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 Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:01 pm
 For centuries the population of magical creatures worked very hard to make the blind humans believe that they were just fairytales. Dark shadows that weren't real. Especially the frightening creatures. The blood-hungry vampires. The whimsical demons. And of course, the shifters, the Lycans, or as humans knew them better, werewolves.
In recent years the councils and elders and leaders of the various creature groups have been worrying, waiting for the time when the humans would stumble across something that would point towards them that they wouldn't be able to cover. With the advances in science and technology that's become harder and harder. Putting forth the greatest effort to stay hidden are the Lycans. Not particularly fond of the idea of having people scream at them, or being captured to be used as war devices or for testing, the weres had kept themselves even further back in the shadows. And yet closer to the light as well. Putting lycans with cool tempers in positions of power among the humans to mask any stray evidence of them.
Lately though, things have been getting a bit more strenuous. In New York City a stream of murders have been occuring. Murders where the police find the body strewn in several pieces among a pool of blood. Savagery that humans can barely comprehend. Something completely non-human is hunting the lesser species, and leaving the bodies to be found. And the murder scenes are just wrong enough for the police to take notice of something strange. And if the local werewolf packs don't move fast, they just might find themselves facing the world in bright dazzling light.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:03 pm
Rules
1. First of all, this is literate. Meaning no astricks, no chatspeak or 1337. Use third-person, and have at least five decently written sentences. I understand writers block, but if it happens too often I'll be annoyed. You need to put enough for others to work off of properly. Proper grammar and spelling. A few errors are fine, it happens, but if you have major problems with either, then type your post up on something that has a spell/grammar check. I don't consider literacy to be a bunch of meaningless text. I want CONTENT to your posts. So what if it five paragraphs long? If it's drivel, I don't care about it and it'll just be annoying to read it. So if you only write the bare minimum, that's perfectly fine! As long as each sentence has good description and meaning.
2. Secondly, no powerplaying or godmodding. Both drive me absolutely crazy. Nothing will get you banned faster than having to get reminded not to powerplay or godmod constantly.
3. Be curtious to other roleplayers. I don't like a bunch of arguing in OOC, it's annoying.
4. And with the mention of OOC, use brackets or say that it's OOC in some manner. I might make an OOC thread, I'm not sure yet.
5. No cybering. It's gross. I expect romance. It's a normal part of pretty much any rp. But take the sexual things to the PMs.
6. Listen to the owner, me, and anyone I assign as moderators. Mods are those listed on the White list.
7. PM all profiles to me. Use the profile format that I provide in the next post. You can change it a little for like color, and such if you want, but nothing major and every thing I put is required for you to explain. You can add more of course if you want. Put Walking Among Shadows as your pm subject.
8. Make your posts pretty, it makes me happy. I like quotes, pictures, lyrics, and what not. It's okay if you have a simple post as well, but try to at least put up your character's name and picture in the post. It's not fully necessary, I just find it easier to have the name and picture in the post so that everyone automatically knows which character it is without any confusion. Try to use font size between 9-11 for your character text. Larger sizes are okay for post titles and the like, but not to much please. And no pictures that stretch the page. You can use real pictures or anime, both are fine. I do realize that some people don't use pictures, that they have an entirely original character. As long as you put a nice long description, I have no problem with that.
9. Have fun, be active, and if you have any ideas for the roleplay plot, throw them out there in OOC for people to discuss. I'm not against new ideas at all, so please share.
