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James Timber

"Lonliness isn't all my life turns out to be, it seems. Still no family....but at least I've got a friend."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Scorpion01

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During his travels he came across a crate with a lone Wolf Pup inside, naming her Snow for her pure white fur, she is twice the size of any large dog now, and follows James everywhere he goes.

Name/alias:
-James Timber

Age:
-Physical:
--21
-Actual:
--25

Personality:
James is a very gentle, calm man. He is soft spoken and kind. For a very large man, he is exceedingly gentle with Snow and with his current partner/mate, Miray. He is a hard worker, he knows what needs to be done and when it needs to be done. He can be stern, unwavering-ly so when the time needs, and he is slow to anger. However his temper is deadly, with his strength getting the better of him and someone usually ending up dead. He is prone to anxiety and depression, particularly when Miray is not home with him for an extended amount of time, using her as a sort of emotional anchor for his life.

Physical Appearance:
-Height:
--6'3
-Build:
--Muscular
-Hair color:
--Black
-Eye color:
--Dark Green
-Skin Tone:
--Lightly Tanned
-Clothing:
--Black Travelers Coat
--Dark Green Shirt
--Brown Cargo Pants
--Black Shoes
-Armor:
--None
-Weapon(s):
--Knives
--Katana
--Claws
--Teeth
-Accessories:
--Bag full of mic. items.

Health:
-Physical:
--Healthy
-Mental:
--Stable
-Spiritual:
--Unknown

Abilities:
-Physical:
--Enhanced Senses
--Super Human Strength
--Super Human Speed
--Extremely Keen Balance
--Very fast Reflexes
-Powers:
--Transformation into Werewolf
---Werewolf Form:
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Attributes:
--Attack
---10/10
--Defense
---8/10
--Strength
---10/10
--Speed
---9/10
--Agility
---10/10
--Stamina
---8/10
--Awareness
---10/10
--Intelligence
---8/10
--Skill
---10/10

Weaknesses:
-Not a lot of control over transformed state.
-If his painful past is brought up while in the middle of a fight (Doubtful unless the opponent knows him personally or has been spying on him) then he will break down and be unable to fight.
--Side Note: Emotional break down may not occur immediately, or at all. He may transform immediately and attempt to tear his opponent limb from limb.
-Silver


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So begins...

James Timber's Story

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Miray stepped from the truck, her slender body took in everything, from the breeze to the to the grass, there was sounds of a creek or river nearby. everything smelled..... fresh.... greenery. She could feel it in her bones as she stood next to James as Snow pranced madly in the grass and rolled like a puppy in it at times, Clearly overjoyed to finally be on good old terra firma. Miray took a deep breath and felt everything, tasting the air so to speak.

She nodded. "The air tastes sweet, there is a river nearby." She turned towards the direction of sunset. "its beautiful." She was already seeing the house, the barns, cattle, a place for their kids, James she knew wanted children, she did too. But she couldnt bear children with him.... If her sister Asica was there. She'd probably think her crazy to live with a Wolf.

But it did not matter to Miray, no, what mattered was where she was. She was with James because they defended each other and helped each other. And now they sought their own place.

They had just found it. "How soon until it is built ?" She wondered aloud. Already seeing even an orchard of apple and peach trees along the driveway.

Then came a thought, tyhey might need an archery range, If Asica was indeed alive somewhere....

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James chuckled. "Once I secure the loan for the land and procure the right resources, a month at most. Plumbing, Electricity, Solar, Internet, phone, everything. A month for sure." he said. He slid his arm around her shoulder then tapped her chin with his thumb gently, pointing into the grass. "There....a deer. Do you see it?" he asked. Snow was staring at it, a beautiful Doe and a baby as well, staring out at them and at Snow, who laid there quiet. James' eyes hadn't dulled it seemed, from his time in the city. If anything they'd gotten sharper, but either way he was happy.

