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Post by Pika on May 27, 2019 9:33:42 GMT
She found herself mingling with the crowd as she normally did on the nights she was in. She preferred it out on the floor than in the office watching cameras, if anyone truly needed her she was easy to find. She still enjoyed life when she could but she had spent over a year trying to deny the fact that being part of the LA pride as it stood just wasn't for her. She loved Lord and their pride, that had never been the problem. The problem she had was all the criminal activity which she still partook in when she had to but she had slowly realized this life of hers was slowly killing her. She had never been innocent of course but she was no longer the same woman that had arrived in LA nearly 5 years before. Everything wrong with her existence had bubbled up as she watched Dawn go from human to pride member, the violence and the amount of death was astonishing. She was a lion as they all were so it wasn't something she had never seen it more the amount of it going on around her that was truly troubling.
After dancing around and talking to patrons she found her way to the bar taking a seat she looked left and right her eyes searching but no one caught her attention. It was on a night much like this one that she'd first met Officer Brian Decker. He was a human but was somehow more and she had yet to figure out how. He had come in sniffing around looking for anything he could pin on the Rex and instead had found her. The minute she had set eyes on him it had been instant attraction that she couldn't afford to have in much the same way she had been instantly attracted to Lord. She had used her body and acting the ultimate tease as she usually did to keep those like the officer occupied but she had walked away utterly bothered.
She had seen him on multiple occasions and it had started out innocently enough but now? not so much though she was still trying to keep everything above board. Their brief handshakes had turned into handshakes that lingered longer than necessary the occasional brush of a hand had followed and then it had morphed into dancing. Even there she tried not to let anything get out of hand but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She wanted him and she knew he wanted her but neither were stupid. He was a lot like her Rex but he was above the board while Lord was below it hence one of the many reasons she found Decker so enthralling.
Sighing deeply she ordered a water trying to decide what to do. She didn't want to leave Lord and everyone else but at the same time she wasn't sure she could keep doing this. He had warned her at the beginning what life with him would be like and she had truly thought she could handle it but now she knew better. This life she lead was not for her.
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Post by Harold Blaidd on May 28, 2019 4:35:24 GMT
He knew better than to talk to blonde the last time had not gone anywhere near well enough to speak of. Yet here he was again in the city on an off night. Mainly as it was the last place anyone would think of looking for him. The Master of the City had silently played a game of sending hunters looking for him. Never on full moons and never skilled enough truthfully. It was as if the Master had merely absently been making up his mind on whether to actually kill him and in the meantime was testing out his capabilities. It was all very dysfunctional in his understanding. All the same it was clear the Master no longer valued his continued health and he’d never been of a mind to appreciate the Master living so they were finally to that point. Mutual disinterest in the others continued mortal coiling.
So preparing to vacate LA he found himself in the lion’s den and to have one last drink. And by one he meant enough that he would board the plane in the morning and pass out. Sleep until the wheels touched down.
Surprised he found the Regina all but crying into her water. “You look like you’ve had better nights…”
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Post by Pika on May 28, 2019 8:21:36 GMT
She had essentially been staring at the water in front of her as her mind chased itself in circles with no real answer in sight. She knew what she needed but she couldn't just forget about the people she loved which was the real kicker.
Finally getting around to opening the bottle she took a long sip when her nose caught the scent of a wolf. That in itself was not unusual but what made it so in this case was how strong this one was. Lowering the bottle slowly her head turned towards him as he spoke to her. She blinked as he settled onto the stool next to her. Her eyes took him in from top to bottom. There had been talk going around that there was an Ulfric in the area but no one she knew had laid eyes on him.
Both eyebrows popped up at him showing her surprise before she shrugged. "Yeah you can say that again." She wanted to talk about it but she didnt need to be burdening him with her problems. "I haven't seen you here before. What brought you out and into the lions den?" Her gaze traveled to his hands mentally noting how nice they looked.
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Post by Harold Blaidd on May 30, 2019 21:54:45 GMT
"Okay I will. You look like you’ve had better nights." He said finally catching the bartender’s attention motioning with two fingers at the weird looking bottle behind the bar. He didn’t care what he drank tonight. It was his going away party. He also truly didn’t care what mischief he got up to.
