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Jazz

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a character in “Freaks Like Me”, as played by yogitheambrangyl

Description

Name: Jasmine, most just call her Jazz

Age: 19 almost 20
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Species: Shape-shifter, Panther Pride member
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Gender: Female

Height: 5' 10"

Build: Lean but well muscled, curves in all the right places.

Hair: Looks black, gray shine in the sun, a single purple stripe on the right side while in her human form.

Eyes: Light shade of silvery blue while human, once a panther they turn a few shades darker to an ice blue.

Other features: She has a faded scar from the top of her right shoulder, down across her back to her left hip.

About Jazz/History: Born to a set of shifters, the Pride is her family. Once she was old enough to shift completely she explored their entire territory, even straying a bit too far. She had gone into a Packs territory on accident and had been attacked even as a cub. With a large gash down her back as punishment she was sent back to her pride. After her mother became sick and passed, her father fought through the ranks to become the leader, putting her next in line to lead once he is gone. Many are resentful of her father's sudden and violent rise to power, believing she will act the same.

Abilities/strengths: Shape-shifts into a black panther, skilled at hand to hand combat using her speed and agility. Fairly skilled at sword play. She has heightened senses for hearing, sight, and smell.
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Weaknesses: She is at a disadvantage against brute strength.

Fears: Not exactly scared of it but she doesn't like large bodies of water. Gets agitated with large crowds. Scared of being overpowered and killed by one in her own pride.

So begins...

Jazz's Story

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Matthew Kobayashi Saito Character Portrait: Ushio Character Portrait: Lilia Character Portrait: Jazz

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Thorn Buchanan sighed as he walked down the street, frigid air making his jacket cling to him. Five hundred and ten years...How the hell have I managed to live five hundred and ten years...? One hand absently gripped the thick silver knot at his neck, his fingers gliding over it. Well....I know how I got into the situation that makes the question possible.... I miss you, Merrideth...

510 Years ago

HUNGER. That was the first thing, the first pain among a million pains and aches, that hit him: thirst so bad it was hunger. He sat up, and his head pounded so hard he thought his eyes would drop out of his head. With the head came his jaws, then from there downward every muscle and joint screamed in protest at movement. He groaned softly, looking around. God I smell foul....Last thing I remember was....Caine. He shot to his feet, hatred burning away any pain. Lord Caine had won the match; he remembered his sword sent flying across the clearing with a strength no human possessed. He remembered the lord's blade at his throat, then Caine's face inches from his own. Swirling eyes, a cruel, fanged smile....Then, blackness. How long have I been like this...? He looked down at himself; clothing near shredded, the smell....The dried blood on his clothes...
All reason left him then; all that mattered was the need to eat. No...feed. Every fiber of his new being took him to the nearest village, where he proceeded to slaughter every man, woman, child, pet--even flea bitten strays became prey...
"Thorn Buchanan, stop this!" He stalked toward the sun-haired woman who stood defiantly in front of a scruffy young male, staring at those violet eyes. He crouched back, and bolted forward to devour her as he had the others.
NO! Thorne skidded to a stop two inches from her face, fangs bared by her neck. He brought himself back into his mind at the sound of her scream; the boy ran for the stairs yelling. He staggered back in horror as what was left of his own village began to come from their hiding places--armed and furious, terrified, and as confused as he was.
Unable to think, the disgust and pain at realizing what he had done consuming him, he ran. And all the while, he heard Caine's laughter in his head...

Today
He had fled across the country that night, in his most instinctive Shift: that of a massive wolfhound. As the sun rose, and his skin began to prickle, he found relative safety in the darkness of a ship's cargo hold. Once he got off, he toured Europe for centuries. Country to country, war to war. And now here he was. Downtown in a place he didn't recognize, full of technology he didn't understand.
How much longer until I'm caught...?

