Wounds Still Fresh

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus heard the man stir in the morning, turning back over his shoulder to look towards the apartment again before turning back out to watch the sky. A smirk soon pulled at his lips as he took to noticing just how quick the man took in the meal. Now that the deity thought about it, Goebbels had mentioned that the only thing in the refrigerator was liquor. Probably was his entire diet.

With his meal devoured Joseph made his way to the balcony where Locutus was standing, the smirk having all but entirely faded from his lips as he finally turned his head enough to gaze upon the man. The man somehow looked noticeably better after the meal, obviously he had not eaten a proper meal in some time. Locutus imagined his liver was well shot, probably some time ago, and that many of his organs had likely reduced their function and shriveled slightly due to neglect.

Then Goebbels thanked him. That was unexpected, but not surprising... much at least. He tilted his head in a nod for a reply. Still he was looking for the story, but at least now he seemed in better shape to listen and talk with a... less rambling nature.

Then the man offered him a cigarette... Locutus had never tried one, he tilted his head to the side and thought about it for a moment, then shrugged and took the offered tobacco product. He knew they weren't healthy and they weren't exactly the best reason for the killing of plants and trees, but at the very least the humans grew the product they were reaping instead of simply killing off wildlife for it. He turned about and leaned on the balcony, looking over to the man.

"You don't have any clue who I am, what so ever? And yes, I did spend the night out here." With that he pointed above the balcony doorway to the rather impressive web one of the spiders had created. "And you were at least interesting in your drunken stupor. I was amazed you managed to get out of your seat so quickly without falling on the floor." He gave a soft chuckle at that.

[Joseph Goebbels]

Joseph lit Locutus' cigarette and chuckled, looking down at the street below for a moment. "Yes, I've been told I ramble a lot when I'm drunk." he said. "I've got pretty good balance for someone who drinks as much as I do...or so I've been told." he looked over at Locutus, searching his face. "You're familiar. As in, I recognize your face...but these eyes recognize a lot of faces. But I don't know you, I've never spoken to you before yesterday." he took a drag off of his cigarette. He was feeling...tired. His venom was gone for the moment, he had no need to bring out claws against a man he'd thoroughly made a fool out of himself in front of.

Joseph ran over the events of the other night in his head...what he could recount of it. He'd run from the man, Locutus had chased him to this apartment...and then they'd had an altercation, ending in his own exhaustion. At least he remembered that this muscular man wasn't here to kill him. He barely came up to his armpits, his shoulders if he stood on tip toes. Four feet eleven inches versus six and a half feet...Christ. He looked Locutus up and down. "So, behemoth, do you have a name?" he asked, turning to him properly. He offered his hand. "Joseph Goebbels, Reichsminister of Culture and Propaganda."

He felt better once he introduced himself properly. Being reduced to a last name rankled, and he refused to give up the title to an office that had long since been disbanded. It was a point of pride for him. He stubbed out his cigarette on the balcony. "If you're not interested in killing me, I could use a bodyguard for a trip I must make. To see a friend, to warn him." he said, raising an eyebrow. "I can pay."

[Locutus Ferox]

The tall man puffed out a cloud of smoke, pulling the cigarette from his mouth to look at it before resting his hand on the railing, holding onto the cigarette like he had quite a bit experience smoking. It was an interesting habit humans had formed. Well, he shouldn't say humans. He had seen a fair number of other creatures with the same habit. He then turned his gaze over to Goebbels again.

"Reichminister eh?" The six and a half foot giant chuckled, bringing the cigarette back up for a puff again. He contemplated commenting on the fact he was well aware that the title was defunct, but decided against it for the moment. "Well, Reichminister Joseph Goebbels... You come from an interesting family. There aren't that many people left who share the blood bond with animals. Even fewer who share it with the Falcon."

"The families ranked high in the ranks of the nomadic tribes often. The people that were often referred to as barbarians. Guals were an example of this." With that the man gave Goebbels a knowing look. "Eventually they thinned out, but the family lines held ancient ties to the area." He paused for a moment before looking away from Goebbels to the surrounding area. "You didn't think you miraculously ... developed ... that ability of yours did you?"

