Poisonous to the touch [Zane]

The night seemed to melt around Zane as he strode leisurely through Central Park. He held his hands in the pockets of his dark leather coat, his breath forming small wisps of steam as it entered the chilled air. His skin always appeared to glow in the darkness though, giving him quite the disadvantage. A slight scowl appeared on his face, destroying his nearly perfect complexion as he stopped, stooped to tie his shoe, and straightened up. There was bound to be something interesting to witness tonight. Hell, he could be doing anything, anywhere else. What had brought him here?

Cracking his knuckles within his pockets, Zane continued down the rugged stone path, his maroon eyes peering into the darkness, piercing through it as he watched for any kind of movement, threatening or other. It took a few minutes for the pale man to see something worth approaching, but even from the distance he was at, it didn't look very promising. Slowly closing the distance, Zane leaned forward, noticing the shape of someone he knew from somewhere. A drug dealer? Prostitute?

When Zane heard the voice, he knew immediately who it was - he could distinguish such a sound with the hollow echo it brought along with it. He watched, slightly hidden beside a tree as he watched one of his gang members - Aden? Axel? - face off a group of five younger men. It looked a bit dangerous, but it was apparent that the Tunnel Viper member was begging for a fight. Zane perched himself slowly, quietly, ready to watch a show. Maybe this fight would benefit the kid... good fighting skills were always a plus in Zane's mind.

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Hearing the piercing scream erupt in the night made the Dog shift heavily, prowling in the depths of Zane's mind. He paid it no mind though, as he watched from behind a large oak, his legs bent to allow himself a quick escape in case of an unexpected ambush. Despite his posture, though, the albino was quite relaxed, his eyes half-lidded and his hands slack against his hard knees as he watched the scene unravel before his crimson eyes. The only thing about him that quivered and wailed and shook with anticipation was the Dog, it's chest rising and sinking slowly in times with Zane's own, calm breath. He was stoic, but something inside him was unwinding, curling its dark appendages around the gang leader's body. He could feel nothing but a slight sense of puzzlement as he fell deeper and deeper into the blood-lust that he called the Dog.

There was quite the internal struggle as Zane attempted to withhold control of his body. A slight tingle began to sink from his Kerberos spine, making his fists tighten. He didn't need the Dog right now - he wasn't in a predicament that required the brute strength and impulsive actions of the Dog. It was simply a violent scene that he was witnessing, but still. The need to spill blood began to pool in the pit of the albino's stomach, making him gag slightly as he felt his throat contract. It was such an unpleasant feeling - resisting the Dog's control. It was something that Zane dreaded day and night. But he had yet to find a way to cure himself of the demon that resided in his body.

A nearly inaudible hiss escaped the pale man's lips as he felt his muscles unravel, his body rising up. His fingernails dug slightly into the rough bark of the oak that hid him, a few spots of blood being summoned to the surface. Such excitement, and no one had thought to invite him? How rude. Another low hiss was released into the air, although somewhat more audible this time He slowly moved from around the tree, his body moving with a reptilian fluidity that amazed even the most agile of gymnasts. Feeling a warm fluid begin to dribble at his lip, Zane realized he had been sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. Releasing himself from the dangerous grasp of his canines, he approached the six men, his red eyes glimmering in the slight hue of the streetlight.

Never having been a man of asking for permission, Zane looping his way around the group of strangers, enjoying the fear that had them so focused on Axel. It made maneuvering so much easier. Even if he stepped on a branch, they would never be aware of his presence. Tensing his muscles as he approached a favorable position to strike from, Zane paused. He wondered briefly if Axel would resent him for taking some his fun. But the thought was indeed brief, fluttering away like a butterfly in a thunderstorm. He tilted his color up, a smirk touching his ghostly features. Bounding forward with an excellent amount of agility, Zane placed a solid punch near the boy's lower left-hand side's kidney. He muttered a loud groan, but Zane wasn't nearly finished. Tilting his body at a peculiar angle, he managed to place his leg around the victim's perch, disabling him. The punch not only made him aware of the dangers around him, but also sent him flying onto his right side. There had been no time for him to jut out and elbow to easy the crash, and so he landed roughly on his rib cage.

Crack!

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There was something darker within the guy before Zane that made his inner organs shudder. Anticipation, was it? Not quite. Fear? Not at all. Zane had yet to meet someone who inflicted any amount of desirable fear within him - not that he didn't think it possible. It was something a little different with the man before Zane, his movements fluid despite the male he was juggling around like a rag-doll. Soft murmurs were uttered to the boy before his hair was grasped roughly by the masked man, tugging without mercy. Zane looked down at the boy who had provoked his subordinate, his red eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Kneeling down slowly to place his pale lips at the shell of the crippled male's ear. "You're going to need more than a doctor after we're done with you, kid,"

He made a slight gesture with his thin hand before straightening up, peering down at the crumbled form near his feet. Absently, he clasped his hands behind his back a watched the male writhe in pain, clutching various parts of his body that were radiating with the most intense pain. Nothing touched the red eyes that glowed as they watched, indifference a nature to the albino gang leader. He continued to watch as he addressed the man holding their victim. "Hello. Why are we assaulting this sorry group of brats tonight, Axel?" His hands still clasped behind his back, Zane stepped away, proud of himself for remembering his subordinates name on such short notice. He stepped toward the crumbled form that lay closer to an oak, moving slightly. It was the man that Zane had apprehended previously.

Tapping his nice leather shoe against the dirt spattered with blood from someones bloody nose, Zane assessed the situation his gang member had placed himself in. The albino had never looked down on members causing havoc in the city, as long as they were efficient about it and quick. Zane didn't need more authorities after him than there already were. And so he carefully taught each incoming recruit that if you wanted to fuck shit up, you better fuck shit up right, or your shit would get fucked up. Axel was no exception. Zane turned again, his red eyes reaching Axel's shoes and slowly looking up farther. "Hopefully you had planned something a little less obvious than this?"

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