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The Beast Amoung Us

United Stated

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a part of The Beast Amoung Us, by gypsyprincess.

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Scott Wakefield [9] "Ay, drinks for eveyone, take a seat little lady, bet I can get you in bed by the end of the night."
Clarissa Epsilon [9] "We maybe working together, but that doesn't mean I like you, Any of you."
Clementine Hawksworth [9] The gray wolf's expressive behavior is more complex than that of the coyote and golden jackal, as necessitated by its group living and hunting habits.
Diana Rosalinda Uresty [7] "I only kill things, when they are meant to be killed."
Myra Ashar Lennings [6] *wink*
Vincent Elias Faulkner [4] "You're lucky that I'm not in the mood to deal with you."
Argon Hughes [2] "Why hello there little lady."
John Williams Young [1] The smartass thief with the golden touch

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To whom this may concern,
I am sending this letter on behave of our villages, I have been told that you are the best in your line of work and your assistance is desperately need. A man, a beast, a wolf…we aren’t sure what it is but it’s killing us…all of us. We can’t go out at night any more the full moon is the worst it takes ten to fifteen people at a time. Please I beg of you help rid us of this demon.
-Mark Dewitt, council member


Clarissa/Scott
Clarissa had read the letter at least thirty times now, she didn’t want to go, she didn’t owe anything to these people. She scoffed at the thought, how did they even know about her. She frowned gently as she laid back on her small bed, she had taken work at a small tavern in one of the bigger colonies. Not that she need the work, but she had nothing better to do and it came with a room. Besides it wasn’t like she was waiting on tables, all she was the bartender, she poured the drinks and having the reputation she did everyone knew better then to boss her or mess with her and if they didn’t they’d learn quickly. She closed her eyes inhaling, deep and slow, the musky made her want to sneeze, but she stopped herself before she did. She read over the letter again.

“A little adventure might be fun, plus it’s probably just some dog.” She finally decided.

She packed her stuff she was known for not staying in the same place for long. She made her way down stairs, the old man that owned the tavern was working the bar at the moment.

“Hey, Marty…I’m leaving.” She called to the old man who simply waved her off.

It was odd, it was like he knew she’d be back and she had left before, this seemed to be a place she knew she could return to and she liked that. A small smile played on her lips as she pushed the doors of the Tavern open. The clouds were gloomy and the air smelled like rain. She walked around the back side of the tavern and yet again a smile crept on to her pale pink lips, but this time more sinister as she Charlie chewing on a dead jack rabbit.

“You coming with me Chalie?” she asked as if the dog spoke English, the wolf paused and tilted it’s headed to the side before going back to its feast. She simply turned on her heels without another word and started off.

By the time she had made it back to the front of the building, Charlie had caught up, blood staining the tan hairs of his chin. She didn’t acknowledge the wolf though, she didn’t half to she simply continued to keep walking. Though she froze immediately grabbing one of her guns as she heard a loud racket from inside the bar followed by the doors opening up and two very large men throwing a very drunken young man out on his ass, landing right in front of Clarissa.

“Weelll, f’d isn’t thy beautiful whicch.” His word were slurred together, he was clearly drunk and more than anything Clarissa wanted to kill him for that name he always called her, witch, it just pissed her off so bad, but surprisingly she had just the smelliest hint of pity for him.

“Get up Scott, I don’t have time for your games.” She hissed kicking him, fairly hard.

He let out a groan as he stumbled a bit to stand up finally able to. Charlie left out a hair raising growl that even caught Clarissa off guard.

“Charlie hush.” She snapped at the wolf as she continued to walk already knowing Scott would follow her.

She had meet him a month ago, when she had first started hanging around at the tavern of course he tried to get in her pants, but the moment they were alone she practically beat the shit out of him, causing him to call her witch after he found out she stole his money and everything on him that night.