"Do you remember the stories they used to tell? The children's tales....?" Taking one last puff of that cigarette he brought up his other hand and put out the dull flame with his palm before setting the cigarette butt down upon the railing carefully.

Joseph mentioned having him as a bodyguard. Locutus could definitely tell the man had no idea who he was dealing with. A chuckle was drawn from him as the man made mention of paying him. "What could you possibly have to pay me with that I want?" The deity tilted his head to the side before continuing. "Tell me, about this...friend."

[Joseph Goebbels]

"Actually, I didn't." Joseph said. "One of the men in the Fuhrer's office was a werewolf. Rudolf Hess, disappeared 1940...I only saw him transform once, but it was one of the most frightening things I've ever seen. We all assumed he was either shot by a hunter or died flying that stinking plane of his. I haven't met anyone else who could turn into a falcon, though." he pointed out. "Guess God decided to make up for short-handing me in the genetics department, eh? I never heard any stories about it, except for the ones that warned to shoot them on sight. Always talked about things like wolves, boars...never birds. Then again birds don't really burst into towns and rip people's heads off as a hobby." he chuckled dryly.

He shook his head. "Less you know about this friend the better. Let's just say that I'd rather have him as a friend than an enemy, even at ninety years old and nearly blind. I could probably head up there myself, but I'd have to fly." he said. "Though you're avoiding my other question...your name. I think I at least deserve that given that I trusted you sitting around my house all night." Joseph eyed Locutus. He desperately wanted to know the man's name, his story. God didn't just dump handsome, well-equipped, tall strangers on his doorstep, it just didn't happen like that.

Well, it had only happened once before.

Joseph looked over the street and flicked both cigarette butts off his balcony. "Come on back inside, mosquitoes will start waking up soon." he said, limping back inside. It wasn't so much the mosquitoes driving him inside as his foot. He headed to the bathroom and took out a few pills. He'd paid dearly for them on the street, but they did the trick. He dry swallowed them and got a glass of water, settling against the kitchen counter. It was driving him slightly crazy having Locutus hanging around. He had a nasty, nasty weakness for both beautiful women, and strong men...both of whom had been plentiful when he was younger.

"So, storytime on your end." he gestured with the glass of water. "I don't know your name, I just know you have a wierd talent for following me."

[Locutus Ferox]

The deity watched those butts fall into the distance. Goebbels never saw it, but neither reached the ground below. Shortly before they would have impacted, both cigarette butts burst into flames, incinerating into ash which sprinkled to the ground. Locutus was being slightly tolerant of things that were going on around him, but he wasn't about to let needless litter be one of them, even if most of it would have been biodegradable under normal circumstances.

Locutus then followed Joseph back into the apartment where he flopped back into the seat he had been in the previous night. He wasn't sure if Goebbels had noticed it, but the chair was in surprisingly better condition than it had been previously, and didn't protest to the unusually harsh treatment the musclebound giant of a man gave it. He waited for Joseph to go off into the bathroom and return. When he finally turned his attention back on Locutus he leaned forward and set a small box down in front of him. "Might help with the pain," was the only hint to the box's contents.

"Storytime...." he repeated softly. "Where do I begin?.... The name. Would you believe me if I told you?" The man pulled out one of the swords he had used the previous night, though this time it remained within it's sheathe. He spun it around in his hand as if he was debating something within his head. If he told him now, the game would be that much closer to the end, but Goebbels was so very insistent on knowing. He nagged and nagged at it without end. Last night, today. It was very unlikely he would ever really stop till he got his answer.

"The name... They call me Locutus. Locutus Enim Ferox. I'm sure you know what that means. The story?" He brought that blade to a rest as he leaned back once again in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest as his gaze bored into Joseph. "The truth is, you are the reason I'm here. I'm sure you've already figured that part out, but as to the why, it is because of your uniqueness. I'm quite surprised that I would need to tell you that as I'm sure you already know it already. Why do I care about your uniqueness, well that is another question. Because it interests me."

