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Jean Balmese

"It is just... inelegant to run around at night clad in fur. Disgusting creatures."

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a character in “The city of Wolves”, as played by BAWADABOO


Name: Jean Balmese
Age/Birthdate: 28 / April 22



History: Jean was born to a well to do upper class family. His father, Larz, had a lot of political and economical clout. Everyone did what he said and everyone knew who was in charge. Because his father was busy all the time, Jean was able to attend every big wig shindig, and a-list party around. He became somewhat of a young playboy before he learned of the true nature of Hundle'. Even so, he didn't care. He was too busy learning skills and wooing the captains of industry. He had a plethora of private tutors teaching him everything he needed to know to be an aristocrat. He learned multiple languages, martial arts, the culinary arts, painting, sculpting, music, and everything else in the world that was of interest to him.

One morning while preparing for class Jean got a phone call. His parents had been found in the woods, torn to shreds. It must have been the wolves. Who else would do something like that to two of the most important people in Hundle'? It was time for the wolves to pay. Jean contacted the Hunters and quickly took charge. No one could challenge the rule of a Balmese.

Parent: Larz & Claudette Balmese

Child: None

Likes: Lavish Parties, Tea, Wine, Smoking, Clothing, Intellegence, Winning.

Dislikes: Wolves, Messiness, Poverty, The Uneducated, Being made a fool of.

Personality: Jean is very clam and collected. He rarely looses his temper. He leads with an iron fist and without thought of others. He is brutal in his hunt for the wolves. There is no mercy, if a wolf is caught, a wolf is dead. No middle ground. No ifs, ands, or buts. He is selfish, but not in his mind. In his mind, everything he does, he does for the good of those around him. If the Wolves are gone, no more innocent people will die. If he is in control, the uneducated and meek will not run themselves into the ground. If he drinks the last of the wine, no one can get drunk and potentially hurt themselves. Everybody wins.

Due to his mutation, his eyes are stained bright green. However, they act as mood rings of a sort. If his eyes change to blue... nobody wins.

Family:Larz, his father. Claudette, his mother. Both Deceased

Friends: Many A-listers, Government figures, and influential people on his payroll. The only other friends are his Hunters.

So begins...

Jean Balmese's Story


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Character Portrait: Alexandra Yun Character Portrait: Kai Jynx Character Portrait: Dyte Anderson Character Portrait: Seraphine Trinyx Character Portrait: Allison (Allie) Londe Character Portrait: Lucas Iraha
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#, as written by Damioa
Was it a dream? Was it a nightmare? Or, was it worse? It could only be one thing. Everyone knew. All parties involved knew exactly what it was. It was a bad memory. No matter which side you were on, it didn't make a difference. It was all bad. In some type of way, everyone lost something that could never be returned to them. Everyone experienced betrayal and heartache. Everyone experienced something natural. This was life at it fullest. Life has so many downs and curves that it seems to be able to break the most put together of human beings. It changes them, and makes them something they never thought they would ever be. However, in life, even though so many bad things happen that seem to contort the human soul, even eradicate it, one thing is still there. Through the abyss and darkness that twines through it all, there is always one little spark of light. Through all the sadness and tears there will always be happiness somewhere. You just have to fight for it. It seems that because all things start in happiness, when that happiness gets taken away, most people don't expect it to come back. For all the characters in this story, happiness is available, but of course, that's a little too far ahead for some. Let's go back six months ago, before the initial start of the story. The summer year of Lucas Iraha's high school graduation.

Like most kids he was happy to finally call an end to his years as a child. He had plans to enroll in the best school in Hundlé City. He had plans to make the most of his situation which was the same situation of all the citizens of Hundlé. A few years ago, an event caused the city to be sealed off from the rest of the world. Only government officials and supply packages transported by military personnel seemed to find their way off the coast of the cities shoreline. Of course this caused many people to riot and parade outside the walls, but in due time they grew silent and life continued as normal as possible. Some people resorted to suicide. Others murder. Then there was the majority, like Lucas, who decided to live life the best way they could. Lucas having no intent of ever leaving the city in the first place decided to just become part of societies business operation and work a normal job in a cubicle somewhere. Truth be told, he was actually happy with his life. He had his friend by his side and even her family to support him and vice verse. Life was good just as it was.

It is said, when people become the most complacent, that is the time when life decides to wake you up from your dream and introduce you to reality. A reality that no person in their right mind could ever become compelled to just accept. Instead of reality however, he was forced into a nightmare. A nightmare that seemed to not only effect him but those around him.

It was late at night. A night that seemed to last longer than others due to the simple fact that he was forced to work overtime. The usual night shift clerk at the local store that Lucas worked at didn't seem to come on time. After a few hours it seemed he wasn't going to show up at all. He was told he could close the store early so that he could go home which seemed like a reasonable plan. However, being the hard worker he was, he tried to pull the whole night shift all by himself. It had to be around 3AM that he finally realized he was nodding off. It didn't seem like a big deal closing at that time seeing as he was given permission to, the store was vacant of customers, and the morning shift started at 6AM. The only thing he remembered was the mist that filled the dark streets and the moon that laid gently on the buildings. He rode his bike to work but couldn't muster the energy to ride back home. The only sound that could be heard was the clacking of his gears. This had to be the first time in years that he had been out so late. It amazed him how dead the whole town seemed to feel.

