{ The cold is a shock to his system, and there's a brief moment where he wonders if extreme weather is detrimental to his health in his condition. He can feel it, which isn't too peculiar - it takes decades for vampires to grow immunity to the cold, and Arthur has yet to break double digits. It's more bothersome than the London chill, though, and reminds him of hunting wolves in Siberia. A life time ago, that seems.

The fact is that he isn't dead, somehow, not yet. Or he is, and this is the hell he's carved out for himself.

So he moves forward, focusing his senses on what he can as he goes along. Maybe he hears another person somewhere out here in the snow, but eventually the ever-so-slightest hint of civilization hits him, and soon the community hall comes into view.

The food inside is inconsequential to him, but the warmth of the fire is a welcome relief. He throws a blanket over himself, covering up his fine but bloodied clothes, wearily watching the dawn begin to creep up. He will not be leaving to explore the town any time soon. }

{ Arthur may be new to Milton, but the arrival of the cats doesn't strike any deep fear in him. He's hunted large prey plenty of times in his life, he's visited strange and exotic lands and has seen plenty of animals that may cause terror. And besides, is he, himself, not also a preternaturally altered predator?

At least he's not completely delusional. His skills could match a normal wildcat, but a creature like this? It would be reckless to assume the odds are in his favour. But he's not afraid.

He watches one of the cats at night, his dark eyes glinting a little red in whatever light might reach them. The cat watches him back, maybe too stealthy for a human eye to catch right away. With a bit of looking, though, the cat's outline is obvious. What Arthur would do for a gun right now ...

As someone comes up near him, he holds out his arm to get them to still. }

Shh.

{ It's a whispered warning, and he motions to the animal that starts to slowly creep towards them. }

You don't happen to have a weapon, do you?

{ Maybe Arthur can't take it down on his own, but if someone would help, well ... He'd gladly reap the benefits of the kill. It's the hot blood coursing through the cat that interests him more than the pelt. }

Choose your own adventure! Arthur will be out and about Milton, though only between sunset and sunrise. #vampirelife Feel free to run into him in any situation, whether listed here as prompts or not.