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Jazz

Jasmine stared up at the tall looming buildings of downtown. Tucking in her hair behind her ear, accentuating the purple stripe down the right side of her head.
Why am I here again? She thought to herself, I should be at home...no not home...in the forest.
She was getting twitchy, ready to go running over the underbrush of the forest and climbing over the tall branches. She hadn't done so in days; and she wasn't about to tonight. Unfortunately one of the cubs had fallen yesterday, breaking his leg, and now it was infected. Being the daughter of the pride leader, she was chosen immediately to go out for the medicine.
Did he have to have a raging fever in the middle of the night?

She looked at the street signs, trying to find the Vets office that they all went to. Luckily the owner lived nearby and had told her on the phone he would meet her at the clinic.
Oh man...why does it have to blend in the all the other buildings...?
The alcove was always hard to find, there was no sign, no advertisement that it was there. Most of the shifters went to the same place, making it ideal that the owner kept it hidden.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz

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Thorne wandered as the weather got colder without realizing he had gone into a section of town he had never seen before. Granted, he was new to this city, but even still he had seen most of the place. He longed for a smaller, more open place like his old home. Those were getting fewer, farther between--
He froze as he caught the scent of a Pride Shifter, and turned toward the scent. A female was hurrying into a building with a sense of such purpose, he could only be reminded of a worried mother. The smells coming from the door she opened told him why: illness, recovering infections, many cleaning products and medicines. Intrigued, he bustled across the street, catching the door before it closed.I hope no one scents out my...Unwelcome half.... With an inward sigh, he pulled his jacket closer and fought hard to control his Vampire self.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz

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Jazz

She glanced around the clinic as she slipped inside the door. The smell was always a bit disorienting at first. Nothing but sickness, medicine, and cleaning chemicals. She avoided being in this place as often as she could but sometimes it was just inevitable.
He isn't here yet...maybe he's getting the medicine I need...
She didn't see the owner anywhere in the front room so she decided to wait. Leaning against the wall near a corner out of the way of the few others that were there waiting.
After a few moments she sniffed again, there was something off in the room. She glanced around, she could smell the different types of shifters. The pack members with the dog smell, a few flocks with their feathery scent, couple different pride members that she could see. Despite the place being neutral ground everyone stuck away from each other for the most part.
She sniffed a few more times trying to pinpoint the odd shift, she didn't know what it was but she could guess it was from the guy that had come in behind her. She watched him, trying to figure out what he was.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz

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Thorne glanced around at the handful of others in the building, praying that none would turn and look. The one he had followed in was waiting for something, as was everyone else here. He froze as she turned to face him. She was beautiful, true, but very young compared to him. With a slight sniff, he caught the scent of Panther on her. Don't come over here, please don't come over here. I haven't fed yet, please don't come and ask me what I am... Dammit, Thorne why did you follow this kit? He shifted uncomfortably, briefly rubbing his throat. It burned still from when he had last fed. Blood thirst on top of that, it was damn near unbearable.Last time I drink a substitute. That was an idiot move. Seemed it was a good thing he was here, if he could trust the one giving treatment. He could only hope te anther wouldn't get too close.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz

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Jazz

She continued to watch the newcomer for a few more moments before turning her attention back to the doors at the far end. The Doc had just come out and headed over. He smiled and gave her a few pills along with written instructions. She nodded a thanks to him before paying him. I hope this stuff works...his fever was pretty bad...
She turned and headed for the exit, not bothering to listen for who the Doc called next to go to the back. As she passed the stranger she glanced at him. Again she caught that strange smell and paused slightly. What is that...?? She almost stopped to ask; but she had to get home. Knowing she was going to regret it she continued walking past the stranger and pushed open the outside door. Hopefully I see him around again...then I'll ask. Definitely.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Ushio Character Portrait: Jazz

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Ushio ventured far until she came to a opening. It was a dirt road that led to a strange building she's never seen before. She read the sign but never heard of it. But after she approached the building with a few sniffs, she could smell medicine. She then watched a girl walk out with a bag of pills, but Ushio didn't bother to check what they were for.

