Lucia Wight Β§ 24 years Β§ Witch Β§ Location: streets Β§ Tagged: Open
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Duana Γ NuallΓ‘ins β 1200/19 years β Vampire Second β Location: Coven β Tagged: Corie
Dana always made sure to wait around close to wherever the brat was, just incase he called her. Which he did, and she could suspect why. Everyone else in this little gathering were all worried about one thing or another, doubly so since the most recent alphas of the werewolf pack here died. She, though, could have cared less. So many alphas had died in her time, so many times had tensions rose, but nothing of note never happened, at least not to her. With the vampires now all gathered, no longer were they solo powerhouses, but a group that could be nearly unstoppable. The only problem would be witches, damned beings had always been a thorn in her side with those petty tricks.
She opened the door in time to see him have the fit at the chair before sitting. The little idealist definately was cracking from the pressure. "Im guessing you are stressing about the recent events?" She asked, her voice a quiet purr. She never faked her personality around her kind here, as there was no need. Many had respected her for the mentaily, so there was no need to change it, at least that was how she saw it.
Hakon Vinter Β€ 22 years Β€ Human Β€ Location: Streets Β€ Tagged: Hunter, Parsely, Milena, Lorraine[/color]
Hakon slipped the black Martingale collar over Fenrir's head, the black standing out from his brindle coat. The pitweiler just sat still, like the wonderful dog he was. This earned a quick scratch on the head which he gladly accepted. A quick flick of the wrist, and lock of the door, and the pair were off for one of the many walks today.
As they walked, Fenrir did his usual sniffs and snuffles, leaving Hak to think about finsing his next job. He normally contracted himself often, and few had hired him recently, but all jobs were over and he needed to find another.
A while in, Fenrir was sniffing at a fire hydrant, making Hak question the truthfulness of dog stereotypes. He could hear a group approaching him, but as many people were out today, he thought nothing of it until Fenrir tensed, and forcibly pushing Hak away from the coming group. "What's wrong, Fen?" he asked, and saw no one that was dangerous. Perhaps there was a cat somewhere. He growl increased and looked up to see a group of four. "I am so sorry," he said quickly, tugging lightly at the dog's leash. That normally moved him, but he just pressed curther into Hak's legs, his ears back. "I dont know whats gotten into him."