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Jack stared up at the exposed wooden rafters of the small inn he was staying at for the night as he laid in bed, thinking about a strange letter that had been delivered to him the previous night. A new job request came in that letter. Jack's mind ran through the contents again as he scoffed at the stupidity of the council member. A man... Or a wolf? They can't even determining what is killing them. What useless fools. But money was money, and someone is definitely benefiting from the properties left behind from the recently deceased, could even be the council. He had seem similar cases in the more isolated towns in his travels. A figure of power would hire outlaws to target the richer occupants of the towns, while he spreads fear and confusion. During the resulting panic, he would line his pockets with the dead men's gold. Then he would hire some "professionals" to get rid of the outlaws and come out as the hero of the town.

Jack brushed away the arm draping across his chest and disentangled himself from the smooth leg hooked around his hip. A soft moan escaped from the plump body next to him as the woman sharing his bed felt the lose of his body heat. Jack silently dressed himself as he ran his eyes across the her naked body. He found he much prefered the company of whores as you always know what they were after; there were no lies nor pretenses. Jack placed a few gold coins down on the bedside table. He would not cheat her out of these few coins, besides, he found her services more than adequate.

A few moments later, Jack strided out of the inn, into the early morning streets and caught a coach leaving for the destination marked in the letter.

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Myra stretched her arms over her head and sat up in her bed. Today marked the two month anniversary of her NOT seeing the stupid man. She really thought he was a good guy. He didn't hang all over her like the other, and every morning he brought her flowers just like her father had for her mother. It had been a year long courtship and Myra had been more than sure he was good material. It turns out he was exactly like the others, just had more drive in him. She hated him, she really did. She wasn't in the heartbroken, pathetic, stage. Oh no. She was in the kill-that-bastard-and-watch-him-die-stage.

She couldn't get too flushed though, she had to get a new dress today. First, Myra had to get out of bed. Calling for her maid, she walked over to the bright blue chest and smiled. Her father had engraved it for her when she first learned how to fight and she hadn't lost sight of it since. As her maid scuttled into the room with breakfast, she handed Myra a letter, and hurried to pick out the day's clothes. "Don't pick out something too showy Marissa. I have to be a business woman today and get a new gown."

Slicing the letter open with a dagger she had on her hip, she became entranced with it's contents. Myra had waited for something like this to happen since the wolf took her family and now was her chance. The address was only on the other side of town so she had time to fully prepare herself. Trotting over to a wall with a large mirror she called for her maid's help. Sliding the mirror across the wall was not an easy task. She had it designed that way so no one could find her stash of weapons in the room behind it.

After sliding the mirror back into place, she threw her choices on the bed and began undressing. Today was going to be one of the best she'd had since her family died, and she was going to look her absolute best for it. "Change of plans Marissa, I have a very special appointment today."

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Character Portrait: Clarissa Epsilon Character Portrait: Scott Wakefield Character Portrait: Clementine Hawksworth
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Clementine has recently moved in the village, shortly after her mother's death. After this devestating tragedy, the young woman needed a new life, a new beginning. She managed to move on with her life, but another problem was standing on her way - the lack of money and available jobs. That was until the letter reached her, which took her interest. However, this is way too dangerous, she might die too. Yet to think, if she didn't find a job soon, she would probably starve to death. Besides, Clementine had a chance to save people's lives after she couldn't save her mother's.

Clementine took her bow and arrows and went off. "Fighting alone against the beast is most likely a suicide. Maybe I should find other people who are willing to stop this madness and team up with them." she thought. A while later, Clemmie's attention was taken by a wolf that was chewing its pray. It was facinating to be observed, yet sad for the rabbit's fate. The zoologist then witnessed Clarissa and Scott's small conflict. It wasn't really surprising, as Clemmie has seen a lot of fights ever since she moved in.

Ten metres away a drunken man was about to hit a woman. Clementine rushed forward, pushed Clair and Scott away, kicked the man down and pointed an arrow at his eye. "GET OUT OF HERE!" she yelled with her whole wrath and force. The man ran away from that crazy girl. Clementine turned to the woman, who thanked her and ran away.

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Arlon kept looking at the letter making it the third time he had scanned it today. He didn't quite see why he would need to the job until he opened his bag and found he was running low on money. He decided it was best to do the take the job. He put on a jacket then his regular clothing. He picked up the blunderbuss he would always carry across his back.