She sniffed again and noticed she was like her kind, but from a different pack and, well, a panther. Ushio didn't know if she was a enemy or not, so she only gave the passing girl a respectful nod as they crossed paths. She then stopped at the front door. This was very nerve racking for Ushio, she's never been in a public building full of people before, despite the fact that the place is sort of hidden from sight. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She was a little surprised to see the building full of so little people, but was relieved at the same time. She took slow steps as she scanned the building. She looked at what was stocked on the shelves, but seeing it as a pharamcy, so her kind called it instead of vet, she wasn't that interested as she'd thought she'd be.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Ushio Character Portrait: Jazz

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Curious, Thorne watched the Panther go. He wanted to follow her--both sides of him wanted to chase something, to hunt it down. Best to get food before I go snooping in territories that aren't my own... He turned to leave, and almost crashed into a Fox. His arms snapped forward without thinking, grabbing her arms to steady her. "My apologies, young one..." He licked his lips, his eyes darkening as he quickly released the child and stepped back, trying to hide his shaking hands. He kept his jaw clenched to avoid revealing non-Shifter fangs.

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Character Portrait: Jazz Character Portrait: Remiel Character Portrait: Michael

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Jazz

She headed right home as quick as she could. For one she knew the cub needed the medicine soon, his fever was too high when she left, and it would definitely be worse when she got there.
As soon as she came into the house she knew she was right, the mother was rushing to refill the ice pack, nearly missing Jazz as she came in. She told the mother she had the medicine and looked over the instructions, telling her how to crush the pills and put them in a warm drink. They both went to the kid that was laying bundled in a few blankets on his bed, his mother helping him drink the warm tea.
She left as soon as she could, not because she didn't care about the cub, that she did. But the stranger was still on her mind. She wanted to know what he was, what group he belonged to, and why he smelled so different than any of the others she had ever smelt before. She headed back into the city, sniffing as she went, she did not expect him to have stayed at the clinic.
Maybe he was sick, and that's why he smelt weird... She started to retrace her steps, looking around at the people around her as she went.

Remiel

He looked over the billiards table, lining up his shot and taking it. He reached over and took the paper wrapped bottle from Michael. <We will always be children in their eyes.> He took a long drink and set the bottle down.
He wasn't as impatient as his brother but he did agree that they were always cooped up in the house. It was always lessons first, then meals, than some other noble business that they needed to learn or tend to.
<Why don't we just leave right now? There are still quite a few hours in the night. And some fresh warm food sounds excellent right now.> He leaned back against the wall. <That is, if you don't mind being yelled at by mother when we get back.>

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz Character Portrait: Remiel Character Portrait: Michael

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Jazz

She walked along the streets back towards the clinic. She thought that maybe the stranger would still be there, but that strange scent lead away from the building. Determined to find the stranger she followed the smell, going slowly so as not to get it confused with all the other scents of the city.
The scent lead to a club, one she knew she would never go inside; she avoided this area a lot actually, it was far from their range of territory.
I shouldn't be out here...why the hell am I following this person? Maybe he was kicked out of his pack...that's why he came to this area, he doesn't know which creatures claimed this part of town...
When she finally spotted him she glanced around, making sure there were no Vamps around, she could get killed easily if they found her here. With that thought she started to make her way towards the stranger.

Remiel

His next shot missed and he scowled a little. <Sounds good, this should be over soon...but I doubt she and Father will step down any time soon. They're too happy where they are.> He went and took his spot on one of the stools and waited. <Tired of being told what to do all the time, had a tutor since the beginning, I'm sure we know everything there is to learn.>

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz Character Portrait: Remiel Character Portrait: Michael

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Thorne

Thorne relaxed as the cool wind hit him, strolling out of Vampire territory and into a gap between it and the Shifter space. This two block stretch was full of humans, and probably the only place were Nightlings and Monsters could interact with any sense of peace or safety. He let his guard down, allowed his mind to wander.
Until the Panther from earlier came toward him. How did I not see her?! He growled as he whipped around, one hand up in a guard, the other reaching into his jacket. "What do you want, Panther-child? Why are you following me?"

