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Bowen Davion

Sir Bowen, son of Owen, last of the House of Davion, and a 582 year old werewolf. CEO of Vindex.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Varden

Groups

Citizens of the Lutetian City State of Issunar
A small paramilitary mercenary group that was often employed by the various Terran governments and national organizations.
A pack of one.

Description

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The Past


ImageImageBowen Eli Davion was born in 1432 during a turbulent time of war between two of Terra's nations. This war had gone on for very nearly one hundred years before his birth. Since Bowen was born to the House of Davion, a noble family of one of these kingdoms it was his duty to serve as a knight and bring honor to his house and the king he and his family had sworn fealty to.

There was nothing special about Bowen's childhood besides the wealth his family possessed. This wealth elevated him above the level of the common peasants and serfs of the kingdom and allowed him and his brother access to the finer things in life available during this time period. The best in life included the finest martial training to be had. He was also given access to women and other finery as was his birthright.

He served valiantly as a knight for the House of Plantagenet, the king's house for five years. His fifth year marked the end of the long war and the House of Plantagenet and all the houses and armies under it were forced to return home. During his time in the war he showed great aptitude with the bow and the sword but did not participate in heavy fighting. The House of Davion and those men who served it were often set as rear guard and so saw only skirmishes and peasant insurrection. After the war the House of Davion was one of the houses the ruling monarch accused of a fault and blamed for the loss of the war. So it was that Davion lost his lands and much that goes along with his noble birthright after the war ended.

The loss of his lands was not the most notable event of Bowen's life during the years of 1454 to 1456. As he and a small party of the his knights were returning home they were ambushed near the cost as they prepared to board ship and leave the mainland for home. They were slaughtered to the man save Bowen who was injured. Bowen had described the ordeal and insisted that his men had been slain by demon wolves. At the time it was thought that his injury was mortal as he was found by a group of knights belonging to the House of Thatcher. During the next week these knights brought Bowen over the sea with them and returned him to his lands and his home.

The demon wolves his men had been slain by had been lycanthropes and the wound he had received had infected him with the disease. His strong constitution had saved him though the wound had been grievous and meant to kill, not injure him. During the next couple weeks he would struggle with the mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical pain and anguish of becoming what he would later discover was a werewolf. During this time he thought himself evil and often berated himself and named himself a coward for refusing to commit suicide. The struggle was most difficult after getting word of his brother's death at the hands of an enemy ambush during a withdraw from a fort on the coast.

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The Present


ImageImageDespite the loss of his noble title and his lands Bowen Eli Davion has proven extraordinarily long lived. His tremendous constitution as a human was only enhanced when he became a werewolf. This has afforded him the time to amass large sums of money and power that dwarfs his former holdings as a noble lord. Money and power was never enough for Bowen and he has always sought the acceptance of his fellow man or werewolf. As such he has worked hard to defend Terra and its people and formed the mercenary organization known as Vindex.

Vindex is a small paramilitary mercenary group that was often employed by the various Terran governments and national organizations for reasons of plausible deniability during the last five years. Their missions were often small scale clandestine operations and they were employed only when a national military force could not be risked of political and/or diplomatic consequence was of a major concern. As such Vindex operates under a false front called Castle. This allows Vindex and its operatives the ability to live their lives free of reprisal when not on the job.

In the present day Vindex employs about ten skilled operators and has quite a collection of advanced gadgets and weaponry. The company has a small military compound located on the outskirts of Wing City and an office located in Lutetia. They often assist the local police agencies or private citizens when they need to hire a private investigator or security services. Bowen seldom involves Vindex with the various packs or factional groups in Lutetia but he is known to support the city and various charities. As such he is well liked by the city government and the people and often touted as a upstanding and moral citizen. After his first transformation and the death of his brother he became an atheist but does support many local religious groups for the positive and moral influence they can have on young people.