Walking along side the road that led up to his house he looked out far to the city area of Hundlé. The lights seemed to never turn off there. It wasn't as if it was a city where people worked late or partied at clubs. No. It seemed more like the lights had to stay on. Even at times when he was in his room he never saw any change to the lights of the city. It seemed his small town on the outskirts of the city was the only place that cut off their lights. It made him wonder what was the difference between the two areas. Later of course he found out it was safety that was at stake.

As he walked up the road he stopped realizing that his shoe was untied. Of course he went down to tie it, but stopped half way. There was a sound in the tree's that connected to the woods next to him. He thought it was strange, seeing as wild life really only consisted of birds and squirrels. It seemed like the maker of the sound was something bigger than any of those things. It stopped as soon as it started. Trying to shrug it off as maybe a fallen branch or a cause of wind he proceeded to tie his shoelace. As he rose up the cracking sound ranged again in his ear, this time followed by a thump. It was much closer than last time. He began to get the feeling that he was being watched. It wasn't a good feeling as he recalled. It was like he was being watched with eyes that could see to the very core of his soul. Still, nothing could be seen in sight. He put his hands back on his bike and continued up the hill path this time with a little more pep in his step and also a little more awake. The sounds seemed to follow him up the path. The more they sounded the more closer they felt. The closer they felt the faster he walked. It came to a point where he was running. Running like a mad man, scared for his life. He didn't even know what he was scared of. It was just noise, but still he ran, trying to make it up the hill as fast as possible. He felt that if he made it to the hill he could somehow maybe be safe. He could free himself from this fear that crawled in his skin.

Once he got to the path he panted, mouth dry from lack of hydration. Oh how he cursed the free fizz drinks and salted chips he got every time he went to work. The good thing was that the sound was gone. He was safe. Putting his head on his arms and resting on his bike he smiled to himself. He really had nothing to be afraid of. Thinking that was probably the most ridiculous thing he could ever do. Of course he wasn't safe. There was still the sound of heavy breathing. One he realized, once his own breaths calmed, weren't his. Slowly looking forward, he saw them. Red eyes. Red eyes that stood higher than him. The eyes themselves being a dead giveaway that they didn't belong to a human, but not only that. No human could possibly be so tall. He could only make out the glow of the eyes through the fog. It was a frightful sight to say the least. To compare it to something, would not do it justice, but if he had to, he would compare it to looking at the gates of hell. Turning around to get on his bike and head down the hill he heard the thumps of movement and they were headed towards him. He rode down the same hill he tried so hard to get up, much faster than he had ever before. He didn't care about the lack of control he felt over his movement. The only thing on his mind was the thumps. They seemed to get closer and closer. With each thump, he felt a piece of his heart breaking. He could've just as easily died from the fear. The last thing he remembers of that night was a roar, louder than any he could have imagined and the collision. It was sharp and quick.

Waking up lying in his bed he rubbed his head wondering if it was just a dream. He wished it was a nightmare. Soon however, he realized it was much more than that. Something that he could never prepare for. That no one could prepare for. It has been 6 months since that night. So much has changed and so much is still changing. This begins not only his story, but everyone's story. The story of the City of Wolves.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Nicholas Anderson slowly rose his tired head introduced to the sound of his younger brothers heart monitor. It had been six months since their older sister attacked both of them and put him in a coma.
"Why couldn't it be me in your place?" He whispered, reaching out to feel his brothers almost lifeless hand.
How many nights had he spent coming to the hospital sitting by his brother waiting for him to wake up. He had lost count of the days. Slowly getting up he headed for the exit of the room. "See you later, little brother."

Exiting the hospital he glared a bit at the traffic that came down the streets. So many people living their lives as he once had, oblivious to all that was around them. He turned his head to the setting sun in the sky and sucked on his teeth before heading down the street. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number to his older sisters phone. It reached the voicemail.
"Hey sis. I'll be home before nightfall, or at least hopefully before the moon comes up. Try not to open the door for no one, not even him. I don't care if he's the center parent or pack leader. Whatever they call it. Just don't open the door for anyone who'll cause us trouble ok. At least not until I get there. Love you. Bye."
Hanging up he walked back to the town area which their family moved to less than a half a year ago.
On the opposite side of the town area, there lies a place that seems similar to a meadow. To call it such would be an understatement. It had to be the best area in Hundlé city. However not many people went there do to the fact that it was so far off. The building that laid in the middle of the valley looked more like a castle. From the outside, it looked completely vacant, but it did the actual frame no justice. Inside, it was the complete opposite. Their were maids and personnel that waited on the head mistress and her 'Children' hand and foot. It was the least they could do right. It was her that created a safe haven for them to live and never have to worry about hunters or humans. They were able to live under her and live life to the norm. At least as normal as it could get for them.
"Welcome home Mr. Jynx." One of the housemaids bowed to Kai Jynx, the right hand of the den mother.
"Where is the left hand right now?" He asked referring to Yoko Rina, the left hand of the den mother and top diplomat in the hall belonging to Hundlé.
"I'm not sure sir. The Den mother should be in her room though. Maybe you could ask her."
Kai nodded. "You may go about your business now."
The housemaid bowed once more and went to the living room.

Kai made his way upstairs and toward a big door. It had to be the biggest door in the building. He knocked three times before entering, a mannerism he was taught.