She wanted to talk about it but she didnt need to be burdening him with her problems. "And me well I blend in pretty easily. So I’m hard to remember…" Taking his drinks and plopping down a hefty tip he slid closer. Sitting one next to her water he said, “And I will tell you my troubles if you tell me yours. Maybe we can cheer each other up or make each other laugh a bit. You look like you could use it.” Clinking her glass he downed his waving down the bartender again for a refill.
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Post by Pika on Jun 3, 2019 6:14:00 GMT
She looked at him sideways not quite believing he really just repeated himself just because of how she'd said he could say it again. She hadn't meant it that way. After a few seconds she gave up and just nodded because he was right there was no use fighting it. Instead she leaned back a bit and just watched and listened as he went along.
She glanced at the drink he set next to her water wondering if she should. She hadn't intended to drink tonight and especially not out of the bottle he had chosen. But then she looked at him again and decided to just say screw it, she desperately needed whatever this turned out to be. Reaching for it her hand closed around the glass and then it was to her lips with the liquid sliding its way down her throat in a wave of fire and heat. The bar kept a good stock of this particular bottle because it was the only known liquor to get lycanthropes drunk off their asses. "You don't look like you would be hard to remember." She knew the comment was flirty but this was something she did regularly.
Taking a quick look around she spotted an empty table off to the side it wasn't quite a corner table but it would do. "How about first we move this little party to that table over there," her head tilted to the one in question. "And then we can continue with our list of troubles. What do you say?" When he agreed she slid off the bar stool gathering her bottle and ordered for their own personal bottle of stupidness to be taken to their table. On her end this seemed like a bad idea but then she had to remember that she had made a number of bad choices over the last several years, so really what was one more.
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Post by Harold Blaidd on Jun 4, 2019 2:38:15 GMT
"I’m glad to seem that way to you at least. And I like parties so lets do that. Not to mention it’d give us both a decent view of the crowd and the doors." He said a little more his true wary self, bleeding in with his attempt at flirtation and conversation. He furrowed his brow a split second as she grabbed the whole bottle and the bartender handed it over. From what he knew bottle service started at a grand and only went up from there. This however was clearly special perks.
Whatever to get past it he thought, in for a penny in for a pound. Sliding her chair out for her and managing to slid it back in without bumping her knees was a feather in his own personal hat. Sitting just as the waitress dropped an ice bucket and two rocks glasses down made him insure he wasn’t sitting with royalty or something. Nope just another beautiful blonde lycanthrope he was sure was more trouble than his rather monastic way of life could tolerate. Good thing he’d already planned on greener pastures.
Asking with a nod he reached the bottle scooping a few cubes of ice into their glasses he poured a good conversational belt for them both. “So drinking game… You tell we sip. Then I tell and we sip. And go…”
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Post by Aloysius on Feb 17, 2020 17:55:13 GMT
“I mean you’ve got to see the humor in it, right?” His accent strong and thick laden with a sweet slur fro the imbibed lethal strength blood soaked alcohol Sabirah had the wherewithal to procure from the lions club for such a rousing occasion. He’d been practicing using the modern vernacular and had to admit he rather liked it at times.
“Its just simply amazing that you bloody Americans think you’re so ahead of the curve. Yet ye trail behind it like a camp follower whose lips have been sewn to the bung of a bulbous fat bastard who is desperately trying to eat themselves to death.” Pausing he frowned as the image of what he described hit him full on. That was disgusting and yet so apropos. America and the Americans of its width and girth were in fact disgusting when one thought about it. A modern-day Sodom. Unwilling to change or course correct as they felt they were right in being permissive yet unwilling to shoulder the responsibility. It wa high humor to his way of thinking. All’s fair and all that yet someone needed to pay the bill. Everyone else understood that yet the American people failed.