Bowen has had many passing loves during his long life and yet has never had children. He surmises the cause of this to be a fever he had during his youth that may have left him sterile. Despite his capability to love he realizes that he will outlive any woman he chooses as a wife and thus often breaks off relationships after months and before they can become serious enough to cause his would be spouse heart ache. His kind heart often becomes a bleeding wound after these brief relationships as he falls in love rather easily.

As far as a werewolf goes Bowen is pretty common with exception to his constitution and regenerative capabilities. Some have speculated that Bowen is gifted with true regeneration and could heal lost limb or organ. He has yet to test this theory and has no wish to do so but has noted that he heals extraordinary quickly even when faced with weapons and other devices that one of his kind should not be able to recover from. He has been described as tough as nails by his employees and friends. When he is forced into the war form and must contend with tooth and claw he prefers the use of speed, skill, and dexterity over brute strength. In the form of a wolf, the war form, or anything in between he has dark hair and bright yellow eyes.

Bowen is the oldest living werewolf he knows. His age does not make him any more or less powerful physically. He does possess a vast array of skills, talents, and knowledge accrued and honed over his long lifespan. He enjoys painting and regularly sits in on the Lutetia Musical Orchestra as a violinist, saxophonist, or pianist. He does have a few vices which include drinking expensive scotch and smoking imported cigars. To the outside world, he appears as a young, handsome, business-savvy, and charming man. However, he has a "dark side": he secretly practices BDSM.

Werewolf Traits:
• True Regeneration - Bowen heals with extraordinary swiftness, but not quite instantaneously. Almost no injuries are permanent, save the loss of his head or the destruction of his heart. Loss of limb or damaged organ takes days to recover from while punctures, lacerations, bullet wounds, and broken bones can be recovered from in seconds or minutes depending on the severity. Bullets are pushed from his body as his regeneration takes effect. Bones reset themselves unless his flesh is restrained. Lost limb can be reattached provided it is done with great haste.
• Weaknesses - Whilst silver is not any more effective at damaging him than other weapons, wounds caused by silver weapons or that come into contact with silver have their regeneration greatly impeded. Wounds caused by contact with silver also sting and burn. Aconitum or Wolf's Bane is still as poisonous to him as it is to other people. He is resistant to poisons and diseases with exception to Aconitum.
• Enhanced Strength/Agility - Bowen has enhanced strength and agility even in the homid form. He has the greatest strength while in crinos form and the greatest agility and speed while in lupis form. A good mix of both would be the hispo form.
• Enhanced Senses - Bowen has enhanced hearing and smell even in the homid form. His senses are sharpest in the lupis form.
• Enhanced Toughness - Bowen is as tough as nails even in the homid form. His bones are denser and his skin is harder to penetrate. While in crinos or hispo form his skin has toughness not unlike steel chainmail.
• Altered Forms - Bowen has five distinct and separate forms available to him. While in most of these forms he can easily maintain his intelligence and the process of rational thought unless set to a true emotional rage or when exposed to the light of a full moon. These forms are; the homid form that resembles his former human self, the glabro form which roughly resembles a human but has too many bestial features to be mistaken for a human in bright light, and the crinos form which is the massive hybrid form commonly associated with a lycanthrope, the hispo form - the shape of a prehistoric dire wolf, and the Lupus form which is indistinguishable from a normal wolf but with superior agility and speed. He can change at will but is most comfortable in the homid, lupus, or hispo form and seldom uses the glabro or crinos form.

Glabro: The glabro form is bipedal, and it doesn't possess obvious fangs or claws, but the resemblance to a human being ends there. Bowen gains two-hundred pounds of muscle and six inches of height when shifting into this form from his normal human self. After the shift he stands at six foot, eight inches tall and weighs in at four-hundred and twenty pounds. His body hair becomes much more profuse, his teeth and nails elongate, his brow slopes, and he looks huge and menacing. He can speak though his words have a guttural rasp to them. His eyes glow with a menacing yellow.

