Owner	Pose
Kit Killovarras	The night is usually not a peaceful time anywhere. Few people can see in the darkness and fewer still are comfortable in it, perhaps that's why humans try to light up the night with colorful neon in so many places? Thankfully though, the creature that's prowling here isn't human by any real standard. He's decked out in his typical dark cloths. Over-sized hoodie drawn up, concealing most of his face, though the occasional glint of the steel, cage style muzzle can be seen at times. Baggy black jeans meant to be able to hide digitigrade legs and allow himself to lower his profile and a lack of shoes, allowing his naturally quiet feet to give him that extra little edge on sneaking around. This creature is hunting for something, or perhaps, someone? Regardless, he seems at home in the darker parts of the city.
Yaozu	There are not many who are gifted with the ability to see in the darkness. But then, there are not many who are quite like Yaozu. He was comfortable in the night even when he was still human, and he is even more so now that he is avian in nature. The night suits him in another way, as well, for his feathers are as dark as the very night. His large wings are neatly folded at his back, the tips of them managing not to drag upon the ground. One might be forgiven for overlooking the fact that he is even there, standing where he is in the dark of the night, away from the neon lights that people are so very fond of. He wears a set of silk robes that are of a traditional Chinese style, and they are of a flat black. He wears no shoes, for his feet don't allow for such to be worn. His long black hair has been caught up at the nape of his neck and braided. His right hand is tucked behind him, resting at the small of his back and hidden beneath his wings as well. It is his ears, first, which alert him to another that approaches. He tilts his head to one side, the gesture more avian than human in nature. His gaze turns in the direction of the sounds, watching. His beak snicks softly as he watches, and his ear tufts lift from a bit of curiosity. "You hunt," he says softly, in English. An observation rather than a question.
Kit Killovarras	"Damn," comes a mutter through a quiet chuckle. "Let me guess, heard the clasp on the muzzle?" the Aardwolf muses as he gives a glance to Yao, his nose twitching ever so slightly beneath the metal cage. He's not tense, but at very least he's alert in his own little way. "And yes, I hunt." he says after a moment, studying the other creature with those faintly glowing eyes of his and taking in every detail that he can.
Yaozu	The sense of hearing that the avian happens to possess is sigificant. There is a faint shift which causes the slightest noise from his feathers, and Yaozu inclines his head towards the Aardwolf. "No, it was not the muzzle or its clasp. I heard your heartbeat approaching," Yaozu says softly. He pauses for a moment, watching him unblinkingly. "I have good hearing," he adds, his wings shifting minutely at his back. That's an understatement, given that his hearing is at least as good as an owl. He turns his head to look down the way, in the direction that the Aardwolf had been headed, looking into the darkness. Then his gaze turns back, and he tilts his head to one side. "What do you hunt?" he asks, a bit of curiosity in his voice. Yaozu shifts his weight a touch, and then he steps out of the depth of shadows that he had been in, to come into a bit of moonlight that shines down -- to allow himself to be seen, at least as much as that moonlight allows. There is a faint snick of his talons that can be heard, for they are sharp.
Kit Killovarras	Kit studies the owl for a moment before he gives a little smile, musing, "Useful. I should learn to focus on heartbeats.. " with a nod. Then he shrugs and tips his muzzle back down, concealing his eyes as he explains, "I hunt those who prey on the weak." with a little shrug. "Figured I'd explore new hunting grounds.. Not as many idiots around in Central Park any more lately." That last little bit gets an almost wicked grin, his teeth even visible for a few moments.
Yaozu	"Mm," acknowledges the owl as he inclines his head towards the Aardwolf. "It is useful, now. It was not always so," Yaozu admits, lifting one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. His right hand remains at the small of his back, a positioning which seems familiar and comfortable for him. He tilts his head to one side, that few degrees past human, and then he gives a nod. "There seem to be some of those everywhere," he muses, his tone having a thoughtful note touching it. "They exist here. There are often those who feel they can take from those who are weaker. Take their food, their belongings... take their life," he says, giving his head a brief shake. He slips his right hand away from the small of his back, and he offers it to the Aardwolf. He has hands that are reminiscent of a human's hands, yet he has retractable talons on them. "I am Lin Yaozu," he offers.
Kit Killovarras	The aardwolf studies the owl closely, nodding at the mention of listening for hearts not always being useful. "I'd imagine it would be down-right annoying before you learn to tune it out.." he says with a chuckle. "Never really had to worry about that myself. I learned to tune everything I need to out at a young age, normally I have to re-train myself to hear certain things now." He takes the extended hand with little hesitation, offering it a firm shake as he gives a simple, "Kit.." for the sake of introducing himself. Something about his grip is easily noticeable as well: When he takes the hand to shake it, his grip is incredibly delicate.
Yaozu	"It can make for realizing that the surroundings are much noisier than had previously been considered," Yaozu says, giving a small nod. His words, though English, have held a mild Chinese accent to them. Then he tilts his head a touch to one side before a small smile parts his peak. "I will let you know if it is less annoying when I have learned to do so," he adds, a breath of amusement finding his words. He's still working on the fine tuning of his hearing, so to speak. It still overwhelms him, sometimes. He hasn't had the benefit of years to learn to be what he is now. He accepts the hand that is placed in his, and there is no sign of him turning it into a contests of sorts as some are prone to do. His handshake is firm to match that of the other, and his talons remain retracted -- this, too, he's learning to control better. "It is good to meet you, Kit," he offers, giving a small nod. Then he tilts his head, again that few degrees beyond human. "If you wish company, we can hunt together," he suggests. An offer extended, for if evil is to be vanquished then it is better done with someone to watch one's back.