He of course was already telling him the obvious, but perhaps he could distract him long enough to get his attention off those questions. The deity after all was not sure quite how to peg Goebbels yet. Sure he could simply gain what he wanted the easy way, but so much more could be learned the harder way. "You are already aware there are others, as you've stated. I've met some of them, as have you. However, there are still others yet with different abilities all together. Abilities that extend far beyond what is considered normal. I'm sure you've heard the legends of Angels and Demons. Curiously enough are you aware you were working with a few of them during your career within the third Reich? Under that man's rule..." As he said that the deity's gaze slowly turned to the portrait that hung upon the wall.

"Things aren't always what they seem. You are a prime example of that. You claim to be a crippled old man, but yet you are quite capable of surviving. You are also very stubborn and refuse to die. Much to the dismay of many people I'm sure."

[Joseph Goebbels]

"Locutus. Well, I've obviously piqued your interest for some reason. Care to speak plainly and tell me what that reason is?" Joseph didn't touch the box. It wasn't that he didn't trust it, he was saving it. Some days were worse than others for his leg, if this was truly some good medicine he'd keep it for those days when the bones in his foot were on fire. He nodded in thanks to Locutus for it. Joseph listened quietly, following Locutus' gaze to the portrait. "I know a lot of us considered him an angel, in the figurative sense." he said quietly. "And I am a survivalist. Not quite as good as some of my late friends, but I went through times of boiling my own shoes to eat like anyone in the 1930's. But what I'm curious about is what category you fall under. You're not a falcon like me, we tend to be small, skinny bastards. I didn't think angels killed people in public...and you've been rather patient for a demon. So what are you, some species I haven't seen? And me being unique implies you're interested in me for a reason other than my transformative abilities. And quit telling me the obvious. It's just going to raise more questions." he pointed out.

He liked this game Locutus seemed to insist on playing. No, the name Locutus didn't ring a bell, but this man was the most interesting thing to walk into Rio in a very long time. He intended on making the most out of his curiosity. "So, with all the other young werewolves out there, you dreg up an old falcon with a drinking problem and a bad leg. Me, I'd have to have some specific reason to come that far for one man." Joseph pointed out, drinking his water slowly. He noticed the condition of the couch. Not quite so many rips...the weak spot on the left side was repaired. Had the man stayed up all night repairing things or what? No, that wasn't it. He decided to ignore the details for the moment.

He wouldn't be distracted. He was a politician, he'd been conditioned to point out weaknesses in opponents, particularly if they were dodging questions. Locutus was proving to be fairly skilled at keeping his mysteries hidden, but Joseph was also skilled at prying such mysteries out.

[Locutus Ferox]

The deity let his arms fall to the side, stretching out as he looked up at Goebbels. "...Very insistent." The muscled man gave the skinnier one a long look over, letting the man speak his peace before he gave a nod as Joseph finished. The man was not easily deterred that was for sure. Old men really were stubborn. Not that he was one to talk. Though he didn't look it, he was by far the senior of the two. A part of him thanked his unnatural position. He didn't really enjoy the thought of ending up some old hobbling man.

"And what makes you think I'm something you haven't seen before? Just because I'm not a hunter, and I'm a tad quicker than most humans, doesn't mean I'm something... special. Well, beyond what I appear at any rate." He chuckled softly as he said that, those eyes almost glowing with his playfulness. "Locutus Enim Ferox. It is a Latin name. It has a loose translation into the common languages of today. It would seem Latin has become a bit obsolete of late." With that the deity grasped the sheathe of that blade and slowly pulled it from that protective covering. He held it up and glanced at the shimmering, razor sharp edge. There wasn't even a nick where the bullet had struck it.

