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Aurora walked down the sidewalk in the city, passing very few humans. She was usually alone in the afternoon since her friends were at home sleeping since they were nocturnal. Even though Aurora was a Grimm, she didn't mind having inhuman friends. Before she was born, Grimms tried to kill each creature they saw for some reason Aurora didn't understand so a lot of creatures despised her since she was a Grimm. Once and a while, Aurora was forced to kill a creature even though she didn't want to. She kept walking until one creature stood out to her that forced her to stop, a Coyotl. Aurora watched the male Coyotl for a moment before he caught her gaze, growled and continued to walk away. Aurora blinked a few times before sighing and closed her eyes for a moment.

Scarlet walked down the street, heading to her Antique Shop. Her keys were tightly in her grasp while the breeze forced her to hold the green scarf around her neck in place. She was still dazzled from the news she had just received and wasn't looking where she was going. Before she knew it she had bumped on another person. Scarlet lifted her head sharply -the smell was peculiar- and examined the one she had just fallen on. All of sudden she woged, involuntarily, into her Blutbad form. She shook her head and woged back.

"Oh dear..." the Blutbad quaverred, realizing she was dealing with a Grimm. Her peachy skin went pale as she stepped back, shaking.

Aurora rubbed the back of her head when the other person bumped into her. She stood up and opened her eyes, catching a glimpse at the Blutbad's form. Aurora's purple eyes had a hint of red in them, a clear sign she wasn't a regular human. She noticed that the female was apparently scared of her.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Look, I don't even have a weapon in my hands" Aurora held up her hands, trying to show the Blutbad Aurora was not going to hurt her.

"Yeah right, last time I met one of you I almost lost my head!" Scarlet barked but her expression changed instantly. "Look I don't eat things that walk anymore, I'm only trying to get home, ok?" she defensively backed off, sizing Aurora's every move and scrutinizing her.

"I'm not like the others. Please believe me. I'm horrified of what the other Grimms did." Aurora kept her hands up and made no move toward the Blutbad. Aurora wanted to show the female that she would do no harm. All Aurora had on her was a gun in her left boot and a small diary in her right pocket that was full of information about different creatures.

"Right, I should trust you cause there are many Blutbaden out there who have casual friendly relationships with Grimms!" Scarlet mocked, sniffing the air for any hazardous weapons. "Look I don't believe in tradition and stuff, I'm a reformed Blutbad, a Wieder Blutbad minding her business ok? There's nothing you'll gain by killing me!"

Stumbling out of an alleyway covered in alcohol & vomit the drunk coyotl stops and stares, his legs were like jello so even while he stood still he was wobbling. he muttered loud enough for the Grimm to hear "The hell are you lookin at? " in a drunken slur that sounded more like a nasty growl he continued to walk away and turned a corner but then stopped and looked back glaring at the Grimm with the utmost hatred.

"Great, that makes my night complete!" Scarlet growled staring at the plastered Wesen. The smell of alcohol poisoned her nostrils immediately; she had been keeping herself away from it for over two years now -with the exception of red wine which she could simply not resist.
"Go have a bath, you've thrown up on yourself for heaven's shake!" the Blutbad shook her head disapprovingly.

Looking now at the Blutbad with a disappointed frown he gestures with his left hand an obscene remark, and then throwing his half empty beer bottle in her direction he proceeds to take off in the other direction.

"Urgh!" the bottle crashed a few meters away from her, splashing beer all over her coat. But what angered her more was he had just litered. Scarlet hated it when people literred.

"WATCH WHERE YOU THROW YOUR JUNK YOU DOUCHEBAG!" She yelled and before she knew it her eyes had turned crimson red.
Remember your anger control sessions...back off and go home...you don't want to cause any trouble here...

Preston smirked, he had accomplished exactly what he had set out too do and that was to get a reaction. he chuckled to himself turned away and held his left hand high once again using the obscene gesture. Showing no regret at angering the Blutbad he continued to stumble away with a sense of victory.

A growl escaped her clenched teeth.
Where is your self control? What are you, some sort of savage?


"Put that in your..." she begun but was able to stop herself. Her fingers hurt from clenching the keys that had been sitting in her tight fist all this time. The small amount of pain was able to bring her back to reality. Haters gonna hate... she thought to herself. It was less than three years since she went Wieder; it was still really hard to control her wild side. Scarlet sighed, imagining she was going to return home and have a hot bath. Pushing the Grimm aside with no fear -actually it looked kind of audacious- she headed to the store writing "Carnival of Rust", unlocking the door and preparing to go inside.

He gradually started to slow down his walk and turned around. No longer stumbling but walking back towards the area of conflict suddenly enraged at the thought that he didn't get the last word in he trailed the Blutbad staying back far enough to keep a good visual but not be noticed. He watched as she entered the store waiting for an absolutely perfect time to retaliate. He grabbed a jagged piece of concrete broken from the wear and tear of time and chucked it at the building smashing a window. He then crouched down and stayed motionless watching and waiting for the effect of what he had just done.

Scarlet was instantly alarmed at the sound of her expensive glass windows shattering. This time she couldn't hold herself. Before she knew it she had dashed against the Coyotl, now wearing her full Woge, grabbed his shoulders and tossed him across the other side of the room, against the hard wall. She then dashed right above him before he could get up and lifted him by the throat in mid-air.

"You are in the wrong teritorry," the Blutbad growled between her long fangs.

Preston smiled, he had a clearly visible gash over his left eye and it was bleeding. He chuckled and went full Woge as well, He lifted his right leg and landed a well placed kick to the gut that he followed up with a headbutt causing his gash to open up more. Now the entire right side of his face was smeared with blood matting down his fur and partly obscuring his vision. spitting blood from his mouth he replied " Territory is for a hunter, Not a shopkeeper."

Scarlet pushed him back against the door.
"Shop or not it's mine! And you tresspassed it," she said choking him with a tight grip. Five sharp claws were dug on his chest and she used them to throw him away towards the door. "Get out!" she growled, keeping her woge on.

Before anything else could happen, Aurora got between the fighting creatures.
"Enough." Aurora said, not wanting either of them to get hurt anymore.

Crashing against the door it came off of the hinges leaving only an opening and an enraged Coyotl. He jumped to his feet and with a snarling voice of rage he replies "I don't want this piece of crap you call a business, what I want is is your head on a damn bloody post!" he leaps at the Blutbad intent on knocking her to the ground with his weight. In his mind he was already imagining her head being ripped off of her shoulders then tossed in a dumpster to be found by an employee of the sanitation department. Caught mid-air by the Grimm he fell to the floor bewildered at what had happened.

Scarlet glared at the Grimm, eyes still a fierce red. With the little self control she still had, she switched back to human form, looking just a little apologetic. She did not regret a thing, however. Being a Blutbad she was much stronger than the Coyotl by nature and could have easily done away with him. She didn't want to kill, however, she hadn't done it in a long time and hoped to never have to do it again. Though she seemed to have calmed down a little, she by no means lowered her defence; should he attack she was ready to confront him and this time take it all the way. The presence of the Grimm was the only thing she could hold on to for sanity.

He stood up and walked up to the Grimm staring her directly in the face in an intimidation attempt still in Woge he was breathing heavily, Blood still gushing from the large cut on his face. He sensed that there was no fear in the Grimm and backed off. Returning to his human state he became quiet and attempted to wipe the blood from his face.