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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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Having just decided to place a modicum of trust in Jackson a mere moment ago, the group did not yet have confidence enough to reveal the route to their super-secret hide away to him. They offered him a potato sack to cover his head mafia style, doused in stale coffee remains and murky, oil laden rain water to mask the scent along with his vision. They sought his blind trust and he aimed to give it to them. However, this did nothing to bury the sounds around him as he was surreptitiously steered to their destination by Matteo’s steady hand. Jackson had grown quite sensitive to picking up auditory ques from playing wolfish games with his mother. He opted not to mention this, it's not like he knew his way around the city anyway.

When Matteo finally released Jackson’s jacket cuff, he slowly raised the bag up and allowed himself a moment for his eyes to adjust. The building they were in was a study in functionalism; a rejection of ornament. Like prairie style architecture had a one night stand with American colonialism in a steel factory that had sat unused for 20 years. He was standing at the start of a long, straight corridor with rooms sprouting from each side. It was oddly reassuring in a way he couldn’t quite understand. Later he’d realize it was a sense of familiarity. The building was, after all, an abandoned schoolhouse.

Jackson shook out his mop of hair violently like a wet dog before looking to Cade who without word led them all into one of the rooms to their immediate left. It was open and unfurnished, save for the odd chair or two living in the corners. Jackson stuck close to Matteo, who seemed unfazed as he took a seat on the ground near the front of the room at Cade’s feet with the rest of the recruits. They crossed their legs like carefree children, and Jackson safely nestled his mug in the crook of his lap.

Others filed into the room shortly after them, coming from seemingly nowhere, though how they knew to be there at all was a mystery. Soon the few he had already met were outnumbered by scores of older and more experienced strangers. Several sets of their luminous eyes remained on Jackson, likely wondering what some wind-beaten farm boy who looked like he'd been dug out of the sod was doing here.

Jackson’s body was suddenly inhabited by an indescribable energy that most only glace at during life-changing nervous breakdowns in middle school. Cade cleared his throat to speak and every wolf paid him obeisance.