"As for what I want with you. Well..." He looked back at Goebbels from that blade as he spoke. "As I mentioned before there are others in this world who would be classified as... paranormal. Supernatural even. They are a bit more common than you might believe. There's a world within a world here on Earth. Curiously enough you seem to be an isolated enigma. Either through your own stubborn choices or perhaps sheer coincidence you don't appear to have stumbled upon it. Or perhaps you are just very good at hiding it, even from me. Though, I must say given your skills at escaping me, a feat like that would be most impressive I feel."

"Now I'm sure you're wondering. How the fuck does this effect me? At the moment? It doesn't. But, whether through your own choice or simply through attempting to wait it out, it will eventually catch up to you. It has already started doing so. I assure you I am likely not the first first of many such events that would occur if you stubbornly choose to keep your... current lifestyle. Your friend however... I feel may also be involved in this. He probably is but at the moment I cannot say. That is because he is not my present focus. That, as you know, would be you. It doesn't take a whole lot of effort to find things out you know.... So whether you tell me now, or I find out for myself. Either way, it will happen."

"... And you needn't worry about him scaring me. I assure you, very little could ever truly startle me. Let alone frighten me. I think one exception to that being the stupidity that is common amongst the human race. I believe it was once said that, two things are infinite. The universe, and human stupidity. And I am not sure about the universe." He chuckled softly and then leaned back against the seat. Still he stubbornly refused to give true ground, but he threw some "Shoe leather" for the old veteran to chew on.

[Joseph Goebbels]

"Latin's mostly obsolete except to Catholics, it would seem." Joseph acknowledged. "As far as this...world within a world...it has very little to do with me. It doesn't benefit me, there's obviously little I could do to benefit it." he shrugged, unconcerned. "If there is a community out there of people like me, they probably know a hell of a lot more than I do about being...whatever it is I am. Why would they extend a hand to me, hm? The only thing I can see coming from that world into mine is hunters."

Joseph got up restlessly, tempted to pick up the bottle of scotch he'd left from the night before. But something told him he should stay sober for the moment, he needed his mind clear and unclouded. "Klaus is...not involved in this. He's a sick old man, but he needs to move areas. The reason I wanted to see him was to check up on him. He checks on me, I check on him. Simple arrangement to keep an eye out for one another." Joseph shrugged and let another cigarette. "Plus there's the fact I owe him a pack of cigarettes, thought I'd make good on my promise. The backroads around here aren't exactly safe to be walking around and trading every day." He toyed with his lighter a moment.

"Speaker of the Wild. That's what your name means. Sprecher der Wilden, in my own tongue. I assume that has something to do with what you are, and why you're tracking me down...some sort of spokesman for the werebeasts of the world, eh?" he eyed Locutus. Not much of a speaker, like Pan the man spoke in riddles. Joseph hated riddles.

[Locutus Ferox]

"Catholics." He echoed, both to himself and aloud. "One of many different worldly religions. Often all based upon the same principle belief. Yet people always stubbornly choose not to believe it." He thought about opening up that can of worms and decided against it. Last thing he needed was another topic to beat to death with this old man who was losing patience. While he could hash it out, he doubted Goebbels would last that long. He'd probably have an aneurism from sheer annoyance.

"As for what I am talking about. As I said before, it currently doesn't effect you. You've stayed outside it's general reach, but not it's general knowledge. You are known to more than just the likes of me, though hunters are the least of your concern. And they aren't as interested in your supposed crimes as they would be with what you might know about some of the... more unusual members of that party. Now, as I said, as far as I see it.... You have two options. You can either get involved, or you can let it come knocking on your door. One way or another it's going to happen. And when it comes knocking on your door, it may not be so much extending a hand as it is to drag your scrawny behind somewhere. And trust me, if you fear what normal society will do to you. You don't want to know what will happen when they come for you."

He was still beating around the bush but that was fine for now. The man might have suspected it, but at least he was humoring him. Locutus had every intention of getting what he wanted before he got to that point. And so far it was panning out.