10. Remember to try to get on at least three or two times a week. Preferably more. You'll fall behind if you don't. A week in real life is a week in the rp, so it'll be bad if you miss that much. If you're going to be gone, have your character make a journey or be down ill or something. If I don't hear from you and you don't post on the rp for a week, I'll pm you to remind you about it. You'll have three to five days (depending on my mood) to answer me before I delete your character. If you haven't been on for more than a week your name will be up in the announcements as your character being deleted soon. You won't get a warning, it'll just be gone. I know that seems harsh, but it's not fair for others to wait around and try to include your character if you're not there. If you're going to be gone, make sure you let me know.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:04 pm
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[b]Dancing on Strings:[/b]
[i]| Username |[/i]
[b]My head turns to the sound of:[/b]
[i]| Character Name |[/i]
[b]So many years have passed:[/b]
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[b]I can't change what I am:[/b]
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[b]I take my place very seriously:[/b]
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:05 pm
 LycansBronx PackAlphasMale
Dancing on Strings:
| Akuma Vampire |
My head turns to the sound of:
| Riitho Kane |
So many years have passed:
| Thirty-Four |
I am most definitely:
| Male and straight. |
The mirror reflects what I am inside:
| Riitho Kane |
I can't change what I am:
| Lycan |
I take my place very seriously:
| Alpha Male of the Brox Pack |
My cash flow:
| Homocide Detective for the NYPD. |
I was raised:
| Riitho was born to a low-rank pair of lycans in a western germany pack. His parents traveled to American when he was a preteen, making it so that he still has a lingering european accent. Though is parents were submissives, Riitho definitely wasn't. He quickly rose ranks and when it came time for the Alpha fight, he came out on top at the age of seventeen. He's been leading the Bronx pack since then with a steady hand. Recently though he's become more restless, wanting to travel the world. It won't be too much longer until he passes on his title, letting the pack fight for the right to rule. |
I'm known too:
| Riitho is quiet and thoughtful. He's not too temperamental, only showing anger when he's really pushed too far. He tries to be completely fair to everyone in his pack, and of course to other magical creatures as well. He works hard to keep his job at the NYPD, though it gets a bit tense on occasion when he can smell something wrong about a scene and has to convey it to his partners without seeming suspicious. |
Female (open) Pup (Only the one) BetasMale (Open) Female
Dancing on Strings:
| night huntrss artemis |
My head turns to the sound of:
| lily devlyn |
So many years have passed:
21
I am most definitely:
| a female and i love both |
The mirror reflects what I am inside:
| behind the mask |
I can't change what I am:
| werewolf |
I take my place very seriously:
| beta female |
My cash flow:
| owner of a bakery |
I was raised:
| she was raised by the pack of course and grew up happy and normal, if not a little rebelious at time. she was strong despite her left eye being blind and eventualy two years ago she challenged the beta female and won takeing her rank. she has no mate, she had one but he was killed a year ago now and she is still raw from the event. |
I'm known too:
| she is a kind woman careing to those of her pack and visious when it comes to defending her friends. she loves summer and swimming. but is afraid of small spaces |
Pups (Open) Gammas (hunters, males only)Deltas (babysitters and hunters, Faes(females) only)|| I feel I should state for those of you who are not normal wolf rp'ers. Fae in a wolf rp is reference to a female wolf, not a fairy. || Brooklyn PackAlphasFemale (She killed the alpha male)
Dancing on Strings:
| Akuma Vampire |
My head turns to the sound of:
| Jasmine Karnah |
So many years have passed:
| Twenty-two|
I am most definitely:
| Female and straight. |
The mirror reflects what I am inside:
| Everything is MINE|
I can't change what I am:
| Lycan |
I take my place very seriously:
| Alpha Female of the Brooklyn Pack. |
My cash flow:
| Jasmine is a model who's famous because of her "strange gold eyes". |
I was raised:
| Jasmine was born basically lycan royalty. Her parents were the alphas of the top pack in London. When they decided to pass on leadership, and not to their daughter Jasmine was furious. She moved to America and quickly took over the Brooklyn pack. She woo'd the male into consorting with her, infuriating his mate. And when the alpha female attacked Jasmine killed her. Shortly after she killed the alpha male as well, never having really taken him to mate. Now she rules fiercely, just daring any wolves to try her. She's a flirt with a nasty temperament, but she's a complete cat fighter. She'll do anything to win. Her dearest ambition is to combine the two New York packs, which means she wants Riitho. |