Realizing his guest was slipping into unconsciousness. He sat down his goblet and retrieved his boot knife. Slicing open his vein he forced it against the mans lips. Which in and of itself wouldn’t have been enough but pushed hard enough to force the mans mouth open and massaged his arm causing the blood to flow far freer than it was wont. Slapping his guest to further stir wakefulness he licked his blade clean and retrieved his goblet refilling it from the jug near at hand. “Where was I? Oh yes Americans foolishness. They are so busy serving a fleshless crown they are blind to their own idiocy.” Raising his hand to stop the gasping attempt to interject. “No not the president you idiot the presidency is merely a puppet to distract you from the real power.” Sighing he stopped pacing sitting down in the chair opposite his guest. “the feckin fleshless king you serve can be summed up with your mad national fervor.” Patting the mans leg, “I’m not cross merely passionate about this relax. Any how your fervor everywhere there is a monarch is to be expected. There is a figurehead or actual ruler that will, must pay the bill the people are running up. And like any good host they are able to place limits on how far that bill gets so that they don’t go bankrupt. Here that’s not the case.”
Running his fingers through his hair he stood and took back to pacing. “Yuir so blind to your foolery that ye don’t notice and openly rebel against actual monarchs. Ye tout yuir democratic ideals as if they actually exist. Ye grow rabid at the idea that ye are not free. That yuir precious idealized freedom is a dream a fantasy, that to pursue happiness means; A ye don’t have it and B yuir running after something instead of staying and fighting for it. Leaving the people behind the curtain to go right on buggering ye.”
Sighing as he drained his goblet his eyes washing over holding nary a portion of humanity he turned to his guest. “So afore I rend ye completely from this coil have ye thought of trying to save yuirself and just giving me what I want and saving ye some pain. As ye see I can keep ye here with me for as long as I wish and not one person would come to yuir rescue. No one even cares…about ye not even yuir own kind.”
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Post by Lord Wade jr on Feb 18, 2020 18:55:08 GMT
Sadness was a hard thing to notice in strangers. It was almost impossible to notice in those closer. Outside of huge displays of sadness or caught in the middle of a depressed state sadness was an invisible killer. Unhappiness and unfulfillment could creep in set up shop and be eating someone from the inside out, right down to the marrow before outward signs showed. Partially because sadness lied and made one feel as if they were worthless. Its constant whispers the one or at least the main voice that the sufferer felt.
In cases such as his own that sadness turned to rage to anger to the pursuit of power and whatever it took to achieve it. All so that voice could never would never gain purchase on his soul. In others it turned inward presaging death. He accepted his part in things. He accepted the responsibility. He however could not accept the inherent disrespect. Even now months after her end. It still ate at him. He could forgive many things and forget many more but disrespect was not one of them. He would have looked weak which would have made them all unsafe if he hadn’t redressed the disrespect. She could have slept with anyone or everyone and things would have been different. But to do so in public indiscreetly at his club that was a bridge too far.
The pride knew what befell her yet most were still dealing with the coolness with which he dealt with the matter. First he brought the supposed Ulfric down. He didn’t kill him. No he would never hate the player or the game. His disrespect didn’t mean anything because he didn’t mean anything. He was instead trussed like a thanksgiving day turkey and gifted to the Master of the City. The same vampire years ago he’d had to put hands on. Her however the disrespect meant a lot. He’d been open honest and understanding about all of him. From the abused street rat to where he was today. His lack of trust in letting people close and his instinctual fundamental understanding of betrayal of trust.
Her sadness had brought them low had sabotaged them and left her out in the coldness of his retribution due the need to right the scales. To balance things. He boxed her last few things and put them in the car he’d bought her. Everything else had already been slowly removed. To anyone on the outside watching it would have appeared she just simply moved away.
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Post by Pika on Feb 20, 2020 13:05:13 GMT
The drinking game between herself and Harry had started off not so great. Not to mean it was the company they kept or even the drinking part. No it had been the emotional stuff that at least on her end had been hard to say out loud. But as with all games that involved alcohol their game became easier and more involved as they went. In the back of her mind she knew this could only end badly but she did not seem to care enough to stop the oncoming train.