Crinos: Crinos is not a form for deliberation, even with other werewolves. Shifting from glabro to crinos, Bowen grows in height by three foot, four inches and gains another four hundred pounds of muscle weight. His head changes to a wolf's maw, and the fangs and claws are now fully grown. His arms become long and apelike, and he can move either on two legs or all fours. He grows a tail, which helps with balance and a thick coat of fur as dark as midnight. He can speak albeit very crudely, managing maybe one or two words at a time. Bowen has great difficulty keeping control while in this form and so seldom uses it.

Hispo: The hispo form resembles a normal wolf in the same way that the glabro form resembles a normal human. Bowen in hispo form looks like a prehistoric dire wolf. His head and jaws are massive, even more so than the crinos form, and his bite is more powerful because of this increased size. He can stand on his hind legs in hispo form with great difficulty if necessary, but he is much more comfortable on all fours.

He has no hands in this form and cannot speak. Bowen stands five foot tall at the shoulder and weighs slightly more than eight-hundred pounds while in in this form. He has midnight fur and yellow eyes. He walks and runs on four legs and thus is faster and a bit more agile. His senses are more acute in this form.

Lupus: A werewolf in lupus form cannot be distinguished from a natural wolf and in some cases a large dog with wolf lineage. Bowen resembles a rather large but very handsome wild wolf with midnight fur and yellow eyes. He is most comfortable in this form or in the homid form. His senses are sharpest in this form and he is very fast on his feet and agile. Bowen weighs about one hundred and twenty pounds, only slightly bigger than a natural gray wolf.

• Lunar Cycle - Bowen is forced to transform into Lupus form if exposed to the full moon's light.

Standard Equipment:
• Silvered/Carbon Steel Khukuri or Silvered/Carbon Steel Tomahawk
• Browning Hi Power Standard Semi-Auto Pistol

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Image James Guiscard otherwise known as Baron and leader of the Bloodstone Pack runs his territory with fairness. The Vindex building resides within Baron's territory and Baron and Bowen are on amicable terms for now. The current way of things, the way things have been going for the last five years can not continue on as they have been going. Though Bowen respects Baron the two are irrevocably alpha males in the same area. While Bowen may want nothing more to join other wolves in a pack he is an alpha male and refuses to fall under the leadership of another. He also has three other wolves working at Vindex and can not make such a decision for them.

After refusing Bowen's offered aid a number of times primarily to due to politics and pride, the Bloodstone Pack leader may have burned bridges that are not so easily repaired.

ImageVanessa Richard is a member of the Bloodstone Pack and one of Bowen's romantic interests. Recent events such as the kidnapping of Vanessa's daughter, Sophia by Alek, a vampire have not allowed them to get to know each other as Bowen would have liked. If there is one thing that may convince Bowen to fall under the leadership of another it may be love that does it. As of this point he is infatuated with her but is not sure if his feelings are caused because of the stability she represents or if there is something deeper hidden there in. To say there isn't some sexual attraction would be a lie. Little does Bowen know that Vanessa has been attempting to distance herself from her pack.

Image Chloe Sandara works for Vindex and for Bowen. She is Alphonse's partner and both of them respect her as a capable detective even though she has not been with the company long. There was a strong physical attraction between Bowen and Chloe the moment they were first introduced. Ever since she was attacked by Alek, a vampire and her apartment was burned down she has been living at Bowen's apartment on the third floor of the Vindex building. While Bowen does care for her and wishes nothing more than to keep her safe he also feels that her lack of control over her own life could influence him in ways that would turn his life upside down. Still he enjoys her company and the physical attraction is hard for him to resist.

So begins...

Bowen Davion's Story

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It was a deathly darkness that was so commonplace for Lutetia's nightlife that surrounded them. The putrid air of the Phantom Quarter was hardly anything one wished to tolerate for very long, what with epidemic plague lingering about the atmosphere. The buildings were wretched in appearance, sporting broken outer portions and decaying interior; truly a testament to Lutetia City's infamous legacy. The rancid smell was the crux of the entire locale: it was a scent that could only be compared to the stench of a thousand corpses left to ferment in a sauna, a rather hot stink that burned the sinuses upon contact.

