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Sorry for the wait! Anyway, here we go. I'll just keep what I wrote before so that I can post this in one go.
The natural, wispy gradient of black night sky to white creeping fog cast the town's silhouette of buildings into twilit shades of gray. Far in the distance, the faint sounds of chatter and of barking canines could be heard, but nearby, the air only turned with the mist. There was the light sound of the trickle of water. A river ran through the city, and a bridge was nearby. That wasn't the rendezvous point, however. This was.
There was the light click of claws against stone as the Wildclaw walked languidly through the mist. She was in no hurry. If her guess was right, her partner in this particular mission was already waiting for her. Sure enough, a shadow stirred, sending white wisps silently swirling as he came to meet the Wildclaw.
"Dracula." she greeted, giving him a nod.
"Lady Grey," the Imperial mumbled in return, his voice deep and rumbling.
"You were here first. Did you find anything?" Grey asked, not seeing any reason not to jump straight to their mission. If both she, an assassin, and Dracula, a beast of a dragon, had both been sent on this mission, then their king's stolen egg must have been exceedingly important. She wouldn't have been surprised if time was of the essence, too.
Dracula's lips pulled back into a silent snarl. The dim light only barely reflected off of his fangs, muted by the mist. "No. This fog is making it more difficult to track by scent."
"I see." Lady Grey replied, turning to take in the obscured cityscape. "Then, for now, we will have to do things my way."
Dracula kept to the shadows, easily hiding himself even in an urban environment such as this, while Grey moved swiftly and gracefully through the city. She questioned local information brokers and small-time criminals. She found the local black market and browsed for their leader's missing egg, questioning the sellers when no egg was found.
All of this led them to this place: an old stretch of subway which had been sectioned off for maintenance...but no one ever came to fix the supposed structural damage which made it unsafe. Highly suspicious, and all of Lady Grey's sources pointed to this location.
The Wildclaw's eyes shifted to her partner in this investigation. She couldn't see him. He was one with the pitch black shadows around them, but she knew he was there. She could hear his heavy breathing. The vampire often starved himself in order to keep his vigil over the clan. During this investigation, too, he had restrained himself from feeding. It was no easy task.
"I smell it," his voice quietly rumbled. "The egg... It's here. And...so are the thieves..."
"Let's not waste time, then," Lady Grey replied. She needed no explanation. Dracula could smell the clan on the egg. This one was the one that had been stolen from them. "You've earned a big meal...but I will strike, too."
A soft growl came from Dracula. Then, there was a rapid shift in the air. He'd already charged into the thieves' den. Grey could hardly blame the mindset that hunger had driven him to. She followed in after him.
It was a swift and bloody business, but very soon, the two were on their way back to their home, walking along as though they had simply been on a stroll. Dracula's hunger was thoroughly sated for the time being, and Grey delicately held the recovered egg in her arms. Neither spoke. There was no need. Yet another foe had learned the hard way not to disturb the Weeping Sands.
I hope that was to your satisfaction. Let me know if anything's off.