"Klaus. Now we're getting somewhere. An ironic twist that getting that from you was like pulling teeth despite your own insistence I tell you things. Granted I am the one in your home, though that wouldn't have been the case if you weren't so flighty. You'd think after all this time you'd learn how to fight better. But that begs it's own question. Why would you need a bodyguard for that? You don't need to use the back roads as you stated. You can fly, and it sounds like you've done it before. Unless there's a reason you wish to take the roads. We both know I've a habit of showing up just as fast as you can though...."

His gaze wandered around with Goebbels' movements, watching the man go through cycles of emotions. He was likely unstable given the complete stranger in his apartment and the lack of alcohol. It wasn't entirely unusual. Locutus was amazed he managed to hold out this long without flying to the refrigerator for just such a drink.

"So you do know Latin. Yes, it means Speaker of the wild, but as I told you. What makes you think I am anything out of the ordinary? I mean last I checked I haven't grown any extra limbs or turned into a falcon." The deity was obviously poking at the man's ability. "I haven't done anything quite so dramatic. I just happen to have an interest in things that most people would consider to be... abnormal."

[Joseph Goebbels]

"It's not protection from jaguars or what have you. It's protection from Klaus." Joseph said, quite honestly. "And while I'm the bisexual falcon with a bad leg...Klaus is the true oddity. Any psychiatrist would love to get him on a couch for five minutes with a loose tongue. When he was in Germany with us, Adolf took him in because...that was Adolf. He picked up the wierdest people...me, a chicken farmer from the mountains, a rich boy whose father hated us, a homosexual in denial...wierd people. Klaus was one of the ones we wish he hadn't brought into the fold. He was put in charge of the police, which was a horrid idea. He turned his office into a hell hole. To his credit, he put the fear of God into people..." he shrugged. "But he's the last person I have left. When he passes away, I'll be completely alone. So, we've made our peace, and I agree to keep him from going completely batshit."

Joseph shrugged. "I can fly most of the way, but as I'm sure you know I can only suggest things to my form...It's not like I'm in the driver's seat, more like a side-seat driver. I'd rather not get lost in the middle of the jungle." he said. "It's part of the sacrifice I make for the boon of flying. So, you can come with me, but don't expect such good English out of him. I had to take trips to Britain to speak to the news, so I had to learn the language. I'll translate best I can." Joseph drank down the rest of his water and set the glass in the sink. The door was already locked, he had little to do except leave the house. "Shall we? Meet me on the roads north of town. I'm not getting run over by some moron with a car."

He limped out to the balcony and took in a deep breath. It was hard to transform when he was calm, but he'd learned to conjure up some of his most fearful memories to help him. One in particular was a memory of flying out of Berlin, half the city on fire, rape and murder going on around him...and nearly getting hit by an aircraft struck by an anti-aircraft shell. The memory of the injured plane, flaming engine, swan diving in front of his eyes, was enough to get his heart beating. He transformed easily and grasped his brace, taking off with it. He was visibly weighed down, but he made good time heading toward the northern end of town.

Joseph landed on the dirt road, flapping his wings and settling on the brace. He decided not to transform back until he saw Locutus...he needed to be able to escape quickly.

[Locutus Ferox]

So he was afraid of his own friend, or rather it would have been more correct to say he was afraid of his associate. To call him a friend wouldn't be entirely correct. The bond had been formed out of a sort of desperate cling to sanity when the walls came crumbling down. But what was it about the old man that frightened Goebbels. The truth was they were all old men, but even if Goebbels didn't believe it himself, he was in surprisingly good shape for his age. Likely a product of his less than completely human origins. Locutus wondered if he was aware of that, or if he just blamed it on his stubbornness.

With that Locutus pushed himself out of the chair, sliding the blade back where it had come from. It seemed Goebbels didn't have complete control over his falcon transformation. Not completely unsurprising. It did happen after all. He then started talking about translating, but before Locutus replied he walked off towards the Balcony. He then transformed into a falcon and took flight. He chuckled before he wandered over to the balcony himself. Instead of flying off it however, he simply grabbed the ledge and swung himself over, where upon he dropped to the ground. His knees came up as he fell into a near squat before standing back up and wandering off down the path. Sure he could be there now, but what rush was he in?