However, the Slayers of the Ardelean Society needn't worry about the detrimental effects of the Phantom Quarter's air; their power armor was outfitted with an air filtration system, allowing them to explore even the most toxic of places without fret. Hulking masses of metal they were, prowling the night, led by a stoic and rather unassuming Hunter by the name of Isaac Irons.

This night saw them on the prowl for a rogue vampire; formerly a human female who now assumed the moniker of Circe. She was wanted for six counts of murder in the first degree, at least four counts of illegal practice of black magic, and nine counts of theft by taking. Circe was fond of alchemical ingredients, and usually took it upon herself to liberate stores across the city of such items. However, lately she has been using these treks as opportunities to feed, resulting in loss of life for the poor bastards unlucky enough to fall within her gaze at such a particular moment.

Isaac, in his investigation, had tracked her last known whereabouts to an abandoned pub in the southernmost parts of the Phantom Quarter. She had picked a fitting area to take up squatting; the surrounding locale was dangerous territory, especially for ones of their sort. The Society didn't have many real friends amongst the supernatural community, and a good number of those who considered themselves enemies to the Ardeleans had taken up residence here.

As they approached, Isaac signaled his team of Slayers to halt, walking up to one of the windows as the soldiers held back. Peering in the cobweb-spattered window, he caught an eyeful of the pub's internal makeup. The state of the decor left nothing to be desired: most if not all of the furniture was worn, splintered, or merely broken to pieces. The paint along the walls as beginning to fade and peel, and the floorboards were rotting profusely. It was quite befitting of a cretin such as the one they were seeking.

Waving the Slayers to his position, Isaac mentally prepared for what was to come next. Guns drawn, he took a deep breath, nodding to one of the Slayers to open the door, his brothers-in-arms waiting behind him against the wall. Slowly and carefully, the large figure reached out for the doorknob, only to have it separate from the door itself once it was turned. He stared at it in confusion for a moment, and in mere moments was consumed by white-hot fire that exploded outward from within the decrepit building. The rest of the team turned away from the heat, but the horrified and pained shrieks of their comrade were unavoidable. The flames had burned so intensely, the Slayer's armor became an oven. He was cooking alive inside his own suit, and there was nothing to be done for him.

Meanwhile the flames caught onto the aged wood of the building, seeking to burn it to the ground. Isaac reasoned that it wouldn't make sense to remain within this particular lodging if Circe were going to destroy it herself, and surmised that she must have moved on. That, however, wasn't the part that unsettled him...

'How did she know we were coming?' he thought.

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Bowen had just so happened to be sitting in a black dodge charger across the street and down a few buildings from Circe’s previous lodgings. He had been watching the place for a few hours now at the behest of the community and the local police chief as she was the top suspect of a number of child kidnappings.

The explosion and subsequent fire caused him to exit his vehicle and call the local fire house. He did not run to assist the Ardelean team as he would only cause added confusion and wasted time if he inserted himself into the situation. This was not the first time he had encountered the slayer’s society. Both groups often operated in the Phantom Quarter and thus were not strangers.

It would take a few minutes for the emergency vehicles to arrive. Circe's old pad was already engulfed to the roof.

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5 years ago...

Baron's lungs burned with the heat of his exertion as he barreled through the city, and his tongue lolled from his panting jaws as he closed in on the sound of gunfire in the distance.

He had picked up Jason's scent a few blocks ago, and the sound of gunshots had spurred him on even as shouts of surprise followed in his wake. Werewolves where a normal enough part of the city, but most of them kept to Vargeras, and having one come tearing through Luskonios was something that they didn't see every day.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins but his heart sank as the gunfire fell silent, but he pushed on towards where he had last heard the shots. His sprint slowed to a lope when he cut down a side street as he caught sight of a figure moved towards him, and as he drew closer Baron's steps fell to a walk and his lips curled into a low growl at the figure carrying Jason. The stench of blood filled his nostrils, but the lad's chest still rose and fell.

Baron's fur rippled and receded as he shed his wolfish form, and a few minutes later a man was crouched in the street.

He stood and walked towards the figure.