He then pulled out a pocket watch and sighed looking at the name Clemmie engraved in the top of it. He shut it and sat down and slowly sobbed. He did still love her even though they had broken up. He had been thinking of her ever since she broke up with him and had been secluding himself ever since.

He stood up and grabbed his bag before going out of his room. He went down from the motel he had been staying in for the past few weeks and put a coin on the counter and winked at the girl behind the counter and she giggled before putting it away, but as she turned around Arlon was already off towards the building.

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Character Portrait: Clarissa Epsilon Character Portrait: Diana Rosalinda Uresty Character Portrait: Scott Wakefield Character Portrait: Clementine Hawksworth
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Diane yawned and stretched out her arms. In her hands was the letter that was sent to her. She read it over and then re-read it over again. She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"What kind of letter is this?" She thought to herself. The mission seemed highly boring. But at least, she wouldn't have to kill a human. And if someone depended on her, she'd help them. She stuffed the letter in her pocket next to her set of daggers. Taking out her sword that she had taken from the boy who'd she'd never forget, she whispered into it. "Time for another one." She smiled and sheathed it in the cover than ran alongside her back that crossed the other sword that she carried. Three daggers and two swords all fit for her. Though her smile quickly turned into a frown as the warmth that radiated from the blade now was hidden under its cover.

She walked outside, letting the sunlight hit her. She saw Clarissa, Scott, and Clementine out in the open and she quickly gave a small smile and a wave to them. When Clementine threatened a man harshly, Diane couldn't help but to suppress a smile.

"Got the same letter?" She asked seeing as the were all huddled up into one group. She smelt the booze on Scott's breath and quickly crinkled into disgust. She said something under her breath in Spanish so that no one else could understand her. But you could probably hear from her tone, that it wasn't a pretty complement. Drinking was the a distraction, and Diana will never be distracted. She rolled her eyes at Scott and returned back to Clarissa and Clementine.

"Wonder, who else is going." She said more to herself than to the others.

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Scott Smirked as the girl threatened him, then glanced seeing another girl approach them asking if they’d gotten a letter. “Wha doya say we take this cute lil party upstairs.” He laughed odiously too drunk to properly function at the moment and the mix of his Irish accent and slurred words made him a bit harder to understand. He stumbled his way over to the water barrel in front of the tavern and dunked his head in.

Clarissa glanced to the girl who seemed protective “Slow down sweetheart, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, the idiot is harmless. He’s a worthless drunk.” She hissed before glancing to Diana, she was about the only girl, person in general that she could actually put up with for long periods of time. “Yeah, I got a letter.” She sighed “I’m headed their now.” She said stated boredly not bothering to wait from the others to say or do anything she simply continued to walk in the direction of the village it was about a day’s travel from where they were.

“H…HEY!!!!” Scott called after Clarissa “I got a letter to.” He smirked Charlie growled as the man caught up with Clarissa “Well isn’t that lovely, you’re not traveling with me.” She said irritated.

“Ahh! Come on babe it will be fun! All of us traveling together.” He glanced back at the other girls “Come one ladies we have a town to save.” He smirked.

Clair was in no mood to argue and they really all were going to the same place anyways she decided it would be best if she didn’t say anything.

(OCC, no beasts yet lol, not till we get to the town atleast!)

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Character Portrait: Clarissa Epsilon Character Portrait: Diana Rosalinda Uresty Character Portrait: Argon Hughes Character Portrait: Scott Wakefield Character Portrait: Myra Ashar Lennings Character Portrait: Clementine Hawksworth
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Myra had decided on a plain blue gown that had a bodess embellished with gold string. She let her brown hair fall down her back in curly tendrils while she undid the strings covering her breasts just enough to tease anyone who peeked. Her maid, Marissa, lost no time trying to sway her otherwise. Like most people, Marissa thought Myra should stay right where she was. Through all her years, she had become the highest paid 'escort' in the business. She didn't even have to screw anyone to get paid but prostitution wasn't exactly what Myra had in mind for her life plan. Then again, neither was fighting, but she had almost earned as much in fighting as she did in her evening activities. Along with teaching private students, she would surely earn more. Especially with this mission. The publicity would skyrocket her profits.