He wandered a little ways through town when he wandered by a vendor. It was there that he spotted a pair of sunglasses that caught his eye. He tilted his head before picking them up and trying them on, looking in the mirror provided. Interestingly enough they fit him and he gave a soft chuckle before removing them and putting them back. He then turned and headed on down the path. After away from the vendor he lifted his hand and slid his new shades into place. He hadn't taken the pair made by humans as it would only be cause to produce more. Which wasn't exactly an inviting thought. But they did look good on him, or at least he thought, so he had created himself a pair.

Shortly after he found his way to Goebbels. He had made extremely good timing. Far too fast for him to have walked, still more time than it would have been to just.... appear. He walked up to the Falcon with his newly acquired shades.

[Joseph Goebbels]

Goebbels turned back and growled in pain. God, his bones...he clutched his ankle for a moment, hissing angrily. "God...fuck.." he closed his eyes for a moment and walked back and forth, then slid the brace on quickly. He ran his hand over his face. "Gets worse every time." he grumbled, standing up shakily and eyeing Locutus. "Nice glasses." he straightened up and grabbed Locutus' upper arm for a moment, closing his eyes. He felt the muscles like iron under his slender fingers. "Jesus Christ, were you carved?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Come on." he released Locutus and started walking. Going was slow, but Joseph knew Klaus wasn't far.

A few miles down the road he turned left into the wilderness. The path was barely visible, just a dirt line weaving through the trees. Joseph kept his eyes trained on the ground. He paused, and moved aside from a slight suspicious looking clump of dead leaves. "Bear trap." he pointed at it. "Careful." He slid through the trees easily, his thin frame following the path. It was hot, humidity making him feel like he was breathing steam. He found the house he was looking for easily...a humble abode in the middle of nowhere. Joseph dragged himself up onto the porch and sat down heavily on a bench. Everything was still. Very still, very silent, birds didn't come here.

The house was made out of simple wood, construction that someone hadn't really put thought into. A metal roof from parts probably scavenged from the city, a creaky porch. "Klaus!" Joseph growled at a window. "I know you're in there, get out here."

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus watched the man transform back and stand up shakily. "Might help if you weren't always numbing the pain. It doesn't transfer well between forms." The man then grabbed his arm which didn't yield in the slightest given the network of muscles there. Goebbels then made a comment about being carved. "I'm sure there's a statue around of me somewhere...." Whether that was said in jest or earnest wasn't exactly clear.

As they wandered down the path Locutus kept his eyes moving about. Faint calls of animal life crept into his ears, communicating with him and others about them. Even as the overgrowth got thicker, Locutus didn't seem to have any problem moving through it, even for his size. Then Joseph mentioned something about the bear trap he spotted. Locutus kept walking till he came up to the trap. He then looked down at it for a long moment. After a while he shrugged and then took another step. CRUNCH. The sound wasn't the usual sound of the trap setting off as it snared something's legs, but more of it trying to set off but breaking. Locutus's foot happened to have landed so that the heel was on one jaw, the toe on the other. The middle of his weight was pressed down upon the mechanism. Now either he weighed more than a bear or the trap was just not that sturdy as when he stepped off it, it did manage to spring up, but not all the way. It stopped a good two thirds closed, leaving a slight gap, and clearly showing itself to have broken. He looked back and down at it... and then gave another shrug and continued on with Joseph.

Finally they made their way towards the house it was a rundown old thing. He wondered how such an old man could get by this far out into the wilderness. People weren't meant to live to that age, yet through science and technology they were. It was a slight discomfort to him, knowing nature was being pushed back. But to reach that age out here. Locutus had to admit, for a human it was a notable feat.