"What happened," he growled out.

"Riddled with silver", Bowen said with some difficulty through clenched teeth. The smell of blood was thick and it was hard to tell but Bowen thought he detected similar scents that could only indicate a pack relation. The boy was not the only one who had been shot

"You know him then? Take him. I been shot just a bit less than him." The boy lay across Bowen's back and both were drenched in a mixture of each other's blood. Bowen's one free hand was used to prop himself up against a rusted garbage dumpster, his other arm threaded over the boy's leg and grasping one of his wrists to allow him the free arm and balance of the load.

As Baron came forward to take the boy from him he would speak again. "The boy was on a rampage. A hunter of Ardelean tried his best to put him down."

Baron took the weight of boy from Bowen, lowering him on the pavement to lean Jason's back against the dumpster.

"I'm sorry," Jason gaped through bloodied lips.

"It's alright, it's not your fault," Baron told him.

He gripped one of Jason's bloodied hands in his own while holding the back of the lad's neck with his other hand. "Everything's going to be alright," he told the lad as he rested his forehead against Jason's.

The boy's breathing was wet and labored, and Baron knew well the folly of taking him to a hospital at this point. Even if he pulled through this, it wouldn't cure the insanity that would slowly grip him until there was nothing left of the lad's humanity.

"Just get some rest. Everything will be fine."

It didn't take long for the boy to draw his final breath and for Baron to speak to the stranger.

"The Ardelean are butchers," he growled. "He didn't choose this."

"No one chooses their lot in life", Bowen said through his teeth as he ripped his shirt and fashioned a makeshift bandage in an attempt to stop the lifeblood draining from his left leg. He could feel the bullet sizzling inside his flesh, reacting to his blood. The pain was excruciating but nothing compared to some of the things he had experienced during his life.

"If you want your revenge the hunter...", Bowen said and then let loose a deep growl as he applied pressure to the wound and cinched the bandage. "... he had a purple hat and duster."

Baron hoisted the boy up over his shoulders and stood back up with a grunt. The kid hadn't had any family when Jason had first found him, and he was intent on taking him back to the only family he had known these past few months.

"What's your name?" Baron asked.

"Bowen is my name." He stood straight then and stretched out a hand covered in blood, the blood of Jason and his own.

"Baron."

It was the only response Baron offered as he turned to leave.

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Enter Bowen Eli Davion, a lone wolf, not a member of Baron's pack. It had been five long years since he had caught this scent. Surely this was the same pack scent he had detected on that bloody night. Surely this was Baron's pack. The sleeves of his black button down were cinched up at the forearms and the cuffs of his ragged blue jeans hung over a pair of brown boots.

Bowen smelled the air and then moved to the bar. "I suppose you don't have any Macallan 1939?", he said and paused short before following up with his true order. "Give me a glass of the Aberfeldy then." His drink of choice was still very expensive, likely the most expensive choice The Den had to offer. He took a seat.

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Bowen was met with some uninviting looks as he entered the bar, and hostile eyes lingered on his back as he seat himself at the bar.

The tender, a lean, clean-shaven man named Jacques, was wiping out a glass when Bowen ordered his drink. He cast Bowen a suspicious glance, not yet moving to pour the man the requested Aberfeldy.

If Bowen had a keen ear, he might take note of the quiet murmurs in the background.

"Look at the set of balls on this one?"

"Do you suppose he's with one of the east side packs?"

"There's only one way to find out..."


It was likely only a matter of time before some of the rowdier patrons opted towards roughing up this strange wolf that had found his way into their bar.

Jacques asked as he set the glass down and retrieved another. "We don't take too kindly to the other packs poking their noses into Bloodstone business," he warned the newcomer.

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"No pack likes it when the lone wolf wanders in for a drink and a drink is what I am here for. Here for that and to catch up with Baron. Is he still around?" He paused for only a moment and then continued on without waiting for an answer. "How about that drink?" If Jacques made no move to serve the scotch then Bowen would stand from his stool at the bar and look around with a slight smirk.