Stepping into her carriage, she felt giddy. A new satin dress was about to become hers and she had just made the last payment on her two story house outside of town. Yes, today would be a thrilling one. Town was bustling with people and a group had caught her eye. She hadn't seen them before and they were all showing off the same letters. Slipping her hand into her pocket, she felt her invitation which looked similar to theirs. Myra didn't think they appeared like sufficient killers, but she didn't either.

After purchasing the blush colored gown, she walked outside and placed her hands on her hips, debating whether or not she should talk to them. She could feel her dagger on her lower back so she knew she was prepared...

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Character Portrait: Clarissa Epsilon Character Portrait: Diana Rosalinda Uresty Character Portrait: Vincent Elias Faulkner Character Portrait: Scott Wakefield Character Portrait: Myra Ashar Lennings Character Portrait: Clementine Hawksworth
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Vincent stared down at the letter while taking a sip from his flask, brows furrowed as he read the letter for what seemed the umpteenth time. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back in his chair while running fingers though his dark hair. Of course they would go to a person like him. Being a hunter just automatically made him the expert on strange creatures that clearly were not something the townsfolk knew how to deal with. He shook his head and folded the letter up, not caring to crease the folds neatly, and tucked it beneath his belt. If they weren't paying such a handsome price for his assistance, he would not even have the slightest interest in their request for help. The council member that wrote the letter could not even give a description of the beast that was apparently terrorizing the locals, and he had read the letter aloud to himself in a rather sarcastic tone when he had first received it. They definitely had some nerve requesting his services, he'd give them that.

He stood up and went to gather his gear and the things he would be needing for his trip to the town where the beast had been sighted. Guns were holstered, freshly-sharpened knives and his sword were sheathed, and clothes were packed away. He could only imagine how things were going to turn out once he got there. For all he knew, the villagers were literally crying wolf and the problem was not as great as they claimed it to be. People just scared too easily sometimes.

When he decided he had all that he needed, he made his way down the stairs from his room at place that he was currently residing into the streets where things were already animated with life. He left a note on his door that he would be away for God knows how long, and headed over to the stables where his horse was kept. He ran a hand over the stallion's black mane and patted its side before saddling up. He paid the stable boy in kind, which sometimes was a little more than the usual amount because he took pity on the boy. After he had emptied his pouch of some of the gold coins, he nudged his steed's sides with his heels and he was off.

When Vincent arrived at his destination, he left his horse at the stables there and shouldered his pack. This town was much quieter than the one he had been staying at, and he looked around as he took in the sight of his new surroundings. A particular group of people caught his eye, spotting parchment that appeared to be the same as that which was tucked against his waist. He slightly arched a brow. A group effort, eh? Either the Council member wasn't kidding about the scale of the issue, or he was overreacting. He quietly approached those gathered outside the tavern, glancing from one person to another. Quite the interesting bunch, he had to admit. One man was obviously intoxicated, a couple of the women looked irked by him. He recognized the Irishman, and rolled his eyes. It was an old friend that he had met a few years back. It was no surprise to him that he would be in this condition while harassing the females of the town.

"Brilliant," he thought to himself. He normally worked independently, so a group setting was going to be a change for him.

"So it seems I'm not the only one who decided to show up," he said to the others. "I'm assuming you all received the same letter?" He slipped his own invitation from beneath his belt and held it up for them to see for a moment before he returned it to its side.

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Character Portrait: Clarissa Epsilon Character Portrait: Diana Rosalinda Uresty Character Portrait: Vincent Elias Faulkner Character Portrait: Scott Wakefield Character Portrait: Myra Ashar Lennings Character Portrait: Clementine Hawksworth
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Another man had joined their little club and now Myra wanted a part of it. Telling the carriage driver to prepare her horse back home, she slung a purse of arrows over her shoulder and strapped another dagger on the side of her thigh. Following the man, she pondered the state of the group she was walking into. They seemed like normal people, there were even some pretty girls, but she wasn't one to let her guard down. Examening them further, she found the men to be very attractive and knew this would be a very intresting mission. Something was going on between a couple of them though, and she wasn't interested in getting into it.