Pulling Miray's slender body against his, he gently nuzzled her, his forehead and nose rubbing into the back of her head behind her ear before he kissed her neck. "And to the left, forty meters....in the fern. A rabbit. To the Right...." he took in a small breath, kissing her neck again softly, his free hand wrapping around her waist to hold her. "...twenty meters. Songbirds. Listen..." he said, his head tilting slightly.

After a while he opened his eyes and smiles, kissing her cheek gently before kissing her lips finally. "We'll have a great time here....adopt some kids...great time...." he smiled softly. "Come...let's go get that loan, shall we?" he patted her hip and opened the door to the truck. Since there was no center console, she could just get right in and he could follow. He whistled sharply and Snow came running, hopping into the back easily.

The Truck Started, and they started back towards the main road.

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She saw it all, James hadnt dulled his senses living in that dinky apartment, living out in the open, she was reminded of her own family living on the massive farm, she and her seven siblings, her mother and father; a large farm, a good third of the land int heir city at the time so long ago.

A month; they could do that. She could wait a month

Then James pointed out the deer and its baby as they hugged close. For a werewolf James was gentle and kind, it was clear he only fought when he had dire need to do so And with her, there was no need.

Her eyes went to each place he spoke to her of. She saw and heard it all. When he went back to the truck and opened the door she slid through the driverseat to the passenger side as Snow hopped into the back with a happy bark, her tail thumping against the bed as the truck started up and they were off. They hada loan to get and construction to do..

A month, she could wait a month... yeah she could wait a month

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One Month after completing the house and moving in, life was going great. James had taken up the life-style in stride, the word was hard, but it was honest and good. Miray helped him of course, and they each took turns cooking whatever they wanted; both of their skills in cooking growing exponentially. Currently, James sat on one of the many hanging swings on the porch of their Victorian-Style house, and was looking over the pasture and over the sun-set.

He had one leg resting at the ankle on the opposite knee, a mug of coffee in one hand, the other resting across the back of the swinging bench as he simply sat and enjoyed the view. He hadn't had a major emotional meltdown since moving out of the city, the work kept his body in shape, the simplicity kept his mind at ease. As such, he'd stopped relying so much on Miray as his Emotional Anchor, but he reveled in the fact that he got to wake up with her at his side. He smiled at that, and took a drink of his coffee, letting out a content sigh as he felt the warm drink pass down his throat into his belly.

Soon, they'd go and adopt some kids, which would be easier than hiring some extra farm-hands. Kids are less likely to swindle one out of their money, more inclined to care and be kind to the animals, more inclined to listen, and bring joy wherever they go when properly disciplined and raised. James hadn't had the opportunity to raise a child since his last family was killed all those years ago by that group of hunters. He looked down at his lap, where his daughter and son would sit while he read to them, and he sighed once more, taking another drink of his coffee to finish it off, and set the mug on the porch.

The only thing, he thought, that could make his current situation better would be Miray sitting at his side, enjoying the view with him. He smiled, and chuckled to himself, that would be wonderful....but he wasn't going to pressure her to come outside and join him. She knew where he was, he knew where she was, him with his sense of smell and hearing, her with her innate sense of just where he happened to be.

Snow came up onto the porch, returning from her daily exploration of the many acres of land they had. Patting the Wolf's head, James clicked his tongue and she laid at his feet obediently. Seems there is always room for improvement in any situation, as his just got a bit better with his four-legged companion joining him on the porch.

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About noon the mail came, But it wasnt the typical mail truck, no, this was more or less a UPS truck, massive and brown... six men got out, one of them went to the mailbox, once noting the number he nodded. This was the place. He called out to James who was seated on the porch "Excuyse me, is this Seeker's Ranch ?" At the nod the man called to his fellows and went to aid them, the six men lufgged a coffin to the house and up the steps.

"We have a delivery here we're supposed to give directly to a woman named Miray. None else, is she here ?" The man who had spoken to James only seconds before on asking if they were at the right place once more asked. The coffin looked heavy, yet there wasnt any smell of death, or composting body, or anything coming from it, other then paperwork.... and some weapons.