I'm known too:
| To put it bluntly, she's a b***h. She can be as sweet as sugar when she wants something, and usually gets it too. Tell her no though and she becomes more cat than wolf, quickly stomping down the person who dares to defy her. All she wants now is to lead all the wolves of New York, and she'll happily take the handsome alpha male of the Bronx pack as mate to do it. However she hates any other females that threaten her, which mostly is only the beta of the Bronx pack, though little Lily has become a bit weaker since the death of her mate, and Jasmine plans to take full advantage of that. |
Pups (Open) BetasMale(Open) Female(Open) Pups (Open) Gammas (Hunters, males)Deltas (Faes)Normal Pack Pups
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:08 pm
 Other Mystical CreaturesFaries and Elves
Vampires
Dancing on Strings:
| Akuma Vampire |
My head turns to the sound of:
| Lynestra Donovin |
So many years have passed:
| Appears to be about twenty-five.|
I am most definitely:
| A female and heterosexual. |
The mirror reflects what I am inside:
| Lyn |
I can't change what I am:
| Vampire |
I take my place very seriously:
| Lynestra is a Duchess, though she doesn't let others know her title too often. Most vampires will listen seriously to her when she speaks, and rue the consequences should they not. |
My cash flow:
| Lynestra doesn't technically have a job, her estate pulling enough revenue for her to live well off. She does paint and sell the paintings for a pretty penny though, several of her works finding their way into museums. |
I was raised:
| Lynestra was raised as a Vampire princess. She is a born vampire, and has the bloodlines to prove it. Her father is still alive, holed up in their estate. Being that he was starting to get grumpy in his old age, Lynestra moved to New York City to enjoy the faster-paced life. She occasionally visits the were packs to heckle them, and even less often to give a bit of advice. |
I'm known too:
| Lyn is usually thoughtful, kind, and loveable. Everything most people don't expect from a vampire. She does have her darker moments though, especially when she's feeling hungry. One thing that's sure to get her tongue a bit more acerbic is smoking around her. |
Dancing on Strings:
| The Username Found |
My head turns to the sound of:
| Tony Blackwater |
So many years have passed:
| Appears 22 |
I am most definitely:
| Male and Straight |
The mirror reflects what I am inside:
| Tony |
I can't change what I am:
| Vampire |
I take my place very seriously:
| Outsider/Loner |
My cash flow:
| Private Investigator |
I was raised:
| Tony was raised human and even after his change tried hard to keep to those ways. He lives alone, preferring the silence it brings. He doesn't quite recall how or who changed him, but does remember fire and the his parents dead. Tony hopes to one day figure out his past, but tries not to dwell on it. He hasn't run across many of his kind so |
I'm known too:
| Tony is stubborn when he wants something. He hates pointless killings, but like peace and quite. He meditates if he feels he is growing too stressed. He is pretty mello, so if something bothers him, Tony will speak his mind about it. |
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:10 pm
Location:
New York City
Month:
April
Year:
2013
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:11 pm
OpenScene one . . .
Sirens wail through the night, splitting the air with screeching sound. The normal sounds of cars and footsteps of the city is diminished from the sirens from a collection of emergency vehicles. Heavy rain splashed down on the streets, sending any lingering people scurrying for home under rain jackets and newspapers. Groups of police and EMTs mull around the opening of an alleyway. Close to the opening of the alley are splashes of vomit, areas where the cops had lost control of their stomachs. More cops, these ones vice and homicide, are carefully making their way around a bloody crime scene.
Dark crimson blood mixes with the pounding rain, swirling in small eddies to the edges of the buildings, running in small rivers towards the sewer openings. The same sticky blood coats the walls of the close buildings, splashed as high as thirteen feet up the sides of brick. In the back of the alley a pile of flesh and bones is laid. Not even closely resembaling a human any more, the body is strewn over several feet. Only a few of the most hardened homicide cops are still lingering nearest to the body, trying vainly to capture some evidence before the rain washed it all away. Still, their faces are ashen as well, their cheeks turning a delicate shade of green as they fight the rising nausea.