In the early morning hours the two of them made their way out of the club intent on finding privacy. They made it as far as the car before they were all over each other and the deed was done. It was then they moved to a motel to continue their night together. The next morning after another romp they showered and he dropped her off back at her car with Harry intent on leaving. They said their goodbyes and each went their own ways.
Sasha checked her phone before getting in her car and found a terse message from Lord which was certainly not unexpected but hurt all the same. She knew what she was doing when she had left the night before with the Ulfric. It should have never come to this but here they were, sighing her phone slipped back into her pocket and home she went for how ever much longer it stayed that way.
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Post by Harold Blaidd on Feb 20, 2020 14:26:37 GMT
Slow start quick finish several times over. It was fine with him in fact it was absolutely great. Smooth soft skin and a voice designed to make conversation foreplay. People always described bedroom eyes and to him they just looked sleepy. Which fit but she had a bedroom voice that turned everything in to one long act of verbal foreplay. Her voice it was one of the things he’d remember most. He could admit he had a thing for blondes even if that didn’t often go to plan. Sighing he spit out blood as the Vampire’s definition of a love tap was enough to cause ears to ring. He was glad he was made of sterner stuff the months long torture by the master of the City and his right hand woman was what he deserved.
Daring to meet the vampires eyes he grinned his mouth red and eyes threatening. “I am Former Sergeant Harold Blaidd. Ulfric of Clach Cridhe. You know the rest by heart now.”
As expected the beating came on then slow steady constant. He escaped it thinking of their romp in the car. She was working through things and it showed. She was lusty yet hesitant. Giving as good ass she got and yet holding a portion back. It was good damn good. So good he wanted craved needed more. She was game they made their way across town to a hotel that accepted cash and no need for ID. He supposed it was because across the lot on the back side of the hotel was a brothel. Sex lust whatever you decided to call it was in the air. And they made themselves at home. Nearly breaking the bed they did tear the shower curtain and several other items in the room. He didn’t care he’d meant to leave afterwards.
Several more romps and spent they rested he rethought leaving. Then thought it the smartest thing. He thought of asking her to go with knowing the life she was in and what the outcome would have to be. Everyone thought you could outrun the devil. He knew that wasn’t possible. She was willing to provide closure to her boyfriend. He set about mentally preparing for all out war. So decided to actually warn his pack. It was the least he could do for being such a horrible ulfric.
They said their goodbyes physically then actually he drove her back to her car and made his way towards the Mountains. That’s where things turned sideways and he found himself here. Being honest with himself his hope was that she’d went ahead and made it away. He hadn’t caught scent of her in all these months and it was his one grace aside from the memory of the night and early morning. He chuckled as the Master of the City kept resuscitating him instead of letting him die. Truth be told he’d come to actually like the taste of blood.
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Post by Lord Wade jr on Feb 20, 2020 16:21:13 GMT
Lord was not a nice man. He was a good man in his heart. He by necessity of his trade did many immoral, amoral and down right quantitatively evil things. But he did so honestly. He owned the weight of his actions and how they might be viewed by others. Those views bore no guilt in him. As in the end he knew the secret of the savage garden that was life. The strong eat. Their associates ate and often so to did their enemies in the carrion of their actions. Power made enemies and created situations where morality was penultimately solely based on perception. After all what did the Lion care for the sheeps qualms.
The underlying thread was the only ethic of value was respect. Not like, love, gentleness, or any other pacifistic word that was synonymous with victimhood. He was no ones victim never again. Never and the lack of respect was an attempt to turn someone into a victim. He responded in kind to every attempt such as that. He repaid the act with its equal and master. So as word came to him sped along b many taking joy in the disrespect. He responded in the inly way he could violently and definitively.
He had D wait for the Regina with two others the only direction left. She can not remain here. He having dressed for the dirt needed looking the part of what every one thought him as waited as the Ulfric drove towards the mountains chuckling to himself that he could not have planned it better himself. Seclusion.