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James stood upon seeing the Mail Truck, and set his Coffee down upon seeing the Coffin. "This is indeed Seeker's Ranch." He said. His voice was calm and his eyes were locked on the coffin. Strange.... no smell that would raise any eyebrows. No body, bones, flesh, or anything.... just paper, and... metal. His eyes narrowed again, the Coffin was ornate and yet simple at the same time; much larger than a normal Human's coffin.

"She's inside.... I'll get her." he said calmly. Off in the distance, some of the cattle were mooing reluctantly at each other, not wanting to leave their patches of tall grass.

James went inside and leaned against the door frame of the room Miray was in, and cleared his throat. "You ever order a really large coffin? They say it's for you and you alone.... You ain't gonna die on me are you?" he asked, half teasing her, half serious. He'd hate to lose another woman he loved; not when he had just settled down somewhere.

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Hematite eyes glanced up from the grinder being used to sharpen a piece of the whipsword. After such extensive use she wanted to clean it and sharpen it. Truth be told getting out of Wing City was more helpful as it allowed the police to stay away rather then visit everytime a suopernatural critter bit the big bazooka

Being a Preta-Human only made things harder for Miray as she was alone, as far as she knew she was the only pretahuman still in exsistence. Looking at her currently only best friend James she repeated his question "Large coffin ?" She didnt make any such order....

Setting aside the whipsword she stood up from the grind stone. Time to see what was going on it seemed. "If they say its for me, then it must be important. I dont plan on dying yet, not for a long time. At least not until the creature that destroyed my parents is dead and not getting back up." She turned the grinder off and then followed James to the living room where the coffin had been placed on the floor

A gunmetal bluegray in color the coffin was designed for a pretahuman it seemed, as it seemed large enough to fit her inside it without a problem. Signing the paper the mailmen left allowing Miray to open the coffin.

What spilled from it was nothing expwected by either the Pretahuman or the Werewolf.

Guns, stakes, whipswords, whips, silver bullets..... and a stack of papers. The one on top had her undevided attention. It was labled in block letters of her fathers writing.

"THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF HUNTER KILLER"

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Mr Niac got out of his car and approached the rather quaint abode. Now, this would be perfect. As always he was prepared for what he offered. Carrying a large brief-case he would approach the door and knock, waiting patiently. There were few who could say Mr Niac was a kind man, but he was fair and he intended to fully prove that the current owners here that his offer was far more beneficial to them. He had recently come into ownership for areas of Lutetia including a view public venues like a Bar, Night Club and even a Casino, but his gambit was a Night Club/Bar known as Crimson Moon formally owned by a vagrant named Lord Rhoenen part of the Noveue-Riche of Lutetia, but it was a fine place and had great living quarters as well as isolation from Wing City if that is what his client seeks, then he shall deliver. The Deeds were also cheap for the price as it far benefitted Mr Niac for Lutetia to become a haven.

So with that, he waited ever ready to sell.

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A matte black envelope arrived with the mail. It was sealed with crimson, glittering wax pressed with a symbol infamous around the various regions of Aslund: The Vankoryth Detente’s crest. When in the hands of the intended recipient the envelope would turn to dust. Left behind, a deckle-edged invitation. It was handwritten in calligraphy, the closed loops of some letters narrow and long, flourishes at the end of every open curve.

Greetings
JAMES TIMBER
and his companion
MIRAY

You have been cordially invited to attend a most spectacular evening and dinner party, hosted by
ZOSIMOS
Of
THE VANKORYTH DETENTE

We hope to greet you, in formal attire, across the threshold of
CASTLE VANKORYTH
On the eve of the coming
NEW MOON
For an evening of fine wining and dining.
RSVP however you please - we hope you will join the night and be our guests.

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It would be as James was reading the invitation to what he assumed was a Vampire's party that there was a knock on their door. H set the letter down, and grunted as he stood. It had been a lazy day for him, still in his bed-clothes of a baggy t-shirt, sweat-pants, slippers, and a bathrobe over it all. His beard had come in nicely and his hair was shaggy. He brushed it away from his face with a hand before opening the door, Emerald Eyes taking in the sharply dressed Mr. Niac as he held the door only half-way open, half of his face revealed. He squinted slightly and grunted softly, his lip twitching.