He then would turn back to Jacques and half speak, half sing in a mock country accent. "But if you wanna fight tonight, guess those boys don't look all that tough." The funny thing about all this was that Bowen didn't even care for that particular singer's music or even country music in general. He was a fan of the classic rock bands of the 60's, 70's, and early 80's but those lines just seemed so right and he hadn't been in a good bar fight for nearly thirty years.

If there was a fight brewing here Bowen knew he was severly outnumbered. Big balls indeed! He was confident that he could take them one or two at a time unless they decided to shift. He doubted they wanted the bar that smashed up and bloody. If a fight was inevitable Bowen was hoping for a more civilized brawl. How can any brawl be civilized? A civilized brawl ends without intestines, blood, gore, and limbs strewn about. At least that was Bowen's definition of the term.

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Jacques gave a half amused smirk as he continued wiping at his glass. This man was cocky, he would give him that. But he was setting himself up for an ass beating from the look of the others giving him the eye. He certainly wasn't going to intervene on the man's behalf. He didn't owe this stranger a thing.

Though what came next likely saved Bowen the trouble of dealing with a bunch of territorial wolves.

The front door swung open and a man and a woman entered, unclothed and with their exposed flesh peppered with what appeared to be small shards of shrapnel. Only instead of piercing the body and bleeding, it looked as though they had been grafted to the body leaving it blistered and red.

"Jesse, we're going to need you downstairs," Carlisle told one of the younger looking individuals that was currently engaged at one of the pool tables.

"Uh... sure thing," he answered as he passed his pool cue to one of the other players. "Everything alright?" he asked.

"No."

The remainder of the conversation would go unheard as the trio made their way down into the cellar.

Meanwhile a woman had sidled up into a seat next to Bowen. She was a young woman with auburn hair and coy smile.

"Tell you what, stranger. I'll get you that drink, and if you tell me a bit about yourself maybe I'll see about helping you find that man you're looking for," she offered as she signaled for Jacques to go ahead and poor the drink.

The tender didn't look none too pleased with her fraternizing with the stranger, but as long as one of the pack was vouching for him he went ahead and provided the requested drink.

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Bowen looked the woman up and down, pausing on her curves only briefly before taking in her face and her scent, unique to her but also a part of her pack.

Aberfeldy 21 is a single malt whiskey. Twenty-one years of aging placed it as a flagship vintage for the brand. It was expensive for this location but not something he would normally drink if he wanted scotch. He raised the glass to his face and smiled. Its nose was a mixture honey with a just a hint of fruit. The drink had a thick malt, enlivened by a fresh, zesty quality. Don't let that fool anyone though. It was still whiskey. He turned to the woman, producing a smile of his own but not drinking yet.

Bowen chuckled at something he nearly said that he found greatly amusing before speaking. "Thanks. My name is Bowen Eli Davion and I was born in Qeulaya in the summer of 1432. That country was absorbed some time ago into the Terran National Government." He commented as if giving a lesson in history and then sipped his drink, letting the smooth vanilla and refined smokey flavor pass over his tongue and down the back of his throat. He lowered the drink and half extended his right hand to the woman. "Your name?"

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"Bowen Davion? With the Vindex?" she asked. "If you had thrown that name around sooner, you might have gotten your drink with a lot less hassle," she teased as she took a sip of her own drink through a thin straw. It appeared to be a fruity concoctions of some sort or another.

"Though, I always did wonder why Baron lets you operate out there. I imagine there's a story behind that."

It was three years ago that Baron's territory had spread to include the business district along the west end of Vargeras. Baron had decreed the Vindex off limits to the pack, and Bowen exempt from affiliation. Just like that without so much as an explanation, Bowen had been left to continue running his business unhindered by the Bloodstone pack's encroachment.

Baron had never spoke of it to either pack, nor Bowen, and it simply remained as an unspoken understanding.

"I'm Vanessa," she added. "So what do you need with Baron?"