"Mother." He said as he walked into the room. "I have good news and some bad news. Like always." His voice slurred the last sentence. He knelled down on his knees and bowed his head.
"The bad news first I suppose." He said growling at the thought. "It seems that the hunters are growing in numbers and becoming stronger. However," His lips formed a smirked that wasn't even worthy of the devil, "It seems there are some new pets running about. I've caught sent of some in the far off territory to the east. I wonder, of course i know it wasn't one of us, or even the lesser, but still I wonder who would have changed them. They didn't even raise them. They seem to be raising themselves. Meaning they aren't part of the four packs. Well three now considering that the Chains are broken apart. Still, it doesn't really matter who made them I guess. I think what matters is that we bring them to us. Or let the lesser handle them. Fenrir. The lesser pack known as Fenrir may not treat them so nice as we would, but I think we should use them. At glances they seem weak. However that's all up to you mother. What do you think we should do?"
His red eyes gleamed towards Seraphine Trinyx, the current leader of the pack of Sanctuary. She always kept a poker face about her. Something which he could never copy due to his love of smirking while excited. Still, this woman was his master and his adopted mother. He would do nothing without her consent.
Inside a old 1980's Mustang Lucas sat in the passenger seat staring at the sun, almost timing the moment it goes down.
"I appreciate the ride but I rather not see you on days when I know its going to be a full moon." He hissed to the driver.
"Awe come on Lui. Lu. What do you liked to be called again? Haha. Man it must be nice to be young and getting paid by a stand up guy like me right?" The man said in reply.

The man being no other than Thomas Groove, a man who seems to know a little bit too much about wolves and how the city really operates. Especially for a human. Even if he is a detective for the city, he had always seemed untrustworthy in some manner. Still, he had helped Lucas get through the hardest time in his 'rebirth'. However, Lucas can't say that he doesn't regret accepting the mans advice.
"Just call me Lucas. I don't consider you my friend." The boy said back.
"I've seen how you treat your friends kid. You might be an alpha but you have to learn better people skills. Get a girlfriend. Go out more."
"Shut up. Just tell me what you showed up at my cram school for."
"I can't just come by to pick you up?"

Lucas didn't reply.
"Here." He said passing Lucas some pictures.
Looking closely he saw a man around his late twenty's. He was smiling in one of them and shaking the hands of the state senetor in another.
"Kyle Runes. He was supposed to be a crowd favorite for the next election. Sure we love our dear miss Yoko, but people need change you know? Anyway. He went missing not to long ago and I want your help finding him."
"Why me?"
Lucas asked handing back the pictures. "It can't just be because of my nose."
"You have a good intuition kid. I believe there is some corruption in our government. I also think that it is connected to that outspoken terrorist."
"The one that hides her face."
"The very same. Her voice makes her seem like quite the dame ey?"

Lucas turned away to face the window again without saying a word.
"Well. I think so at least. Anyway, you need to find him. I wouldn't advise trying to rescue him. Just find his location and leave the rest to me. Kay?"
"Sure. Whatever you say boss."

It wasn't long before the car stopped outside the Londe residence. Without saying a word, Lucas took the photos and headed outside of the car.

"Hey kid." Thomas called. "Be careful in the city tonight. Lights don't hide much, and you can't hide much in the light."
Lucas glared at him and nodded slowly before going to the house and entering through the front door.
"I'm home he called. I'm about to head back out in an hour. Don't wait up." He went to the kitchen and began to cook himself something to eat.
It was dark inside the building. All the lights were of course purposefully turned off. All that could be heard was the humming of a little girl. "Da-da-di-dum. Hey there mister politician man. How do you feel? Hehehe. I'm just waiting on some orders and then we can have dinner. Of course your on the menu. Hehehe." She got uncomfortably close to the mans face. He was muffled but she could tell he was trying to curse at her.
"You don't have to worry. Miss Yun always plays nice."


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"Lanette my dear, allow me to show you how to do this correctly."

The girl was making a complete mockery of his system. She was sloppy, inelegant. She seemed to lack a certain sense of organization when it came to this specific task. He had a system for a reason, and there was a reason every hunter apprentice was to learn it. In order to efficiently remove every trace of the creature, it was necessary to follow his system. Without rules, without order, and without leadership the ignorant and impressionable people of Hundle will surely bring about their own destruction. So his system is absolutely essential for the work that he and his hunters do.

The young hunter nodded quietly as she stood to face her leader. She knew the consequences of mucking up the code, and she was ready to face them. It's not like Jean had not struck her before, so this was nothing new. She just wished she would not screw up as much as she did. Punishment was painful, and humiliating. She handed the bloodied knife to him with her head hung, bracing herself for the pain.

Jean silently lifted the knife out of her hand. "I apologize my dear, but you know the rules. Perhaps this time you will learn." With a flash he whipped the knife diagonally across her stomach, slicing just deep enough to hurt, but not to cause internal damage. It was a common punishment among his hunters. Most of them had numerous scars on their stomachs to remind them of their failures. It is best to carry failure with you... That way you will not forget.

