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located in Seattle, Washington, a part of Wolves Reign: Blood Moon, one of the many universes on RPG.

Seattle, Washington

Seattle is not it's vibrant Capitol Hill or Space Needle attraction; it's dark, uninviting, and cold in more ways than one... Crime and danger lurk around every corner in this werewolf populated metropolis.

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Character Portrait: Cade Bishop Character Portrait: Jackson Kastner
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J A C K S O N
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No sooner had they entered into this uber creepy, seemingly disused building did Jackson locate his missing regret from before. He was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite story, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the pages and spoken to him. This entire circumstance had caught him completely off guard. He hadn't known what to expect, but it sure wasn't this. Boy, the city is just chock full of surprises. Were all werewolves so ornery about tag-a-longs to their wolfie shindigs? He asked himself. He didn't understand if exclusivity was like some sort of pack thing or what.

Chiseled jaw Mc-glowing eyes was terrifying in his intensity to say the least, but Jackson couldn't help but be more exhilarated rather than frightened. He'd never been this close to other wolves before. All this raw bestial energy, something he had been forbidden from participating in for so long, made his threatening stance downright inviting. Jackson possessed a considerable level a chill, and figured remaining buoyant and convivial, an advertisement for friendship might de-escalate things a bit. He didn't know much if anything about werewolf hierarchy or etiquette.

"Oh, well I'm Jackson. Uh, nice to meet you guys I guess!" He began, settling into the situation. "Don't be too mad at Mattie here, we were a little too overwhelmed at the moment to really figure our shit out, ya know?" Jackson finished laughing awkwardly, rubbing the short hairs on the back of his neck. The surly wolf in front of him didn't seem any less agitated. It brought to mind the expression 'raised hackles' though Jackson wasn't entirely sure what hackles were.

"I don't want any trouble, really. Your boy just seemed to be in a pinch, and I can relate. Those guys were douchey times infinity." He huffed out a breath of air, pantomiming an expression of relief and ease, like he wasn't completely keyed up and vaguely concerned this dude may actually lurch forward and attack him at any moment.

"Anyways, we're co-conspirators now, so it's not like you have to worry about me saying anything. I don't want to get in trouble any more than you. Besides, Grand Theft Auto is as I know it, a more severe offense than whatever charges he could have stick to him."

He refrained from pumping a fist and adding something along the lines of 'Wolf Power.' or 'Wolves for life, bro.' That would probably have been a tad much. He was talking too much.