Michael

Michael chuckled as Rem missed his shot, lining one of his own up from his perch. With a shattering crack, the balls went flying, bouncing off the walls of the table and each other--until three of his striped ones were pocketed. He grinned and pushed his glasses back onto his nose. <Unfortunately, too true. Only thing left to gain I experience, and we can't do that cooped p like his, now can we? Haven't had a chance to paint the town red in decades... When we do go out, it's always to some dull party full of ring-kissers and tissue paper dresses. All pomp and frills. I want to see one of them in modern vampire slink. Silk dresses that cling to the body and fitted suits. And people with their own opinions....> He sighed longingly.<Should stop by that blood club. The new one here. Perhaps we might find something particularly tasty....>

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz Character Portrait: Remiel Character Portrait: Michael

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Jazz

She relaxed only slightly as the man walked into what was more or less a neutral zone, then stumbled a little as he noticed her.
"Uh...I ah...you were at the clinic...I just, wanted to know who you were..." Smooth Jazz, smooth. Making an idiot of yourself... "You're different than the others I know are here...just wanted to know what...and if you needed help..."
She hoped that was a good explanation, it was the truth, though she did not know how she could help this man.

Remiel

He sat back and watched his brother hit the balls into the pockets, he would probably win again, not that he minded. <A club sounds perfect...though willing prey isn't always fun, but it'll do.> He was right, they were being sheltered too much, how were mother and father expecting them to rule if they did nothing but stay inside and go visit the kiss-up nobles. There was so much more to do outside, even more than when they were just human.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Jazz Character Portrait: Remiel Character Portrait: Michael

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Thorne

Relax.... No need to create suspicion... He lowered the hand in his pocket and turned fully to face her. "Kind of you to notice that I'm not like the others. I was kind of hoping you didn't though. I had thought I was being sneaky." He smiled a little to take the bite out of the words. "I doubt you could help me, child. However, I am Thorne Buchanan. What do they call you, Panther?" He held out his hand, begging she wouldn't sense him for what he was at the touch. Especially not out here...

Michael

He smiled, pocketing another two before he missed his shot. "Damn!" He sighed and sat down on his stool again. <Better than revealing ourselves. I don't need to be that stupid twice, brother...> He rubbed his shoulder, looking down at himself.Never again. No one needs to see these scars either...

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Jazz

She held out her own hand and shook his. She couldn't tell right away if he was mad at her or not, hopefully it was the latter. "Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz. And if you were trying to be sneaky, going into a clinic isn't the best move. It's easy to smell something that's 'off'." Or maybe it was a smart move...everyone who's sick smells different...
"You positive I can't do anything to help you?"

Remiel

He smiled as Michael missed the shot and he stepped up, taking aim. <All too true...do not need a repeat of that sunrise...> He hit the ball and with a soft thud it bounced off the sides of the table, knocking two of his solid colored ones into their pockets.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Ushio Character Portrait: Lilia Character Portrait: Jazz Character Portrait: Karou Thiago Character Portrait: Remiel Character Portrait: Michael

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(OOC: My apologies for taking so long to post guys, been going through school and some minor emotional issues. I hope everyone's still here....Tagged everyone so they knew I had FINALLY posted... Sorry again...)

Thorne

Thorne couldn't help but laugh at the girl's response. "A beautiful name, Miss Jazz. And for who I am hiding from, it is much smarter than it seems. Clinics are sanctuaries, to most sacred ground. Unless you're a vile coward, you wouldn't harm someone in a place of healing, spiritual or physical. As to helping me, perhaps you can start by explaining to me what it was you smelled? You still seem nervous, or am I mistaken?"

Michael

Michael couldn't help but flinch at the word "sunrise." He took a long drink, finishing off the hidden bottle and chucking it halfway across the room into the large trash can in the corner behind the bar with practiced aim. He ocld swear the times he missed still marred the wall with shards of glass.

