Dorian was walking down the street in white and black pair of track pants and a black bandanna wrapped around his wild head of curls like headband. With a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, a walking embodiment of a Corey Hart song.

He could tell something was close, something that didn't smell human.

One second he had been walking to the corner store, the next moment he was standing in a new city, he knew it wasn't LA... He had been confused which was what lead him to explore. But the feeling and smell of something else... it captured his senses and he turned in time to see the demons coming from the shadows, he shifted his hands, his long glass like nails and his fangs were all he had. Growling, he let his fangs be seen.

"Come and play."