Dark Quiet Place[stiles',carina]

Quinton took one more hit of his smoke before dropping it and scraping it out with his foot before catching the sound of someone talking, he sniffed the air again, he caught the sent of a male around his age. The young teen pureblood wolf ran his hand through his hair again spiking it up again. Someone was actually out here talking to a passed love ones grave. Smirking to himself he moved silently away from the large crypt and called on his wolf side so he wouldnt make a sound as he fallowed the scent and sound of the male. It was a slightly familiar scent the other teen must have been from school.

When the scent got stronger he stopped, scanning the area before spotting the other, his eyes were glowing thier eary yellow as he watched the uknown teen. Quinn got closer, hiding behind a large angel tomb statue, the other seemed to be crying and talking to his deceased mother. It made him feel a little sorry for the teen... Almost anyway but he did know that the loss of anyone close like that was hard on anyone. Quinton scented the air again, human, yep this kid was human, good because he wasn't ready to meet another wolf just yet or an alpha were for that matter. He guessed that he should make his presence known to the other, Quinn blinked and his eyes went back to there light green color. It was hard to not look like a creeper when you moved so silently, but he stepped out from behind the statue and tilted his head ever so slightly."Kinda late to be oot ere by ye'self aint it?" he asked, his Scottish accent was thick as he crossed his arms a moment before fishing out his cigarettes and lighting yet another one up. The light in the darkness illuminating his face more than it had when the sun was still up at dusk. He stood there relaxed waiting for the reaction of the human before him.

Even though a sudden appearance and someone speaking in such a quiet place would make anyone jump. It was one of the up sides and downsides to be born a werewolf. The wrong person to suddenly appear on could be painful if they had a gun on them, being shot by a regular bullet wasnt fatal but it still hurt like hell when one was shot. But this tall scrawny human looked like he couldn't even fight his way out of a wet paper bag let alone shoot someone or do any physical kind of damage to someone either.

Quinton took another long drag of his smoke as he narrowed his eyes lightly at the human in front of him. So he was a bit of a jerk to listen into the others private conversation with his mother, then again he was pretty much a jerk to everyone. And he knew that he would scare people away with his attitude and just being his prick of a self would make these small town people shy away from him. "Wish my da' would die off..." he mused to himself mostly, although he would hate to become alpha one day, if thats how that worked, he couldnt really remember, he had stopped listening to his parents after hthe accident with his best friend.

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Quinton made an 'ooo' type of face at the sass that came from the human before him but it also made him chuckle at the same time. Quinn ran his hand over his face a moment, 'Now if you could go back to whatever hole you crawled out of, that'd be great.' the human had said to him, making him chuckle yet again. Well damn, he had never heard any human say anything like that to him before. The young wolf brought his smoke back up to his mouth again, taking another hit of it and letting out slowly. Calculating the other and had noticed that the human had, had some trouble standing up by himself, having to take a firm hold on a nearby headstone. "One shouldn't be so flippant in your condition ay?" he asked taking two steps forward towards the fragile looking human. A good wind would blow this guy away. Quinton itched his chin a little as he sized him up again."I think i ma'y be able to take care of me'self a lil bit better then ye can."

He should just let the other be, but then again, this guy was the most interesting thing he had encounter that day and that night and where would the fun be if he didnt rile up the human? But how could he push the others buttons? He could possibly touch the subject of the others mother, then again he couldn't bring himself to do that to the other male he would possibly kill anyone that talked about his best friends death or brought up that he was the one responsible for it as well. He took yet another puff of his smoke, slower this time as he took one more step forward, his shoes squeaking in the wet grass before he had stopped again.

Still glaring at the other he fished something out of his back pocket. It was a pint of scotch, he cracked it open and took a swig. Quinn had grabbed it out of his bikes saddle bag before he had headed off to this cemetery , it was a good thing he didnt get pulled over or he would have been in deep trouble already. Quinn alternated between the cigarette and his scotch for a moment. He was still trying to figure something out on how to push his buttons with a light grunt before deciding that he might as well spread his first name around a little. "The names Quinn, I'm from Scotland... Just moved ere and i dont plan on 'crawlin' no where." he had told him, flicking his smoke off into the distance where it was snubbed out by the wet grass.

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