On the building above them, one of the shorter buildings of the city a thin form crouches. It cocks it's head, looking down the thirty stories to the scene below it. Even if one of the cop's gaze had strayed upward the rain would have kept the being from sight. From it's elevation it's view of the picture below was dimmed a bit. But no where near as much as a human's would have been. A small, sick smile crosses the creature's lips as a stray change in the wind brought the rich scent of human blood up to his sensitive nose. Ah, such an tempting elixer. The same blood that coated the walls of the buildings was smeared on the underside of the person's jaw, the only area the rain couldn't wash it away. Allowing one last smile to cross it's face, the creature stood up. With a swift jump it cleared the distance to another building easily, then down into a different alley.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 8:12 pm
 Riitho Kane I'm more dominant than you. Alpha male of the Bronx Pack. Riitho stepped carefully to the right. A forensics guy walked through the space he had just occupied, not really noticing the dectective. It happened often, especially when Riitho was on edge as he was now. A lot of people just overlooked him. It was a were thing that just happened when he got nervous. And with human blood soaking into his boots, he was definitely a bit nervous. It was never too good to have a werewolf on the police force because of occasions just like this. But being Alpha, and one of the higher alphas of North America gave him just a bit more better control than most wolves. While the blood saturated alley made him tense and edgy, it didn't make him hungry as it would most of his pack.
The dark-haired alpha glanced around the gruesome scene, his black eyes narrowed. He didn't like that this was the fifth scene he'd been on in a week, and he still wasn't any closer to figuring out who was doing the killing. His eyes straying up to the streaks of blood on the walls that the rain couldn't quite wash away, Riitho grimaced. Someone, something, was having far too much fun preying on the humans. And it made Riitho's hackles rise just to think that it was on his territory. That took a lot of guts, or just pure stupidity. And not just on his territory, on the alpha of the Brooklyn Pack's territory as well.
It also didn't help keep the male calm when the leaders from other packs around the world were leaning on him to get the case closed before the humans could pry to far. Wouldn't it just be his luck that when the humans finally discovered that there were wolves among them it would be because of murders on his turf. That'd never go over too well with the councils of magic creatures.
Riitho sighed, sliding a hand into his pocket. He had already finished his inspection of the scene with his partner, but they couldn't leave until forensics was done as well. The were pulled a slightly crushed pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and a silver lighter. Blocking the cigarette from the rain, he lit it underneath the hood of his police rain jacket. The male took a long draw of sweet smoke into his lungs, ignoring the slight burn that came along with it. He didn't smoke often, just when it seemed necessary. And this was definitely necessary.
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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 9:44 pm
 Lynestra Donovin, Vampire Duchess 
The pretty vampress slides to the edge of her silk-draped bed, letting her narrow feet touch the floor gently. The woman rose to her feet, the thin silk gown she customarily wore to bed settling down to half way down her thighs. She caught a glimpse of the rain pour down outside through the velvet curtains covering the window, causing a thin smile to curve her lips. The lithe vampire stepped across the room to her wardrobe, pulling open the twin set of doors.
After a moment of careful consideration she pulled out a pair of soft dress pants and a gauzy light blue blouse. Moseying over to the bathroom, Lyn started the shower running, filling the room with steam. She stripped her nightgown off, letting it pool on the floor in a filmy puddle. The woman then climbed into the shower, bathing quickly under the hot spray. After she's done she stepped out and towelled dry with a thick dark blue towel. Lynestra puts her clothes on carefully, smoothing away any possible wrinkles.
Once her clothes are in place the vampire attends to her face, carefully putting on make-up. The female blows a kiss to herself in the mirror as she finished. Lyn then left the still warm bathroom and headed for the door. She took a moment to slide her feet into black heels and pulled an ankle-length black trenchcoat on to protect her from the rain. After grabbing an unbrella from the stand she headed out onto the street.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:27 am
 Lily devlyn The beta wolf
“Get out of here, there’s no point in keeping the place open.”