Stepping into the group she smiled her famous smile and shook her curls away from her face. Looking at them with creamy eyes, she showed her invitation to the crowd. "I have one also." It was funny, they didn't look like killers at all. Maybe some of them were drunkerds, but not assassins. This bunch seemed highly untrained compared to others. They would surely have their chance to impress her with the upcoming events.

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Diana groaned and quickly cursed something in Spanish. She usually does that when she is frustrated or annoyed. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. If this guy is going to be like this for the whole trip, Diane wanted no part of it.

"No, you know what? If you're coming with us, you're not drinking. Give me your bag." Diane muttered and without warning, she stole his bag, took the bottles out cringing in disgust and chucked it at the far side of a building where no one was standing. She returned the bag to him which seemed much lighter to Diane now that all the bottles were gone and turned on her heels. You could hear the glass shattering from faraway. "What a waste of money..." She said silently to herself.

She sighed, remembering how her mother and father used to drink to relieve the stress about their money issues. "Still is a distraction," She thought. She followed Clarissa, shoving her hands in her dagger case and tracing the Ruby on her father's dagger. She stopped when another guy came. When he asked if they got the letter she nodded. "You coming?" She asked nodding in the direction they were walking in. Another person added, this was going to be tough. He seemed decent though, at least sober.

Diane stopped yet again when a girl this time came. She did this smile that would have probably have a hundred men falling for her and this little flip, shake thing with her hair. Maybe this girl was good for attracting men, but it wasn't for a beast. When the girl said that she also had the same letter, Diana sighed and walked away following Clarissa again, not bothering with the girl. What kind of mission is this? She hoped it wasn't a joke.

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Character Portrait: Clarissa Epsilon Character Portrait: Diana Rosalinda Uresty Character Portrait: Vincent Elias Faulkner Character Portrait: Scott Wakefield Character Portrait: Myra Ashar Lennings Character Portrait: Clementine Hawksworth
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Clementine was happy that right in that moment so many people formed a whole team just in a minute. She was fascinated by the way Diana got rid of the alcohol. "So we should go, right?" she asked with excitement. "Did you know that elephants mourn when some of their relatives dies? And the golden poison dart frogs! They have enough venom to kill ten adult humans! Sorry, I talk too much when I'm around so many people I don't know... My name is Clementine, nice to meet you!" Her happy expression and excited voice tone became serious as she turned to Scott. "You should drink less, alcohol is unhealthy for the liver. You might die by alcohol poisoning, get in over million kinds of danger while you're drunk and accidentally kill people around you." After she finished, the smile on her face reappeared.

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The town that they were supposed to go to didn’t allow riders, for some reason any anyone knew they had to walk to the town. Clarissa frowned seeing everyone who had joined and she was not at all in the mood for people and although she could easily kill a few of them, she had to shake the thought from her mind. She pulled her long black hair to one side, then another man approached and she had to take a double take, he looked so familiar.

“Ahh come on ladies everyone likes a good drink!” Scott’s laugh brought her from her thoughts. “Vincent, it’s been to long old friend.” Scott said stumbling to his friend and giving him a hug, glad I won’t be the only attractive man amongst all these beautiful ladies.” He teased.

Finally once the groups chatter had calmed down a bit they were off, only stopping a few short times to rest. When they arrived at the small town, Scott was finally sobered up though with a bad hang over and Clarissa had learned to tune out everyone else. She pulled a small piece of meat from her bag and handed it to Charlie who happily took it. A man waited for the group.

“Thank god you’re here!” he said frantically “Come, we have a room ready for you.” He said hurrying to a small house ‘You guys will be staying here tonight and Council member Mark Dewitt will meet with you guys in the morning. I must get home.” He said almost scared as he glanced to Clarissa’s wolf, before hurrying off.

“What a strange man.” Clarissa sighed as she sat down on a chair, Charlie resting his head on her lap as she took out her guns and started messing with them.