"How can I help you?" He asked. His voice was Gravelly and strong. He wasn't standing at his full height either, and he was cautious of this man in a suit who dared come onto his land, his territory. However his weariness wasn't too obvious outside of his body language of partially hiding behind the door. "If you're trying to buy my land, the answer will be no. If you're trying to take it, you will not succeed. I have done everything legally. This land, the cattle on it, the dogs, the house, and the vehicles are all mine or..." he paused. What was Miray to him? His mate? Lover? Mere companion? She was all those things for him. "...Or my wife." he finished after a second, making it seem like he paused only to take in a short breath.

James' critical eyes could see that there was more beneath the surface of this man's eyes, and his enhanced Werewolf senses could tell that he wasn't from around here. If not Wing City, then perhaps not even Terra. For a moment James' eyes moved off to the distance, where he watched some of the dogs he and Miray had adopted playing in the yard near the fence leading to the pasture where the cattle grazed peacefully.

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Mr Niac merely lightly smiled with a warmness exuding a calm unlike humanly possible, "You may believe that but I am here to prove otherwise. I am Mr Niac, I am a collector of sorts and I recently came into ownership of some land far away from Wing City on an entirely different continent." pausing he would produce some papers from the briefcase, "There a city that is bursting with opportunity for enterprising individuals if they would accept. The location I am trying to provide you is a Bar and Nightclub once owned by a powerful Drug Lord but recently was repossessed as was much of Lutetia." he would try read the reaction that the name got, before continuing, "Imagine just what an individual or individuals of your calibre could do? I don't need to tell you that Wing City a hell hole and you are still on the same continent as it. Not to mention only last year there was a major catastrophe. Surely it is far better to bring up a kid in a place with fewer horrors being inflicted on a daily basis." exhaling he would show the deed, "It is known as The Crimson Moon and yes it may have the reputation but I am sure someone like yourself could make the place more legitimate."

He would then produce a document outlying just where it is, "Caeramore, admittedly is the Red Light District of Lutetia formally, but it is not nearly as dangerous as it once was. I have made sure myself personally since you are a family man and you deserve the best. Not to mention you would be with your own kin in this place. Lutetia welcomes all races regardless and I fully intend to make Lutetia a haven for you all. The only cost is you must sign over your deed." he smiled warmly but a werewolf could easily read this man was a predator and it was would be dangerous to refuse him.

It was all an act.

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James saw through the act quite easily, but put up his own, opening the door just slightly as he listened to the man's offer. The werewolf raised an eyebrow slowly as Mr. Niac spoke, going on and on about the wondrous property he had to sell for the meager price of the deed to James' land, and everything he'd built, most of it with his bare hands or with professional contractors. As his intentions became more clear, James began to close the door again, the corner of his eye twitching, narrowing and showing his weariness.

"Why would I want to be around more of my own kind unless they were my own Children? Others breed trouble and stupidity, and cannot be reasoned with. That's why I left that life long ago." He said, almost growling it out, his distaste for other werewolves, or at least the wild ones of his kin, apparent. "My Wife consequently would not be comfortable there either. I'm going to have to decline your offer." He added.

Seeker's Ranch was far enough from Wing City to be untouched by the insanity that was the almost monthly invasions or disasters, and even during the Super Volcano incident, was isolated enough to sustain only what could be classified as minor damage for a quake of that size: The Barn collapsed entirely, Killing a few Cows and a Calf or two. James could recover, and sold what he could of the animals to get money to buy what he needed to begin rebuilding the Barn, which currently was in need of siding and a fresh paint, but otherwise was mostly done. The dropping of the name Lutetia did nothing for James, who had lived on Aslund all his life, and either didn't even know of such a place, or didn't care enough to have any sort of reaction to its utterance.

What exactly was this man after?