He looked about the area around the house, his ears detecting even the faintest of sounds. Including those coming from within the old house. His hands slid to the twin short blades he carried, a little wary, and not quite ready to pull off an undeniable feat of survival.... like taking a bullet to the head. It of course wouldn't harm him, but how exactly does one explain how they survived an otherwise fatal injury of that magnitude.

[Joseph Goebbels]

Joseph was lucky he hadn't seen the bear trap break, it only would have added to his fear of Locutus. He did hear the sound and figured the man had tripped it with a stick or something. He waited a moment and got up from the bench, opening the door and limping inside. He nodded to Locutus, implying he should come inside with him. He wasn't surprised at the smell that hit him. Death, blood. He flicked on a light, a flickering fluorescent thing that buzzed unsteadily. "Klaus?" Joseph saw the old man sitting at a chair in the darkness. A strange leather chair...human leather. "Nice to see you're still in the furniture making business." Joseph grumbled dryly, eyeing the man doing embroidery in the near darkness.

He waited for Locutus to come in and approached the old, thin man in the chair. "Klaus..." he knelt in front of him. "You alright?" he asked him in German. The other man eyed him with deep, dark black eyes. He hadn't a hair on his head, his hands were gnarled. He was sitting in casual clothes, a white shirt, pants, and braces on his shoulders.
Klaus set the embroidery aside and stared at Joseph. "When will you age and die?" he asked flatly.
"Not for a while yet. You have everything you need? Food, water?" Joseph asked.
"Yes....my traps have been netting farmers. Skinny, useless things whom no one will miss." Klaus stood up, still standing over six feet, over Joseph's head.

Joseph watched the old man toddle to the ramshackle kitchen. "I've been selling the blood to a vampire....keeping the skin for myself. Bones turn into tools...the meat I keep here." Klaus said. "Nothing is wasted. The entrails I give to the pigs around here. Don't worry about me Joseph...I won't be caught..." he caught sight of Locutus. "Who is this?'
Joseph went to stand next to Locutus. "This is Locutus." he said, putting his hand on Locutus' arm.

[Locutus Ferox]

Locutus wandered up the porch and towards the door. He had smelled it for a ways back, possibly what had set him on edge. Humans didn't just die in those numbers without reason. Locutus now knew why Goebbels was wary of the man, and it was for good reason. He suspected Goebbels wasn't aware of just how much his carcass would be worth to some, and not for who he was. It was what he was that made him so valuable. So Locutus was not surprised when the smell suddenly multiplied. That's what the trap had been for, and that's what the animals were singing of. The anomaly within the forest.

His eyes quickly took in what they saw, a hunter of man. Was that why Goebbels thought it better than to tell him. Perhaps Goebbels was right about something, but his reasons would have been wrong. It was not that Locutus would have been afraid, but he most certainly found the practice a bit revolting. Cannibalism to survive happened even in nature. Cannibalism for practice was another matter entirely.

As Joseph walked over to the man Locutus merely leaned up against the nearest sturdy object, one that wasn't made of recent killings. He crossed his arms and watched Goebbels tend to the man. Unlike the werebeast, Klaus was showing his age. Locutus didn't think it would be too long before he succumbed to his own demise. He wondered inwardly if, in irony, it would be in a similar style to his own practice.

He could only chuckle as Klaus indifferently asked when the old man would die. He was sure Klaus would love for Goebbels to keel over and die within his reach. Then Klaus spoke of netting farmers and eating them. They were all lucky he was wearing glasses. For Klaus and Goebbels never saw his eyes flash at the mention of a vampire. This had piked his interest. So Klaus was more involved than Goebbels had mentioned. Either he was unaware or not telling everything he knew. But they also never saw the intense glare he gave the old man.

Then came the introduction. As Klaus caught sight finally of Locutus, he pushed himself up back to full standing. He only stood five inches taller than this one, who was the middle of the three men. He didn't budge when Goebbel's placed his hand on his arm either. His gaze remained locked upon the other german. "Locutus" he had introduced him at, which produced the only movement since the man had closed in. He gave a slow, solo nod. "A pleasure," was all the deity said in response.