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A few hours have passed since her incodent with Throne, Ushio was currently finding shelter. She was almost petrified, especially with vampires and god who knows what is hunting at this time. Why hasn't she returned to her pack? Long story short, she did, but after they smelled Throne's scent on her, she was banned for eternity. They were horrified that she came across such a creature. That's how serious these type of things were to her pack. They didn't even bother to look if she's been bitten! Ushio's fear of being alone for her whole life is slowly becoming a reality.

As she was walking along, trying to warm herself by rubbing her hands together, she heard voices. In fact, she was almost certain that she's heard one of them before. However, it wasn't anyone she knew personally. She sniffed the air as she slowly crept closer to the sound. After crouching behind a bush and peaking between its branches, she saw that it was the panther she passed by earlier, and... him.

Ushio's eyes widened. What was he doing here? However, Ushio didn't wait to find out. So she started to crawl away, the bushes blocking her from sight. Unfortunately, Ushio wasn't paying much attention to what was in front of her, and stepped on a twig. "Crap...!" She mumbled to herself, but clapped her hand over her mouth. She'd always make a lot of noise when she made a mistake, though it was only a nervous reaction, it's not like she can help it.

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Ushio Character Portrait: Jazz Character Portrait: Remiel Character Portrait: Michael

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Jazz

She shook her head and smiled a little. "No, I'm not nervous. I thought that maybe you were mad that I followed you. I know that people don't always take kindly to a stranger going after them..."
She relaxed now that she knew he wasn't going to be angry with her. She opened her mouth to answer his previous question. What did she smell on him? Now that they were both out in the open she could better define the scents on him. There was the faint smell of an animal shifter, but another tinge that was almost like the vampire sulfur...
Before she could answer there was a loud snap of a twig and the cussing of someone nearby. Immediately she spun towards the sound, looking for who it was.

Remiel

There were only a few more balls on the table as he took his aim again. Shooting at the side closest him he mumbled a curse as his shot strayed too far and only grazed the one he wanted. He went and sat down again, glancing towards Michael. He always worried about him even though he never said so, he knew he would probably antagonize his brother his he fussed over him about anything; and he knew Michael needed at least one person to trust. Otherwise they might both go insane.

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Thorne

Thorne froze, hand in his pocket again as he moved toward the sound. He sniffed the air; Fox. Young... "Come out here," He growled softly, his feet braced apart, his accent rolling thickly through his words.Dammit.... "You revealed yourself. Come on now," This time he softened his words, loosening his stance just enough to seem less threatening.

Michael

He got to his feet, scanning the table. If he did this right, he'd get his last two pocketed at once. He shoved his bothersome thoughts to the back, crouched low, and lined up his shot....CRACK! the balls went spinning about the green surface, bouncing off the edges until they finally sank into their pockets. "That's game. Let's go."

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Character Portrait: Thorne Buchanan Character Portrait: Ushio Character Portrait: Jazz

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Ushio froze as she saw the panther spin around the strange man she came across earlier stuck his hand in his pocket, possibly what looking for some type of knife. After Throne demanded Ushio to show herself, she felt like she was going to pass out. She rubbed her forehead as she took in a few deep breaths to calm herself down, however that proved futile after Throne once again demanded Ushio to show herself.

Ushio knew that if she didn't come out willingly, they'd drag her out of her hiding place themselves, possibly in a more inhumane way. With that in mind, Ushio slowly got up to her feet and turned to the two. She gulped. "... P-Please..." She said as she put her trembling hands up where they can both see them. "I'm just looking for shelter for the night... I-I'm not trying to harm either of you! I mean..." She looked herself over. "... I'm obviously not much of a threat... b-but I swear on my life that I was just passing by!" She said as she took a step back.

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Jazz

She slowly relaxed as the girl came out, stammering a plea. With a quick sniff she could tell that the girl was a fox. She hadn't been around many but from what she knew they were generally small, swift, and sneaky. Though she didn't come off as a threat.
"You said you needed shelter? Why...?" It wasn't often that a group would abandon or kick out their members; only in extreme circumstances in her clans case.