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Mr Niac was not one to be beaten so instead he tried a different approach, "How about we handle this professionally until you sign over the deed I can't do anything but it would be a shame if you did not at least check this place out. That and I fully intend to improve house prices in this areas not to mention you may think that being as far as you are from Wing City is enough, but I have it on good word that trouble is brewing in Wing City and if ever there was a time to consider leaving now would be ideal certainly, but once again just look at the place and I think you will fall in love with it." he grinned politely but once again to a werewolves senses it was obvious he was a predator, just unclear what his game was.

He would pull out a map marked with the location, before digging out a brass key, "I am trusting you to at least view the place and I will be there when you arrive." nodding he would wait until map and key were taken from his hand.

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James didn't move, nor did he even look at the map and key being offered to him. "I appreciate your attempt to keep this exchange civil and well-mannered. But the answer remains no. I'm far enough from Wing City to deal with whatever appears on my own. Right now all I have to deal with is finishing the Barn. Once that's done, it's the usual chores. I'd rather not change anything." his gravelly voice became a bit clearer, his diaphragm contracting to push more air out as he lowered his tone. There were his Alpha Genetics, his Alpha personality apparent in the inherent power and authority his voice by itself held.

"I'm not interested in moving away from my Ranch, nor being around more of my kind or any other super-natural being that isn't my own child." He repeated. Whilst Mr. Niac didn't take no for an answer, James didn't give a Yes as one, either. An unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object it would seem.

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When James went to answer the door, Miray remained int her front livingroom. The letter floated off her hand as she stared at it, it reeked of certain elements she didnt like much if at all. Sne her hearing picked up the conversation at the door. the letter a vampire had sent the letter, inviting them to dinner, really just opened the way for her to have a new hunting ground. Which honestly sounded fun when she really thought about it.

But there was still the fact that her oldest surviving family member, Asaca was somewhere on that same planet. And now Vampires knew where they were, which meant that hunting season was going to be opened once again, she knew it in her heart for sure.

She stood from her seat, the letter disappearing into fire as she caused it to burn itself away. Vampires inviting her, a vampire hunter, to their home was like letting the fox guard the henhouse once too often. She stepped to the doorframe of the livingroom and hallway her husband wasnt exactly the right word but James was actually more helpful and defensive, not exactly docile around her, but he was a kind fellow who simply wanted to have some measure of peace. Her voice low and even, calm and yet tense asked simply "Who is at the door, dear ?"

Soft, smooth and caluclating, something was up, and she heard mention of their deed. That in and of itself was not going to happen. She heard mention of a key and didnt much like it, but she spoke in a few growls and a hiss to James, 'Take the key, I will take the deed to the house to my sister to keep it safe.' was the translation, of course the dialect they used was one they had made up with their dog, Snow

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Mr Niac, of course, could not understand, but he did sense they were not being upfront and would come later that was for certain to check if things were on the up and up, "I am glad you all saw the sense besides I do think you will certainly fall in love with the place when you discover it." nodding he would step back from the door, "Here's my card just give me a call when you check out the location and I shall be there forthwith, pleasure doing business with you." deep down he knew he would have to approach more violent methods to move them but for now cordiality hiding veneer of hostility was ideal.

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Some days after Mr. Niac's visit....

Isiah strolled down the stairs, humming to himself, wearing his usual black or darkly colored clothing, his shaggy black hair unkept and scraggy, leaving him looking sloppy. He didn't care, or know however - kid was blind after all. Snow barked in greeting at the bottom of the stairs, and Isiah clicked his tongue at her, acknowledging her presence and giving her a greeting in return. The smell of breakfast wafted past his nose and he stumbled momentarily before refocusing on keeping his balance, and walking down the stairs. "Morning!" He called out to his parents, James and Miray.

