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Lark caught the can of spray paint mid-air, grimacing as the situation continued to escalate. He'd taken a step forwards to wade into the fray himself, when the door swung in and Xandre made one of his classic entrances -- gun first. "Not that one," Lark replied with a snarl. The kid was about...

If it wasn't for just how absurd the situation had been, Lark might have responded it sooner. As it was, by the time he even processed the sound and smell of spray paint, he was immediately having to process the smell of piss. He and the girl behind the counter - who had gotten halfway to...

Sure enough, no more than a minute later the hum of Lark's own set of wheels announced his arrival. The younger wolf pulled over across the road from Xandre and gave him a quick nod, but didn't waste time making idle chatter -- this was just one in a chain of stops they'd made so far today, and...

"Eh, bad news by association." Lark replied with another smile and a shrug, nodding for Kóri to follow as he started walking. "C'mon then, my place isn't far. Apologies in advance for the mess..."

"I'm fine with it if you are," Lark replied, clearly sensing their hesitation as he held his hands up in an appeasing gesture. "No catch or strings attached included. I'd just feel shitty if you ended up having to sleep rough - that shit's not safe even on our turf."

Lark just laughed again at Kóri's indignant response, shooting them a lopsided grin and shrugging again. "Hey, I can't claim to be an expert on fox sizes, but I'm just saying by comparison..." he chuckled and waved a hand, shaking his head. "I'm just messing with you. Anyway... if you want, I...

Lark chuckled, flashing them a smile. "Thanks. I figure it might be a little patronising to tell you you're adorable as a tiny fox, but... guess I did it anyway?" He smirked and shrugged. "I don't think you're gonna get away from that one -- I've never met another fox shifter, so you're probably...

"Works for me!" Lark chuckled, hailing the bartender to settle his own tab as well, and before long the two of them had headed out from the bar into the street, where they ducked into a nearby alley to shed their clothes and shift. Lark's wolf form wasn't especially imposing by the standards of...

"Well hey, that's at least one bit of relevant experience," Lark remarked with a chuckle. "Dunno if you're gonna find a library to get hired on at, but you can probably swing that as experience for a lot of admin things. I'm probably not the best person to ask about this kind of thing, though. I...

Name: Adair Blaisdell Nickname: Snow Age: 23 Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him Species: Werewolf (born) Orientation: Gay Race/Nationality: Aanaran (Lutetian Citizen) Occupation: Affiliation: Bloodstones Regeneration: Yes (rapid) Silver Allergy: No Other Traits: Enhanced senses, enhanced reflexes...

Lark snorted a laugh. “Hey, I’m at least relatively narrow. You should see the shoulders on some of the guys, they make me look like a waif.” He obligingly plucked one of the wings from the plate and took a bite - a fair enough tax for providing a bit of advice, he thought. “Fraid I’ve not got...

Lark chuckled a little at their outburst, shaking his head. "I'm not saying we're a bad bunch exactly. But packs do what they have to to get by here, and that means making enemies. You're better off staying out of the kind of business the packs here deal with, finding some friends who stay on...

"It's fine," Lark shook his head with a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry to hear about your home. Seems like you drew the short straw though, coming here. Hate to say it, but Lutetia's not the place to come to get away from violence. Might not be a constant thing, but it's a fact of life in these...

"Easy there," Lark chuckled, letting his expression soften a little. "Sure, I can show you the neighbourhood, but maybe we take things one step at a time? Get some food in you first, and we can chat a little more. Won't be much of a guided tour if I can't actually tell you anything about the...

"It can be, yeah," Lark answered, his expression darkening. "Real ugly. Too much blood's bad for everyone's business, so most are smart enough not to push things to all out war. City's a big enough place for most packs to stick to their own turf. Doesn't always work out that way, though." He...

"Bloodstones is the name of the wolf pack that runs this part of town," Lark explained with an amused smile, arching his eyebrow. Their uncle really hadn't told them anything, huh? "My pack. Hence why he got pissy about us when I got on his case this morning. We keep the neighbourhood safe and...

After flagging the barkeep down and ordering a round for himself and Kóri, Lark returned his attention to them, leaning one elbow on the bartop. "Depends what you mean by 'safe', there," he replied. "This is Bloodstone turf, so folks know better than to fuck with folks like us here. Most people...

"I come here every so often," Lark nodded. "It's my local. The drinks are alright, nothing fancy though. Same with the food. Wouldn't call it cheap, exactly, but bar food never is. Here, since you had a shit day, lemme buy you the first round?" He flashed them a smile. "What's your poison? Er...

"Small men clinging onto petty power to feel big get mad when someone gets in the way of 'em throwing that power around," Lark murmured with a shrug. "Tale as old as time." He held a hand out to them and returned their smile. "I'm Lark. Nice to meetcha, Kóri. You're pretty new in town, aren't you?"

"I figured," Lark replied with a chuckle and a reassuring smile. They seemed like the anxious sort, so maybe he ought to take it easy on the jokes for now. "Don't worry about earlier, it was no trouble. But by the looks of it, maybe I should've minded my own business. Let me guess, dear ol'...