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Xandre felt the full weight of the kid slump forward into his outstretched left arm. "Ey, well managed, bud. This is exactly the sort of Bloodstone p'tection the old man's payin' fer." He pulled the gun out of the kid's gut; it served no purpose anymore. He lowered the hammer and...

Xandre nodded in agreement with Desmond as he spoke, then offered his own take on it. "I could spec'late but I reckon Ragenard was what the pack needed right then. N' Desmon' filled the role of contester admirably. As fer why they ain't swapped back, well, like the Second says, yer guess is...

"Oh, of course. I was born and raised here. It's been a few years since I've been to the..." Marie cleared her throat. "...the less shitty parts of town, but I could still find my way around just fine, I think. I do think I know the forest you're talking about, though. The Bosquet we call...

"Oh hello!" She remained distrustful of the little bell on a spring over the door, but she allowed herself to take her eyes off of it for a moment and looked around the shop. A musky aroma undercut the smell of baked goods and... milk? Some sort of dairy. The musk seemed to be emanating from...

Movement near the door of the building drew Xandre's eye. He looked back down at his phone screen and checked his notifications; none yet from Lark. But he was certain there were other people in that store and he was damned sure they didn't need that much negative press right now. He pushed...

Xandre noticed some punk kid stroll down the street to Thorje's shop. Takes all kinds, I guess, he mused, and took a long drag off his smoke. He leaned against his bike blowing smoke rings. Thorje could be a bit much. He'd give Lark a few minutes to do his thing. The kid knew to call for...

She took a sip and was delighted to find that it actually had a real flavor. "Oh, this is quite good. Are you sure this isn't expensive. I wasn't kidding earlier; I can't afford that much." Regardless, she went back for another draw from her glass. "I mean, everything I did in my youth was...

Marie giggled, probably the first honest giggle she'd given today, and possibly in the last 5 years. "Grisham, then. Though I do like the sound of 'Raven.'" She flexed her arm, which in her tee-shirt gave a view of a very toned, if not particularly big, muscle. "And don't worry, I'm scrappy...

Babysitting duty wasn't Xandre's favorite, but it was a necessity, especially in today's Vargeras. It would probably go faster if Xandre took over for him, but Lark had been doing a great job so far. His style couldn't be farther from Xandre's, who tended to let fear and presence do the job...

Xandre stood back and let Ziessel work through her anger. He felt it too, primal rage channeled into breaking something. He tended to channel it into other people instead of things, and his devotion to the pack--sure, Ragenard key among them, but the pack as a whole--he would wait until he had...

Margot had finally made it to Lupaix. The smells of the city couldn't drown the smell of fur, and of fang, and of blood. This was definitely an area packed with wolves. Her enchanted sandals clopped against the streets; the enchantment which afforded flexibility apparently did not change the...

Xandre watched the exchange somberly. As Desmond mentioned Jacques, he spit on the ground and stood up. Knowing that a list of names was coming, he moved closer to Ziessel, and placed his hand on her shoulder as she was sitting down. When Salem's came up, he squeezed gently. He wasn't trying...

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Raven." The speed with which he retracted his hand seemed a bit odd to Marie, but she decided to let it go. She'd just trauma dumped on this man, and he hadn't batted an eye, so it seemed fair to return in kind. "As for the Bloodstones..." Ziessel Geiger. That's that...

The ex-cop leaned back on her stool and breathed a little bit, then took the collar of her tee-shirt, still slightly damp with sweat and spilled water, to wipe her eyes. "Damn. I'm sorry about that. I unloaded on you." She extended her hand across the bar. "I'm Marie, by the way, and in...

"Honestly... I don't think much would have changed. I may have kept my job, but I think I'd still have... I guess it's PTSD. That was a man. Sure, a wolf, and we'd been given the 'others' spiel. Us versus them. Good versus evil. In reality everything's just shades of grey, isn't it?" She...

"It was a raid gone wrong." She pointed to her tee, which bore a small logo of a shield with "LCPD" in silhouette on it. This had been the training shirt they gave out in the academy, and she didn't see any reason to mess up a new shirt on her workouts, which is what she had been doing prior...

Marie didn't really suspect anything until Grisham's toothy grin. She was taking a drink of water as she pictured Jasper, human form with those great big werewolf teeth and started, spilling her water on the bar. She got to her feet, knocking over her stool as she did. After a moment Jasper...

Kid? This guy doesn't look that much older than me. Keeping her internal monologue to herself, she just offered that polite smile and a head nod again. "I'm sorry. For what it's worth, it smells pretty decent in here. A bit... chemical, perhaps. Evidence of a job well done, I suppose."...

She accepted both sandwiches. For some reason, since getting bit she found she needed to eat more and more and still managed not to gain a pound. The secret to weight loss: get bit by a werewolf. She chuckled at the notion, picturing a television advertisement for it. To the bartender, she...

The bartender looked younger from the front. His features were a little more rugged than she expected to find from the way he looked from behind, and he was a little more slender than she expected. Still, he looked like he belonged behind a bar. "I'll take one of those sandwiches, then...