Recent content by Tiko

It didn't take long to determine where the smell of piss was coming from as Grisham reached the bathrooms. An 'OUT OF ORDER' sign had been taped to the doors, but patrons had chosen to ignore it. That is until the state of the bathrooms had become such that people took to pissing in the alley...

Draaven scowled and pulled his phone back out and speed dialed Desmond back. "She barely speaks a lick of Lutetian," he said into the phone. "You didn't have anyone arriving from Iveria, right?" he asked before pausing. "I didn't think so. She says she just arrived, but she looks like she just...

Name: Julienne Delatte Age: 26 Species: Werewolf Julienne is a long-standing member of the Bloodstone pack, having been born into it. She has a spitfire temper and no tolerance for anything that she perceives as a threat to the pack or her position within it. She's also served as a legal...

Name: Dominique Bastien Age: 25 Species: Werewolf Family: Sophia Richard (daughter), Lyle Bastien (brother) Bastien grew up on the streets of Lutetia with his younger brother Lyle, and the pair learned early that you either grew up mean or you died young. The pair were headed down a one-way...

Draaven's expression was difficult to read as he looked her over. If she was human, she would be no threat in her state. But even a stark naked werewolf could be deadly. Her butchery of the Lutetian language was unlike any that he had ever heard. It was incredulous enough for him to be...

Bastien suspected he wouldn't get much use out of the man at the moment. He wasn't as adept as some in the pack when it came to subterfuge, and this man was clearly traumatized. There was something more as well, something he hadn't noticed initially. He gave the man a glance. The rapidness of...

Marcellus just stared at Grisham for a few long silent moments as if trying to figure out what his angle was. Finally he answered. "Get the toilets operational by opening tomorrow and you can have a job. We open at 4:00."

Desmond let out another chuckle. "Nah, you don't send a green as grass runner if it's serious. He would 'ave texted if it was. Kid probably did somethin' to annoy Ragenard and is on strict orders to not return without me." Some good old fashioned hazing was almost refreshing. "An' you're...

"Heh," Desmond chuckled. "That might be so. But your company would do me good too," he added as Chloe settled in next to him. A knock came from the front door and he frowned. "Who is it?' he called out. "It's Lyam," the reply came. "Ragenard said to meet him at the warehouse." "Tell 'im I'm...

Marcellus stared at Grisham with an utterly deadpan stare. "Are you fucking with me?" he asked bluntly. He didn't seem upset at the question, but neither did he seem to take it seriously.

Home sweet home. Draaven had been back in Lutetia scarcely a month, but it was almost as if he had never left. Some things had changed though. Ragenard, pack leader? Who would have thought. It wasn't that Ragenard wasn't capable. He had just spent his whole life in Baron's shadow, and everyone...

Bastien had been tasked with scouting the park after the recent werewolf incident. Humans killed by a werewolf so deep in Bloodstone territory was a substantial matter of concern. Especially with the publicity it was receiving. It wasn't the sort of attention they needed, or wanted right now...

Located in the rough neighborhood of downtown Lupaix, Shadewood Park has seen better days. The entrance to the park is marked by a pair of rusty wrought-iron gates that don't look to have been moved in years. The paved paths have weeds growing out of cracks, and the wooden benches are weathered...

(as written by Tiko & Dashmiel) By the time Baron located his brother, word was already spreading throughout the pack that he was awake. No one had moved to approach him though. No one quite knew what this would mean. Was Baron Pack Leader again now? The circumstances around Ragenard’s claim to...

Baron's eyes snapped open, and a snarl tore from his lips. His eyes were a swirl of amber-yellow, and the guttural sounds that tore from his throat were more animal than human. He could feel the bite of the bullets that struck him, smell Vanessa's blood, hear Julienne's scream. The stench of...