The girl was used to these cuts, and she stood strong. She barely even flinched anymore when he punished her. Jean smiled at her. "Now, pay attention my dear." He dropped to one knee next to the freshly felled wolf. Lanette had sliced the beast several times across the chest before she finally reached the Carotid Artery. It should have taken one precise strike to defeat the creature, but it took five. Missing even once could allow the beast to retaliate and cause serious injury. Luckily it did not. Luckily Jean had chosen a weaker beast for Lanette to practice on, due to her earlier sub-par performance. Placing a hand on the creature's chest, Jean could feel a slow heartbeat. It was still living. If she had slit its throat at the first attack it would be dead by now.

He forced the knife into the beast's neck, and brought it from left to right severing every internal structure within. The beast writhed as its last breath escaped. He drew the knife from the beast's neck, and quickly stabbed the best under the chin, and straight into the brain. He drew the knife once more and plunged it into the monster's heart. One last measure, just to be safe. Neck, brain, then heart. That was how it worked. Three quick surgical strikes and that was all it took to bring down any wolf a hunter would come across.

With a sigh he stood. He produced a small handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped the blood from his tool. A flourish of the hand sent the handkerchief onto the body of the beast. The was no chance he was going to let the blood of a disgusting creature like this touch his skin. He turned the knife, presenting the hilt to another nearby hunter. "Class dismissed." He gave a slight bow and strolled off, leaving the other hunters to carry the body to the incinerator hidden within one of Jean's many businesses dotting the city. You can never be too careful with these creatures. You always burn them. Always.


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Character Portrait: Alexandra Yun Character Portrait: Jean Balmese Character Portrait: Nicholas Anderson Character Portrait: Velonica Imbrexia Character Portrait: Venton Fentun Character Portrait: Bobby Dezchilds
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{NOTE: Nicholas is tagged under Bobby's part of this post. Alexandra is tagged under Venton's. Jean is tagged under Velonica's.

I also apologize for how long this is ><}


It was hot outside. But, it was also cold. How both could coexist at night was strange and abnormal - but she didn't have time to mull over this. Instead, she forced herself to tune the chilly heat out and focus entirely on the battle ensuing.

The wolf threw itself at her, causing her to dodge and rarely miss being tackled to the ground. A claw caught her arm, tearing through the outer-side of it and immediately drawing blood. This ended in Velonica stumbling and barely catching herself on a nearby wall.

It wasn't the best place for a fight, especially against a wolf. A narrow, crowded alleyway on the outskirts of town. How the werewolf had gotten there was beyond her - he shouldn't have been able to, seeing as they had hunters posted at the city limits day-in and day-out - but that was not what mattered in that moment. What mattered was disposing of this werewolf, and quickly. Preferably before it managed to either a - kill an innocent person -, b - draw notice to them -, or c - draw attention from Jean.

Velonica shuddered at the though and dodged another attack, slicing out with her broadsword in the same instant. A spray of blood shot out from the wolf, which let out a howl of pain that ended on a growl of anger.

If Jean found out, there would be serious repercussions. Not just for her, but for whoever allowed the werewolf to sneak inside of the city.

Her eyes followed the swift movements of the wolf as it began to slowly circle her. It lashed out it claws at her but wasn't near enough to strike, and was obviously only doing so for intimidation purposes. Not that it worked.

If only she could find a weakness in this one. Every wolf had a weakness, so what was this one's? Perhaps a weak leg, or a previous injury that causes it to be slower in some cases.

Her eyes darted back and forth, taking in every movement that the wolf made.


As it tensed to pounce, it's hind right leg trembled slightly, hinting at a long-ago injury that left the muscles scarred and weakened. As soon as it lunged, she dropped to the right, allowing it to sail over her as she slid forth. Her blade struck out as she moved below it, and with a nearly-invisible movement, she had sliced open it's right hind leg. The wolf thudded to the ground and slid several feet. As soon as it stopped, it made a weak attempt to stand but promptly collapsed once more.

Rising and brushing herself off, she approached the wolf, absently twirling her sword.

"You know, it's filth like you that I really do despise. Not only did your despicable race slaughter my family - but you also managed to ruin a new pair of pants that I only just bought today. I really liked these pants, too," she said, dropping to a crouch beside it's growling head. She smirked down into it's eyes, but her own were fiery and frightening in their hatred.

"You really shouldn't have done that," she snarled softly.

Her blade struck out, delving completely through it's throat. It howled, but the sound was gargled and muffled. She removed her blade, drove it directly through the wolf's head, and repeated the same movements to it's heart. As she rose, she kicked it's side.

"Filth," she spat.

Her arm rose, her watch automatically activating the communicator that she had built into each and every watch and ear-piece they had managed to buy.

"Send the Termination Team to Sector V, Section Three. We had a stray werewolf that needs burning."

A crackle arose and a voice answered, assuring her that the Team was heading to the location.

It didn't take long for the team to appear, and once they had, she turned away from the mess.

"God, I need a shower," she muttered, looking down at the front of her body. Coated from head-to-toe in blood, she was definitely quite a sight, and not only did she look disgusting but she also felt so. Using a handkerchief, she wiped some of the blood from her face as she. She approached the hidden door that lead to the underground tunnels which could be used by hunters to travel when needed, and she thumped down the stone stairs.

Once she had reached their main base of training and housing, Velonica showered and dressed. The warm water felt beautiful on her now-chilled body, and immediately warmed her to the very core.

Her hair was still wet as she approached the training room that she had been told Jean was in. She arrived in time to see the punishment dealt upon Lanette - a girl that Velonica was not very fond of, and often thought of as annoying and weak - and the events that followed.