The fight that took place was the wolfs to lose his skills were apparent and he made short work of Lord to be honest. But for all his skill he was not in his heart a killer Lord was. As the wolf backed away panting sure the fight was over he was gut shot. Already winded and tired it was that touch too much. As he sunk trying to summon more of his beasts strength and actually began shifting Lord was on him his hands shifted. It was short work form there the wolf beaten to within an inch of dying but allowed to live. Lord trussed him like a Christmas tree chains used to pull trees down thick as his wrist wrapped around the ulfric he was deposited like the trash Lord though of him as at the cove where he knew the master of the city hid out the day. The message clear do what you want.
It was an anticlimactic end for what should have been a great life.
The next few months spent going through the motions and establishing a since of normalcy. The rex on a tear increasing the value of the Pride as a whole and turning them into a stronger version free of the weakness that was anyone save their own since of ethics or morality. The strong ate the weak became strong or died.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Feb 20, 2020 19:50:27 GMT
D was no angel but she lived by simple rules, if you doing dirt don't do it around people who one snitch two want your spot. Sasha must not have been taught that or didn't care no more. The same twitter fingers that told lord messaged her because she was lead tender at the bar and litteraly after the bottle had gone to the table she knew who and how long.
She had sighed and hoped for the best but the second ping squashed that. Her work clothes tugged back off and diffrent ones went on. When the man him self made it clear what he needed lesson taught then she would be...sent on her way so to speak.
D had liked sasha mostly, never wanted to step on toes but lord knew what most didn't. She had absolutely no qualms with killing people. Children were a no the weak and innocent maybe a little pause as well as anyone who had been claimed blood but anyone else could get it.
Heck thats how she and lord had first met trying to kill each other. So as he left she and one other lioness and one male stood at her back just inside the front gates to the pride house. When the car pulled up they let it in and closed it behind. Walking along side it all the way to the garage but not letting it further.
She seemed suspicious but bold and either had stopped caring or didn't read the threat. When she got out the car the other lioness slipped past taking her keys. D bit her lip and asked the only thing she could think of" was it worth it?"
Getting a stone face and silence as her answer she nodded and motioned toward the run and back of the house." As a last curtesy as our Regina we give you a two minute head start...make the most of it or don't it still ends tonight"
At first she seemed stunned then laughed thinking they couldn't be serious until d checked her watch. Looking to the other two whose eyes had already gone lion gold. Thats when it hit and the shoes came off. She ran and ran hard to make up for wasted time. D walked slowly with the other two flanking , sasha was almost just out of sight when the watch beeped.
The flanking lions took off at a jog making that coughing roar of a hunt. She had decided to hold her human form through out no shift. Still a sedate but aware pace the others would tire her but D would be the killing grace. It would be dangerous as the other was still a lion and cornered animals faught savagely. For half hour she managed to evade them but her earlier romp with the ulfric decided her fate.
A small cluster of trees penned her in and she was being kept just so. D moved quietly quickly and ducked a last ditch swipe and then plunged her hand elbow deep cracking ribs heart in hand. She would gift it to the Rex. A heart for a heart. The face was a shocked scream but it was over quick. Taking her prize she left the others to eat the rest.
No body means no proof, lions could crush bone and anything left she'd burn to ash. Knowing the smell of a fresh kill would bring who ever else was close. So much meat but she had a task to complete. Back to the house the gift drained and wrapped up nice. She bathed and ate to make up for the hunt.
Now months later she watched cappie who she still on occasion treated with torture his plaything from the bar. Smirking it would take a fool to interupt and she was not a fool.
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Post by Sabirah on Feb 22, 2020 4:53:29 GMT
Normally she would care less about the ulfric or his plight but it had been months and she was bored with it and so was everyone else except cappie including the ulfric. She had been out doing other things but when someone she had at the club texted her that they were on their fourth resuscitation of the night. Stalking into the club her long black tailored suit top that bared her belly but kept her chest contained fluttered behind her. The slim cut pants the same color all topping near impossibly steep gold and black jimmy chu's. Her hair in its guise of black the glamour in place a pulled back tight pony with the full bang fringe that dusted her eyes.