She said to both girls and the one male who worked in the back. They nodded and thanked her grabbing their coats and anything else they had brought and then headed out the door. Lily locked it and started to clean up, it wasn’t like she had nothing else to do. She planned on heading to her mates grave, the rain didn’t bother her as much as it did others and she figured unless her alpha called her she was free for the day.
When she finished her duties she grabbed her leather coat pulling the collar up and walking out the door with her black purse. She shivered as the cold hit her at first but soon she adjusted to it. She headed down the streets towards the huge cemetery a few blocks away. She looked up as she heard sirens, but then again it was New York and sirens were constantly going off in the streets. As she walked her hair became plastered against her skin and she growled slightly, an animalistic sound that no one noticed at all. She walked into the cemetery and headed to the grave she knew as her mates. It had been over a year now but it was still raw in her eyes. She stood in front of the grave just staring.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:18 pm
Lynestra Donovin, Vampire Duchess The city looks so pretty do you wanna burn it with me?
Till the skies bleed ashes and the ********' skyline crashes
They catch us with the matches and ignite the flame
And all the hopes of a youth deemed ********' insane. Boot heels clacked loudly as the beautiful vampire stepped out into the street. Rain beat steadily against the protective shell of her black umbrella, the sound making eerie but lovely music to the ears of the immortal. She paused for a second outside her apartment door, her pale red eyes gleaming in the dark of the night. There weren't many people out on the streets, even in the big city this night. Too many murders lately, and with the continuous rain of April, no one wanted to be out and about. It didn't matter to the lady. There would be tasty snacks for her to tease into mesmerization in the clubs and bars she could frequent.
Eventually the thin woman began walking. Her pace was quick, yet still with the perfect grace only one of the undead could manage. And she had only perfected the sultry walk after centeries of practicing the art of tempting men into peering into her strangely colored eyes so that she could pull them into herself and ensorcell them. Then again, men were always so easy no matter what the era was. And always so delicious. A small shiver of delight ran up the pale woman's spine at the thought of rich, hot blood.
Her swaying walk ubruptly stopped, her boots clacking one last time with a strange note of finalty. The woman turned her head sharply, tilting it as she inhaled deeply. Her mouth opened and she snapped at the air with sharp teeth, a suddenly unhuman move in the strangely human-looking woman. She had years and years to develpe from a fledgeling into the perfect hunter she was now. And only moments of surprise caught her in an unhuman movement any more.
What had gained the blonde's attention was the tasty scent of a lycan. She turned, suddenly following the scent. It was done almost unconciously. Wolf-kins were delicious, not that she'd feed from any in this area. But their scent still brought out the predator in her. But the Vampire Duchess was more interested in what one of Riitho's wolves were doing out and about so close to her home territory. She was fairly sure the pack didn't know where she denned, but it made the predator in her uneasy. Hunters didn't like other hunters near their sleeping spaces, even if they were truced as she was with the local wolves. After all, she was the most powerful vampire in the city. There was no reason for her to fear the wolves, and they were numerous enough not to fear her.
The woman stopped again as the wolf she was tracking came into sight. Now looking at the female Lycan the vampiress can identify her as the beta of the Bronx pack. She just hadn't really gotten a good sniff at the wolf before. She tilted her head as she saw that the female was standing before a grave. She smiled faintly, remembering that the beta had lost her mate some time ago. Riitho had mentioned it at some point. "Strange time to be out when there's a magical murderer abroad," said Lynestra, her sultry voice rich with interest and a hint of amusement. She couldn't help it. She was a vampire. Everything was funny to her except fire and stakes.They say take the pill, in God we trust, go and kill
God loves us as in life, as in death, breathing till there is no breath
I will not die in the night but in the light of the sun
With the ashes of this world in my lungs.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:05 am
Lily devlyn The beta wolf
“There’s usually a murderer of some sort around, heck we are technically considered murderers by many.”