Waiting until the class left the room, Vel leaned against the wall just outside of the door, crossing her arms beneath her voluptuous breasts, and settled in to wait. Jean left the room before the class did, however, and she easily pushed away from the wall and caught up to him, stretching her arms above her head as she did so. The injury in her arm, freshly cleaned and stitched up, caused her to grimace as the movement tugged at the stitches, but she let out a yawn instead of a groan.

"That was a bit harsh, J," she said, dropping her arms to her sides as they walked. "As much as I don't like the girl, perhaps you should think of different ways to punish them if they mess up?" she suggested, staring directly forward as she spoke. "Scarring their bodies may train them, but it will inevitably make them hate and, in the future, plot against you. Some may betray you," she pointed out.

Her arm moved out and in front of him, stopping him mid-stride. She turned to face him.

"I know that I've spoken to you about this before, Jean, but for once, listen to me. There's been some ... Talk. Rumors that there are hunters that are planning to overthrow and kill you. They claim that your tactics are far too extreme, even when dealing with werewolves, and that your training techniques are unfair." She reached forward and lightly touched his elbow, looking up at him with worry blatant in her gaze.

"As your comrade, I don't want to lose another ally. But as your friend, I don't want to lose someone that I truly care for. Think about changing your training methods, that's all that I'm asking. If you don't, you might not survive to see your next birthday," she said quietly. "Besides, if you left me, then who would I pick on for being so old?" she teased, winking at him and stepping back. She turned around and starting walking once more, calling over her shoulder, "Only old men walk as slow as you do!"


"You know, it isn't very nice to turn people into food."

Venton dropped from the wooden rafters above, landing without a sound on the cement floor below. He braced himself only by bending his knees, and then straightened once he had hit the ground. He tossed his white hair back, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief as he approached the small girl and her prey. He chuckled as he reached her side.

"You know, for such a tiny girl, you do seem quite ferocious. What are you, exactly? I've never met a normal werewolf as insane and malicious as you - perhaps you are a Fenrir? No, that would be too obvious," he said, rambling as he circled the pair, tapping his chip with each step. He suddenly stopped, making an 'A-ha!' sound and snapping his fingers.

"You're a normal werewolf who has complex issues stemmed from a terrible past," he exclaimed, nodding his head. He moved and was instantly beside her, rubbing her head and clutching her in an intense hug, shaking her back and forth as he did so.

"You are just too cute! How any person could be so adorable is beyond me. I just want to dress you up like a little doll and dance around with you! Tell me, my dear - would you mind being my daughter? You can call me Daddy Venny, or just Daddy! Either are fine with me!" he sang, dancing back from her several steps. He leaned down to sniff the politician that was currently bound and on the ground.

"My, it seems that you are in quite a pickle, sir. I would ask you to dance, but it might be a bit difficult for you to do so when you're all tied up like that," he said thoughtfully, purposely coming off as clueless to the current situation and danger. He suddenly looked up at Alexandra, a remorseful expression on his face.

"Tsk-tsk little daughter, it seems that you have been a naughty, naughty child. How dare you disobey Daddy and do something bad? Don't you know that it's illegal for you to kill a human? Rule number two of werewolf society: Do not kill a human, intentionally or unintentionally. Doing so will result in termination." He shook his head at her. "Do you not enjoy living? It seems that you do have a death wish. Now, now ... Perhaps I will let this go, seeing as you're so adorable," he began, turning and slowly undoing the binds that held the man. "If you let this poor, measly human go, I will not report you and you will be allowed to live," he said with a bright, cheery smile, his hand dropping to the man's head. A pulse slammed through the man's body, knocking him unconscious and therefore removing his memories of the past twenty-four hours. Venton hefted the man up and tossed him over his shoulder.

"Now, now ... Behave yourself, little daughter, or Daddy will have to come and punish you. Understand?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her. This time, his smile and cheerful exterior were gone, and in replacement of it was an evil and frightening young man, with dark eyes and a blank look on his face. The combination hinted at a personality that was truly mad and villainous, and definitely not one to be trifled with.

"I asked ... Is that understand, young lady?" He spoke softly, his voice not holding the threat of death within it.


Bobby smacked the cup down on the bar counter, flipping her hair over her shoulders and down her back, her blood-red eyes sparkling in the dull lighting of the bar.

"Well I say that you damned perverts should just leave town and not come back!" she exclaimed, twirling in her seat to face the four men who sat at a table behind her. Previously, they had been blatantly eyeing her backside, but moments before, they had made a very obvious remark about her body - which, she would most definitely admit, was to-die-for - but it was something along the lines of how she should 'shake of those little shorts, hop up on the bar table, and give them a "booby-bouncing" dance. And yes, they used the words 'booby-bouncing'.

However, even though she was allowed to think so, didn't mean that disgusting, old, perverted men that were nothing but drunks going nowhere in life, were allowed to say so.

One of the men pushed up from the table, sending his chair smashing to the floor.

"What did you just say to us, you little slut?" he growled, his mustache twitching.

"I said that you damned perverts had better leave town before I make you," she challenged, rising from her seat and glaring up at the man - who was, unsurprisingly, about two heads taller than she was. His friends rose alongside him, each of them holding an angered vibe about them. Bobby only smirked at them, slowly gathering her white hair into a ponytail. Once it was up, she danced back a step and held one hand out to the men, curling her fingers towards her.