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As Vanessa spoke, Bowen just smiled. He had not known of Baron's decree. He had mixed emotions on the subject as Vanessa spoke. 'Though, I always did wonder why Baron lets you operate out there.', she said. Bowen took another sip of his scotch in an attempt to cool his smoldering pride before it became anger. He was confident she had meant to injure him with that remark. She had succeeded weather she had meant to or not and he would have been hard pressed to restrain his hand if he had not been holding his drink. On the outside the man seated at the bar to the left of Vanessa was as cool as a piece of granite; cool, calm, collected, and in control of the situation.

"A pleasure to meet you Vanessa. What do I want with Baron? Nothing specific. I just wanted to catch up with him. It has been about five years but I did want to speak to him about Ardelean." The Ardelean Society had been more active and more brazen in their attacks on the local werewolves. He could still smell the smoldering flesh of those that had retreated to the cellar. Bowen had even stopped allowing himself the freedom of running on a full moon out of some concern that he may not wake from his primal dream.

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Unbeknownst to Bowen, Vanessa had been genuinely curious as to Baron's decision and was simply fishing for a story. That the man had taken offense at her words went as much over her head, as the harmless nature of the inquiry had gone over his own. And so the pair drank, and talked, oblivious to what lay beneath each others outer exteriors.

"He's out on a run right now," she explained. "He usually hangs out in here though. If you stick around long enough, you'll probably catch him."

Her eyes slid past him to the pool tables. "I don't suppose you play?" she inquired.

There was that coy little smile again.

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His anger cooled with that coy little smile. Bowen stood from his seat. "Yes I do play but I didn't bring my cue." He would accompany her to a free billiard table and inspect a few cues before picking one that he deemed was straight enough. He then racked the balls and shook the spacing out before looking across the table at Vanessa and stepping back. "Lady's first."

She broke and sunk a striped ball and another on her second, a combo shot off a solid. He settled down to the table for his first shot, a rather easy corner shot off of one side of the table. He leaned across the table and pulled his cue back. "Then I will have to hang around for a bit.", he said with a smirk, his steel colored eyes glancing up to her and then back to the table before making his shot.

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A few more shots where exchanged before Vanessa spoke again.

"So how do you know Baron?" Vanessa asked as she leaned over to line up another shot.

Eyes where on the both of them as they played, but she didn't seem to be paying it any mind.

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"I took a few silver bullets for the pack. Bleed a few pints of blood and carried a dying boy on my back through some alleys in the Luskonios." He took his shot and then spoke again. "Its been about five years."

Bowen didn't go into who had fired those bullets and even if he was pressed about it he would only reply that it was not his place to go into further detail on the incident. "I am surprised Baron remembered me after that night." He had missed his shot, it had been a difficult one. He moved away from the table and looked at his hand as if he still saw all the blood. It had not been the first time he was covered in blood. It would not be the last time.

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Vanessa stood idly by as Bowen tried to make his shot before moving in to line up a simple shot. With his missed shot, she had a cushion to take the simpler shot rather than risking the game on a reckless one.

"And you're not Pack, why's that?" Vanessa asked.

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Bowen watched as she cleared the table of her balls and lined up for a shot on the eight-ball. "Too much pride maybe? I don't take orders well." Pack leadership and mentality is often hardwired into the spirit. It becomes inseparable from instinct or the self conscious voice within your skull. It is primal and can not be logically explained and it comes as natural as howling at the full moon. "I am a leader. I stopped being a follower a long time ago. That don't mean I am heartless."

Bowen had been a leader of men, a leader of knights serving under a king. He had served faithfully but his men were slaughtered save him and then they were all branded as traitors. His titles were stripped. His lands were seized. He was left with nothing. It was not in him to give that trust to someone again. He was looking at her as she attempted the shot but he was muddled in his own memories, so many memories.

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Vanessa stood up after sinking her own shot, and felt a pair of arms slip around her waist.

"What are you wasting your time with this loser for, babe?" Dominique Bastien asked. "Didn't you hear him? He's too good for us."

He sniffed at her hair.