James replied with a grunt, hunched over the stove, doing his ample best not to burn the bacon this time. Isiah only smiled, and found his way to the living room where his Mother was, a gentle, exploratory hand feeling around her chair before coming to rest on her shoulder. "Mornin' Ma." He said, stooping over to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Papa's actually cooking today?" He asked, a little surprised. James wasn't the best at cooking - admittedly neither of them were, but James seemed more preoccupied with the chores around the Ranch rather than cooking, leaving it to Miray most days. He made his way to his spot on the couch, and settled into it with a content sigh. He kept his head turned away from Miray; his ear in stead of his eyes pointing towards her so he could hear her and keep track of her movements in place of his eyes.

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Miray smiled as her son took his normal spot on the sofa "Better your father attempting to cook so we dont have to order carry out or have left over pizza for breakfast" Or a midnight snack, or something. It of course made Miray smile anew. She was still shocked she could have children, two boys, Isiah, her oldest, was a equal mix but had enough gentics from James in order to transform once a month properly

her second son was Ethan, the boy had more of her traits in him which allowed him to see. Ethan of course had insiswted on the nural link for him and Isah one year not too long ago, the only real way for the brothers to stay in contact with each other. As much as Miray hated to admit it, these boys were having the childhood she never had. Somehow she felt a little jealous. But honestly for once she was happy, and with two wonderful sons she knew she could relax

Finally Miray after a brief moment of watching her son turn an ear towards her said simply "Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well ?" She was going to ask him later if he had heard from Ethan yet, every morning there was a bit of news from Ethan, half a galaxy away exploring with his classmates a world called Originand a really nice academy dorms, the works.

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Isiah nodded at his mother's question. "Yes I slept quite well. Had a good conversation with Ethan before I knocked out. He says they're having a great time - just landed in a new city to explore." he said, tilting his head slightly. One couldn't deny it was a little unnerving talking to someone who didn't look directly at you, but Miray and James had quickly learned to deal with it as Isiah grew and matured, and began to talk more. He had learned the nonverbal communication first - the grunts and growls and other bestial noises that normally made no sense to anyone else. When he started speaking English, he learned quickly. He and Ethan both were extremely smart boys, and made their parents proud each day.

"How about you, Ma? Sleep good?" he asked, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back into the seat. James and Miray's master bedroom was at the very end of the hall upstairs, and was huge, with a king sized bed, spacious walk in closets for both of them, a luxurious bathroom with a full bath and walk-in shower. It was beautiful, and James built it all himself, with the help of some old friends who were contractors of course. All of it for them. For her. Isiah was almost sad he couldn't seat it. Regardless, he remembered how comfortable the bed James and Miray shared, having slept in it during his young child hood to soothe bad dreams and the like. The smell of the bacon having been cooked just right wafted through the room, as well as the sound of James chuckling to himself in pride.

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To say that he disliked the very aura of Verinotte Hallow, much less the Square, was an understatement for this werewolf. The scent here was off, and he didn't appreciate it very well. Regardless, James drove his truck, pulling a modest cattle trailer, down the road towards the Tavern. Being the owner of a Cattle Ranch didn't mean much if he couldn't make money selling his livestock. A tavern of all places, he thought, should have a use for cattle. Be it blood, meat, or anything else.

He pulled up to the curb and parked his truck. It was an older pick up, a refurbished Chevrolet from what looked to be the 60's. Typical of what would be seen on a cattle ranch and farm. It ran well, and its emissions were clean, even by inspection standards. The engine rumbled for a few moments before turning off, and James stepped from the truck. He gently rubbed at his chin, the stubble growing there was itchy - he was regretting his decision to try and grow a beard. The tired werewolf yawned and walked around back to his trailer, running his fingers gently against the smooth metal of the body before opening a door on the side, and stepping inside. It was a little cramped, but with only one steer occupying the space, it wasn't too bad. The usual smells assaulted his nose, but he was used to them by now. He patted the animal's neck and head.

"I do hope that you and your family will fetch a pretty penny. You were fun to raise, I will miss you. But all things in life must run their course. I need money, and you'll die sooner or later.... Hopefully, for a good price." he patted its neck again, gave it's ear a light scratch, and stepped out, closing the door behind him.