"Bring it, assholes," she challenged.

The fight that followed was swift and almost laughable. Indeed, the other people in the bar cackled at the men, who were sent flying every which-way, knocked out by a combination of her attacks and their own drunken states. When the last one was laying sprawled on the ground, she placed her foot atop his back, braced her fists on her hips, and let out a laugh.

"Dumbasses like you lot should be wiser then to pick a fight with me," she snorted.

"Now, now, Bobby ... I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I can't have you picking fights in my bar - it's bad for business. You can come back tomorrow, but for tonight, you aren't allowed here."

Bobby tossed a glance over her shoulder at the man who spoke, who just so happened to be the owner of the bar, and with a shrug, she stepped off of the man.

"No problem, Sal. I understand. I'll be back tomorrow, the usual time," she said, grabbing her backpack and tossing it over one shoulder.

"Thanks, Bobby."

"Like I said, it's no problem. I get it."

With that said, she strode from the bar, drawing a tissue from her shorts pocket to dab at a bit of blood trickling from her nose. As she step through the door and onto the sidewalk, she collided full-force with a young man that had been turning a corner. Her bag dropped from her hands and thudded to the ground, her tissue fluttering down with it but catching the window and darting out of sight almost immediately.

"Sorry about that. I have a tendency not to watch where I'm going - and a tendency to space out when I'm walking," she joked, leaning over to grab her bag. She lifted it and slung it over her shoulder once more, using the sleeve of her jeans-jacket to dab at the blood, seeing as that had been her only tissue. She paused, however, as she caught a whiff of the boy.

Immediately she smirked.

"Ah, so you're a fellow wolf ... Interesting ..." she murmured, lowering her sleeve from her lightly-bleeding nose. She grinned at him, her red eyes glinting in the moonlight. She took in the rigidness in which he held himself, and the blatant worry- and stress-lines on his face, and within an instant, she threw her arm around his shoulders and steered him in the direction of another bar.

"Tell you what. As an apology for running into you, I'll buy you a drink. Yeah, I know; No drinking under the age of twenty-one," she said, using a deep, mocking voice for the law. "Well, screw them. If you want to drink, you'll find a way, whether it's safe or not. So why not make it safe? Hell, I'll buy you a freaking margarita if you're into that girly shit," she laughed. Suddenly, she paused, turning her gaze to his. "What'd you say your name was again? Oh wait, you didn't ... Mine's Bobby. Nice to meet you, whatever-your-name-is," she chuckled, holding her hand out to him.


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Jean had intended on taking a few moments to himself, but was intercepted on his way by Velonica Imbrexia, his... something. If there was anyone who meant anything at all to him, he assumed it would be Velonica. Regardless, she was a subordinate and would receive no special treatment from him, though she was the best he had. He had known her for little more than a decade, since he saved her from certain doom as a teenager. They shared a naivete back then, which probably led to a feeling of kinship between the two. Still, it was... nice? to have someone to trust...

She was lecturing him about his training methods, as she often did. So he continued walking forward ignoring her, as he often did. She must've sensed his disinterest because she defiantly stopped him mid-stride. He glared down with exasperation. His attention faded in and out, speckled with his own thoughts. He very rarely cared what she had to say, as most of it were conclusions he himself had already drawn. Velonica was always lecturing, and lecturing, and lecturing. It got exhausting sometimes. He knew that whatever she was saying was from the heart and was probably decent advice. He just didn't care.

Velonica took her leave with all the elegance and grace the girl could muster. This included a 'cute' insult and a subtle warning about his future. You'd think that a girl raised by one as classy and well mannered as Jean would have more tact. He shrugged her off. Sometimes dealing with her was just a chore.

He continued walking, heading for his quarters, deep in thought. Surprisingly, through all of Velonica's nagging, Jean did catch something of value. It seemed something of a coup-de-etat was in the workings. If this was true Jean would have to adjust some things. Not his training strategies. Of course not. His training habits were not the problem here. It was obvious to him that his hunters were the problem. The wolves were obviously not enough of a worry for them. They'd become complacent, entitled, and lazy. They did not fear the wolves anymore, they now feared Jean... and they thought they could do better without him.

Over his dead body.


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{I apologize in advance for how poorly this is written. I was half-asleep when I wrote it.}


"The goal isn't to harm, but instead to help. To help it grow and thrive, even in the darkness of the night."

The small Cayenne Plant had yet to even really bloom, let alone grow the hot peppers that were often coveted by healers. It sat in a small black carton, which she had transported the seedling to once it had grown into at least a blooming plant from the outside.

A small tan hand shot up, and when on followed the hand down to it's owner, they would recognize an equally small girl with black hair and, surprisingly, beautiful blue eyes.

"Lonny, what does that one do?"

Velonica smiled, crouching before the girl and holding it up. "It's name is Cayenne. Can you guess what it does?"

A shake of the head answered her question, prompting Velonica to rise once more. She lightly traced one of the plant's petals.

"Capsicum Annuum, as is it's Latin name, is often used to treat fevers, colds, diarrhea, and other common ailments. It is native to the southern region of North America, and the northern region of South America, and has been used for both medicinal and food purposes. It was first discovered in 1643 by French Colonists, and since then has been used as both a culinary herb and a healing one, due to it's helpful properties," she explained.