She paused nodding to the tender the redhead familiar to her from the occasional romps she and Cappie had, there was no ounce of jealousy there even tho the were similar in coloring and disposition that she could tell. Then on to her reason for being there, stopping in front of her rogue, she smiled with a quirk of lips then leaned in and spoke quietly with him" darling one I know it has been fun but this has long since turned to boredom for everyone involved. Look at him, he's over it. Shouldn't we send him either on his way or end it?"
She wanted it to be his idea for sure because anytime someone else had a grand idea he balked. She learned a long time ago with him to get things done it had to be his idea even if it wasn't his idea, that was just the nature of his ego. So when she made moves she often told him after the fact he had inspired it or told her what he needed and she obliged. So this was what was needed but it would have to be his idea to end the wolf. She sat flanking the man and waited for her vampire to decide. The wolf rolled his face up to look at her and she felt her jaw clench. Really she should have stepped in sooner, torture was one thing playtime was something else this was neither.
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Post by Aloysius on Feb 22, 2020 16:27:07 GMT
He pursed his lips looking at the ruined mess that was once more the former Ulfric’s normal. He’d ruined the man several times over careful to keep the wounds all blunt force trauma. It made him heal normally and relatively quickly. There was something about this time that set an off taste in his mouth. Looking at the ulfric instead of being even remotely amused he was something else. The joke had lost its punchline. He still didn’t have the location of the former Ulfreya tha the man had helped escape her just desserts. There was no location of the wolves who’d run with her escaping the fallout f her actions those who supported her attempt at disrespectful open rebellion. It was as if she’d fallen off the face of the earth with his help. And he still persisted to through silence rebel.
Cappie looked towards hi second and would be assassin. She was singular they were singular in the fact that as together as they were as focused as they were on taking full control and leading a new version of what power meant that if he faltered she would very much attempt to end him. Not in a power grab but as matter of cause. She served the preternatural blood in his veins and while never an issue thus far he would never forget as much. Taking the next bottle in hand he decorked it with hi steeth his fingers still slick with the wolfs vicscera. The man had served as a lesson to the populous and as much as Cappie was loathed to grant him the reprieve of death she was ever right.
This was no longer interesting. This was a horse too long dead to care about its beating. Yuir right of course. Tis a thing long past useful. Course the pettiness in my blood is gainst freedom for one such aas this. And death may be too good."
Swallowing more than a dram he sat the bottle back down and sat looking at the ruined healing mess of the man. “ Much as I’m loathed fair is fair. Ye’ve earned release yuir bravery stamina and foolishness has brought us here. Will ye nay consider providing the last known to ye whereabouts of Anja?” Shrugging he nodded to his dear Sabi who implacably unflappably was very much right and true in this. As such he’d leave the mans final outcome to her. Aloud he said, “ very well my gefreoganed hes yours to end or send. His actions against the city repaid. His actions against an ally repaid. His revilement of the Kiss to be decided by you…”
He was done he was bored and a little saddened the wolf was a strong one and should have bent knee as he had to Nicholas. Taking frequent nights with the former master purging himself of anger and blood. Yet he was bent towards any an d all roads save bend. Cappie placed the thought away for now allowing Sabirah the right of decision for the wolf.
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Post by Dawn Vharos on Feb 22, 2020 20:57:46 GMT
D was not want to show weakness but hearing the release of the wolf to death or otherwise made her relieved actually, she knew how dangerous cappie was and with his sabirah even more so but he was like a drug and she was an addict possibly. So as long as he meant the pride no harm she could forget the monster he was with others. Her attention caught she was summoned over by the mistress of fate and after letting her other tender know, she approached.
The woman whispered what she wanted from her and the surprise couldn't be caught quick enough," Um yeah we can..do that"
Taking the previously emptied glass bottle that cappie had finished they would need a new cork, but she fallowed the other helping her hold up the man who could barely move under his own volition and took them both back to a more quiet Vip room that was empty tonight. Waiting to see what would happen next she was not disappointed. When it was all said and done she would have to clean the floor and couch, but he was free and she was dialing lord with bloody hands voice steadier then she expected" Hey we need two of the stronger males at the club to dispose of a pelt..oh its fresh all debt repaid"
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