"I'm not your babe, Bastien, and if you don't take your arms off me you're going to be missing that bean sized pecker you call a dick come morning," she warned him.

"Hey now," he said as he backed up holding his arms in a mock display of surrender. "No need for any of that..."

With Bastien providing an ample distraction, Marc dropped a beefy hand down onto Bowen's shoulder. Should Bowen turn around Marc was lined up to sucker punch him to get in the first hit.

None too amused at being utilized as a distraction Vanessa drove an elbow back into Bastien's gut while he was still too close to avoid it. He grunted and doubled over and she turned and shoved him back against the wall with the pool cue pressed lengthwise across his throat to make sure he didn't join the fray. Bowen was on his own with Marc though.

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The grating sound of a chair being pushed back from a table sounded as another member of the pack rose from his seat. Snow had been treating Vanessa's interactions with Bowen with disinterest until now, but as violence began to erupt, he downed the remainder of his drink, and got to his feet. The white-haired werewolf wasn't as large or intimidating as Marc, but he stared him down without seeming to be remotely cowed by that fact.

"Marc," he called sharply, narrowing his eyes at the other man, "He's not causing any trouble. Leave it. He knows Baron, let Baron deal with him."

He stepped over towards the pool table, but as of yet made no move to physically intervene.

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Lost in thought and ancient memories Bowen did not react as he would have, as he should have, or as his decades of military training and muscle memory would have had him act. He turned to face Marc to his right, also Marc's as the other man had touched his right shoulder with his right hand. Marc's strike, a left hook came across his body, and across his right arm as it retreated from Bowen's shoulder. The blow slammed into the right side of Bowen's face with enough force to spin his head back around.

To his credit Bowen did not fall. He did not even stumble away. If Marc didn't press the attack Bowen would turn back around and bring his right hand up to his jaw as if to mock Marc. There was no rage in Bowen's eyes. In fact he had the look of someone who was victorious and he had not even thrown a punch. It was then that Snow called out to Marc and if afforded a moment Bowen would lean his pool cue against a nearby wall.

When and if Marc pressed the attack he would find his follow up blows deflected. The movements of Bowen's body, his shoulders, arms, and hands pushed blows wide and to the outside. The tactic had the side effect of unbalancing Marc and opening up the centerline of his body for precise swift jabs to the bridge of his nose. The first or second jab would bloody Marc's nose, a psychological victory for Bowen.

If Marc threw more than a few more punches and did not back off Bowen would follow up one jab with another swift strike to Marc's Larynx. The interruption in Marc's breathing would likely cause him to reach for his own throat to which Bowen would respond by boxing Marc's ears with the flats of his hands. This would provide Bowen plenty of time to finish the larger man but he didn't. He was taking away Marc's senses one by one. Bowen would back away and let Marc recover if he could.

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Despite his massive size, Marc wasn't quite the untrained thug that he might at first appear. Instead of wild and reckless, his swings where controlled, and Bowen would have a hard time exposing him up as he fought with an intuitiveness that came with years of conditioning. Bowen got a few licks in, but nothing solid as Marc leaned his head back out of their path as if he could anticipate which ones he wasn't in a position to deflect.

Bowen's precise blows had caught him off guard as he hadn't expected the stranger to have the military training he appeared to have. He was on his guard now though and from the way he centered his weight and kept his arms squared off to his body, Marc seemed to have some measure of training himself. Military perhaps? Or law enforcement. It was difficult to say where he had learned to fight, but he was a man who knew how to control his size and strength.

Meanwhile strong arms locked around Venessa and pulled her off from Bastien much to her ire.

"Keep her out of this," he told the man holding her before turning to point a finger at Snow. "And you keep out of this too, Snow."

He straightened his shirt before picking up a pool cue from the table and giving it a quick examination.

"Baron's going to have your ass for this, Bastien," Vanessa warned.

"Baron's not here, babe," he replied smuggly before moving in to take a wild swing for Bowen's back with it.

Most of the people in the room seemed content to simply observe, rather than join the fray. In fact, money was exchanging a few hands as quick bets where being laid.