Several hands shot up, causing her to laugh. "Alright, one at a time. Let's start with you, Johnathon," she said, pointing to a young, teenage boy near the back.

"If it's only used to treat minor symptoms, then why do we need to know about it?"

A couple of the other children burst into giggles, a few murmuring that it was a stupid question to ask. A harsh look from Velonica silenced them before she returned her gaze to Johnathon, her smile restored.

"That's a very good question, Johnathon. But let me ask you - why do you think we should know this?"

For a moment, the boy looked uncertain. Several moments ticked by, during which she could practically see the gears turning in his head, before he finally opened his mouth and spoke.

"I think ... That is ... That even the most minor of illnesses and injuries could weaken you, whether you deny it or not. It could cause you to falter when fighting a wolf, and that could mean imminent death."

"That is absolutely correct, Johnathon! Now, I'm going to show you how to correctly transfer a plant to a pot ..."

*Short Time Skip*

"Didn't I tell you to be more careful when you discuss our plans and who you discuss them with?"

Velonica paused mid-step as the whispering voice could be heard. In an instant she was against the wall and at the corner. With a moment of focus, she slowly dulled her senses. Her sight went first, darkening instantly; smell quickly followed, taste was next, and lastly came touch. Instead, her hearing was heightened, and completely focused on the conversation.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again ..."

"You'll bet your ass it won't, because if it does, I'll change it so that you're the one that ends up on that wood on Sunday."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir ..."

The sound of a slap echoed in the hallways, causing her to cringe, and it was followed by a soft whimper.

"Your apologies mean nothing to me. If you ever want to advance in this little Game, you need to take out the best player. Jean won't even see it coming ..."

A whimper was his only response, before several footsteps were heard, going in the opposite direction of her.

"Now get out of my sight. You disgust me."

*Short Time Skip*

The door stood no chance against Velonica. As soon as she reached Jean's quarters, which weren't too far from her own, she fiddled with the lock and threw it open.

"Jean, we have a problem. A serious problem," she hissed, stepping into the room and closing the door quickly behind her, easily flipping the lock. For a moment, she was distracted. She looked him up and down before a smirk rose to her lips.

"What the Hell are you wearing? You look like a unicorn threw up on you. Didn't you wear that shirt yesterday? And haven't you had that sweatshirt for, what, half a decade?" she snorted, unable to help her natural, snarky comments that came as a second nature to her.


Venton sighed as the human rose and shot away like a bullet. Such a sad day to see his poor mother-daughter acting in such a manner. He dropped down into the chair and draped his arm over the back of it, stretching out lazily on it.

Alex hadn't always been this way. In fact, she used to be completely. What it was that made her tick, however, was beyond his knowledge, but he did remember a time when she was normal.

When she first changed him, she was still child-like in many ways, but wasn't the blood-thirsty beast that she was in this day and time. She enjoyed playing with dolls and with fellow Fenrir members, and would often run around with the younger ones.

She had definitely changed quite a lot since he met her.

When she suddenly spoke, he returned his attention to the small girl that held half of his adoration, for the other half was placed upon his magnificent Bobbymarie.

Ah, Bobby. White-haired Bobby the tom-boy. It made him happy to see that she was enjoying her lycanthrophy state more then she had her human state. He had seen her at her worst.

When she had first woken up after the car accident, which killed her parents, twin sister, and somehow caused the disappearance of her beloved brother, she was a mess. The girl cried endlessly for days, weeks, months. Honestly, how one person could cry so much without succumbing to dehydration was beyond him, but she had managed to do it nonetheless. Her injuris had been severe, but with a little Fenrir skill, he had managed to heal her quickly and beautifully.

He had watched her grow up over the years and become more beautiful with each passing day, until finally, she asked for one thing from him.

For him to change her.

He had agreed, although reluctantly, but could now see that that had been the best choice for her. Where her brother was, they undoubtedly would never know, but at least she was happy now.

Now, if only she could find herself a man ...

With in mind, he chuckled and pushed himself up from the chair. Stretching enough so that his limbs popped, he sighed. "Yes, dear ... Whatever you say, dear," he groaned, running a hand through his snowy hair. In an instant he was gone, easily tracking the politician - who had, unsurprisingly, not managed to travel very far. He easily captured the man by the collar of his shirt, and began to drag him kicking and screaming back to the chair.

"My deepest apologies, sir, but my dear Alexandra has yet to finish playing with you. I truly did try to save you, but alas, I could not! Whatever you did to upset her, I pity you for the pain that you will suffer through soon," he sighed, tossing the man in the chair.


Bobby beamed a smile at the young man, giving him a childish wink. "Soda-pop it is for the youngster," she teased.

When he neared her face, she instinctively cringed back, having taken far too many hits to that region to not do so. When she realized he intended only to wipe at the blood trickling down her lips, she hesitated only briefly before giving in and returning to where she had stood only moments before.

She smirked at him, biting lightly on her tongue.

"If only that were the case, Nicholas ... Sadly, I'm a bit of a badass," she heaved a sigh, although she obviously wasn't upset over this. In fact, she almost seemed to be bragging about it. She took her bag and tossed it onto her back, crossing her arms and eyeing the blue nail polish on one hand. After a moment, she looked up at him slyly, a slightly-cocky smile rising to her face.

