparition walks without his lips moving his voice floats in the air around them, a nexus all its own. "Impress me, a beggar is not impressive. Would you like an example, perhaps? I'd gladly give it." despite having not moved his mouth his face take on a pleased mask, he likes the idea.