And they really were, predators of the night stalking prey, only difference between them is the vampire took living prey, human prey at that and the wolves rarely hunted humans. She wiped the rain from her face, it was mixed with tears of course but no one would be able to tell. She was drenched to the bone but was listening to every movement around her, always on edge when she was out alone.
“This is a strange place to see you, usually I believe your in the clubs by now, or stalking some pour man with lust in his eyes. not standing in a yard of the dead.”
Yeah she was teasing, but she always did. She liked being around others even if it was a vampire, this vampire always seemed to have something fun happening. She turned back to her mates grave, she was starting to become cold and irritable though and knew better then say anything to the woman, she did not want to ruin the truce and she knew she could. She ran her hand through her hair getting it out of her face.
“I was just about to head home anyway.”She was a little afraid of who was killing but she was strong and she did not like the idea of having to be kept indoors, she liked working and every night she came to this place so anyone who told her different usually got their head bitten off.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:39 am
Riitho Kane I'm more dominant than you. Alpha male of the Bronx Pack. My body doused in ash with two empty cans of gas
The only evidence they have is a police sketch of my mask
And it's hard at times to ask if you could save my heart for last
And it's hard to face the facts when the darkness fades to black.
It's not just make believe, when they make me take a seat
And they put amphetamines in the air and make me breathe
So come on and grab your children, look out for burning buildings
And villains who pillage, they're killin' by the millions Riitho took another long drag from his cigarette as his black eyes stared towards the massacered body. He turned his head slightly, looking towards a younger cop as the man began speaking to him. The words mostly just washed right over Riitho, not sinking in at all. His dark eyes studied the jabbering man closely, noting the lines of stress around the officer's eyes and mouth. He'd be having nightmares about these scene for months, that was evident. The acidic stench of vomit, muted in the rain still lingered on the man. He was young, it wasn't a surprise he had lost control of his stomach. Riitho could never understand why they sent the young ones to scenes like this. He supposed they had to learn sooner or later, but still. It was hard for even the older cops to stomach when someone was murdered like this.
Glancing up at the smearing stains of crimson on the gloomy walls, Riitho shook his head slightly. He pinned his black gaze on the young one again and said, "Sorry, I was lost in thought, what did you say?" The young officer gave a nervous, sick glance at the body that was currently getting covered with tarps by forensics. After his gaze was fixed on the tired detective in front of him again, the young officer stated that Riitho's partner was ready to head back to the station and was waiting in their car. Riitho jerked his head in a nod, dropping his cigarette to the ground. He crushed it under his boot, making sure it was out though he knew the pounding rain would take care of it. "Thanks, go home and get some rest, we're done here," said Riitho to the young officer, allowing a little of his alpha magic to seep into the words. Unable to resist the dominant's command that he didn't even know was there, the young human's shoulders relaxed, a slightly dreamy look crossing his face.
Riitho then moved on, pausing at the end of the alley to survey the remaining NYPD officers that were still keeping the few people out and about away. Riitho scowled slightly as he moved towards the car that his partner was sitting in. As he sank down in the passenger seat of the car, Riitho sighed deeply, flicking a glance towards his fully human partner. The tan-skinned man has a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel, though is face is calm. The scent of weary, frightened human rolled off him in waves though, filling the wolf's nose.
The pair didn't speak as they made their way to the station. There was nothing to say between them, at least not yet. Not till the shock of another gruesome murder wore off and they had their cop faces on to discuss possiblities. "I'll see you in the morning, Kane," said Riitho's partner as he parked the unmarked police car and unsnapped his seat belt. "Yeah," grunts Riitho, sliding out of the car. He gave his partner a tired nod and headed for the doors of the station.
Once inside Riitho went straight to his office area, sinking down at his desk. With still wet hands he typed out a quick report to his senior officer and e-mailed it. The were alpha then rose to his feet. He paused there, a frown on his dark face as he thought about what to do next. Water dripped from his clothes, forming a puddle on the floor beneath him. Glancing down the were scowled, his boots still held the tint of human blood.
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