"I like to play with things, that's all," she said quietly, her eyes flashing a bit as she spoke.

Suddenly, she threw her arm through his, linking them together, much like they did in that one movie - what was it called? Oh yes, The Wizard of Oz. With his agreement in the air, she practically dragged him down the street.

When they entered the bar, she went in first and immediately people erupted into greetings, ranging from simple "Hey Bobby!"'s to "There's that crazy bitch! I was wondering where you went!"

Needless to say, Bobby got around - especially when it came to bars.

Dropping onto a stool at the counter, she gave the bartender a smile.

"Hey Dominique, can I get a Pulque?"

"Sure thing, hun." The woman disappeared under the bar for a moment, before reappearing with a cold bottle that had already began to condense. Dominique turned to Nicholas, popping one hip out, placing her hand on it, and leaning against the counter with a saucy smile on her face.

"What can I get for you, handsome?"

Pouting, Bobby poked at Dominique's elbow. "Hey, no stealing my date. I actually brought one that's attractive this time," she protested. Dominique chose to ignore her, giving Nicholas a flirtatious wink.

"What say you and I hit up the town when I get off in two hours?"

"Dom," Bobby pouted, her lower lip protruding.

With a chuckle, Dominique straightened and laughed in Bobby's direction.

"Oh, you know that I was only teasing the kid. But, really, what can I get'cha?"


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Jean sat quietly and twirled the ice inside his glass. There were many things spinning around the tilt-a-whirl that was his brain, not the least of which being the potential for treatury among his young hunters. He took a small sip of his drink and placed it on the desk, atop a coaster of course.

He placed his hands behind his head and leaned back frustratingly. "The wolves are running amok, the authorities are breathing down my neck, and the kids want to emancipate themselves." He let out a deep sigh. This all had to happen at once... This rebellion couldn't wait another few weeks or so? It was getting a little tiresome being in charge.

His quiet time was promptly interrupted by his lewd companion Velonica barging in. "Jean, we have a problem, a serious problem." Oh hooray, another problem for him to deal with. He didn't acknowledge her, and simply began to rub his temples in irritation. She continued speaking once she'd locked the door. "What the Hell are you wearing? You look like a unicorn threw up on you. Didn't you wear that shirt yesterday? And haven't you had that sweatshirt for, what, half a decade?" Another sigh escaped his lips. Her tone was rage-inducing, but she was always like this and he'd learned to live with it... kind of. As if this girl had any room punches to throw in the clothing department. It was a miracle that she was able to keep all of herself inside that thin, torn piece of fabric she called a blouse.

Jean stopped massaging his temples and leaned forward to speak with his second. He stared down at his desk, where splayed papers covered the newly finished wood. "Mrs. Imbrexia... I sincerely hope, for your sake, that you were not stupid enough to come to me in the midst of all of my recent annoyances and barge in while I was enjoying a drink, just to comment on my fashion sense." His words had a coldness to them that would break the spirit of most people. Velonica had built up an immunity to it, but she still knew not to push it too far. He placed his hands firmly on his desk and pushed himself to his feet, shooting a dagger gaze to the girl. "Now, if you would please... Tell me why you are here, before I decide you don't require all ten of your fingers." A thin threat, but not an empty one in any way. If Velonica did not have a decent excuse for breaking in, he might be tempted to remove an appendage or two.


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Lucas sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. His eyes flashed a yellow gold color in aggravation. "Listen. Your brothers still in the city and we can't wait for him to get back. We'll leave when you're done getting ready. If that's not a problem." Noticing his anger rising he took a deep breath and let it out.
Alex pouted at her new pets response. She didn't like people who were too scared to hurt others. Deciding to give her the benefit of the doubt she smiled once more, gently grabbing the girls chin. "These claws mean that you have to hurt people. If you don't, they'll hurt you instead. You don't want to be hurt do you? Then come with me. We'll get all those bad guys before they get you. We'll kill them all. Hehehe."
Kai turned his eyes away as his sister undressed and called him closer. He hated being treated like a kid by her. He stood on the port side of her bathroom door as she took a shower and explained to her in full detail what their mission was going to be. "About a month ago, a wolf was spotted in the suburban area of Hundlé. An area that I know for a fact that we don't venture into often. Let alone bite anyone. It seems that my contact doesn't even recognize the smell of the wolf which means he's new. Not only that, but there are more of them, meaning that their a pack. However they don't seem to be apart of an affiliation. Mother asked me to bring back the wolf who is said to be at the old abandoned hospital building tonight. So it's clear what we have to do. We have to find him and bring him to mother alive. If he is able to survive on his own this long then he must be quite strong. He may be an interesting addition to our group don't you think?"
"Awe come on." Thomas raged. "Seriously. Why is there a road block in a small town like this?" He turned to the girl next to him and said, "Don't let this dust make you loose your scent. I'm going to get out and make a call real quick. You stay here and do something.... um... that you do. Just don't touch anything. This is a cop car after all."

Stepping outside the car, Thomas called the secret hunting organization and pitched a 25 Delta towards the old abandoned hospital building before hanging up and making another call. One that he made at this time every night. "Hello. Seraphine? I hope you're not busy at the moment. It seems all is going the way I want. We'll finally get to see who comes on top in our little game. Of course you know that you stand no chance against me."