Remiel

He nodded and stood up, putting the pole stick away gently as he passed by the rack. "Any place you would prefer to start?" He didn't care where they went, as long as they could get out of the house. It had been way too long since they had a night out to themselves that didn't include kiss up high class and groveling or resentful middle class...

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Jazz

She slowly relaxed as the girl came out, stammering a plea. With a quick sniff she could tell that the girl was a fox. She hadn't been around many but from what she knew they were generally small, swift, and sneaky. Though she didn't come off as a threat.
"You said you needed shelter? Why...?" It wasn't often that a group would abandon or kick out their members; only in extreme circumstances in her clans case.

Remiel

He nodded and stood up, putting the pole stick away gently as he passed by the rack. "Any place you would prefer to start?" He didn't care where they went, as long as they could get out of the house. It had been way too long since they had a night out to themselves that didn't include kiss up high class and groveling or resentful middle class...

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Ushio started to calm down a little. For some reason, she felt comforted by the panther's voice. Then again, she's not the one fixing to pull out a weapon, nor is she actually a Crossbreed. Ushio slowly lowered her hands as she spoke. "... Well, I would just go to my pack... but they banned me for eternity. I attempted to go back countless times, but that only got to the point where my own cousins and grandparents were willing to kill me if I returned once more... so, I eventually gave up and left."

"However, how I got banned is..." She glanced over at Throne for a split second, as if she was for certain it was because of him, but seeing how serious this is, she decided not to revel his identity and keep quiet. "I came across a crossbreed at some point of the day... whoever it was, they didn't bite me, nor did they hurt me..." She sighed. "But it's obvious that with this crossbreed hysteria, they wouldn't even bother to check... so with a sniff, a point, and a few words, I was forced to leave... "

She looked down at her feet. "I'm not going to lie... I'm terrified about what roams in the night... especially since it's feeding time for vampires. So right now, the only thing on my mind is shelter, I can assure you, I'm not trying to do harm towards the both of you." She explained once again.

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Thorne

Thorne couldn't help but acknowledge the young fox's words. Crossbreed. Banned. That her family would kill her. He nodded once as she spoke of shelter during the most dangerous time of night. So, someone there DID notice... kind of her to not point it out as me...."I'm sorry for your misfortune. Most would have singled a Cross out. Why didn't you?" He pulled his hand from his pocket, still empty, and showed it palm out briefly to her to prove it. In the same movement he shifted his stance, still cautious but far more relaxed.Kid needs a place to stay... she obviously isn't one to blurt secrets.....well, let's see what her answer is....

Michael

"Nowhere in particular... Honestly, anywhere with strong booze and beautiful women, Rem. I need to feed on something living, and not obligated." He put the rest of the game away, grabbing his jacket off a chair.

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Ushio looked up from the ground and over at Throne once again. "Well... personally, this hysteria is pointless. We're all so afraid of this... this 'creature'. But why is that? Well, it's because we're not necessarily afraid of the creature itself, but of the unknown." She sighed. "Honestly, we're all such troublesome creatures, aren't we? But it's just being human..." She crossed her arms. "We're blind from this fear that we're not able to open our eyes and see a different point of view. Maybe these creatures can benefit us, maybe we're right and they are evil. However, isn't it strange how no one has confirmed that for a fact? So who am I to call out a creature that I fear for no reason whatsoever, except for being scared of something unique and unknown to me?"

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Jazz

She nodded a little at the foxes comment; she did make a lot of sense after all. There was no real point of being scared of something you didn't understand. It would be best to learn about the unknown first then determine whether it was good or bad.
She looked up at the stranger, thinking to herself for a moment. "I agree...the hysteria is kind of pointless without facts..." She took in a breath, getting the mixed scents from him once again. "You had asked what I smelled on you earlier...are you the crossbreed their all looking for?"

Remiel

He quickly grabbed his jacket and followed him outside. "Alright then, there should be some clubs not far from here that are friendly to our kind." He started heading down the street, breathing in the fresh air and letting out a sigh.