[color=a0410d][center][h1]Theais Nightstalker[/h1][/center][/color]

She had just gotten done prepping [i]The Night Owl[/i] for her inevitable crowd that would arise as night began to fall and was on her way home, wondering what Luciel had done to keep himself company this day. Ever since she had taken in the little rabbit she had found herself looking forward to going hope rather than dreading the emptiness that used to greet her when the door opened. Thankfully, the Dragonesque female did not have long to wait as her club was only a ten minute walk from her home, which suited her perfectly. Coming up to the porch of the apartment building, she sniffed around a bit, confused as she opened up the main door and made her way to her apartment. Upon seeing her door open, she figured Luciel was already home and was rather pleased with the very thought, until she stepped in. 

[color=a0410d]"Luci, what happened?"[/color] the woman's voice was calm, her eyes wandering over to the partially eaten crow yet showing no signs of horror, [color=a0410d]"There is one more body in here than yesterday and this one looks like someone went to town... it won't even be usable for zombie to do some work for me."[/color] A soft huff escaped the woman as she made her way to the room, her eyes narrowing on the destroyed coffee pot and the axe currently embedded into the wall. Part of the woman wondered if her roommate had had another episode, or if there had been a legitimate attack, she was leaning more towards the attack. [color=a0410d]"Alright BunBun, you have some explaining to do about why the apartment looks like this, and why you look like you just stumbled into someone watching porn or something."[/color]

Eyes scanning the room, she noticed that one of her panties was hanging out of her drawer, which made her raise an eyebrow in question as she turned back to the rabbit. [color=a0410d]"Someone trying to steal my panties or is something pretty big going on? Or were you looking to just borrow a pair for some reason or another?"[/color] she questioned as she jerked her thumb over to her dresser, the very thing the jackalope seemed to be fixated on.

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[color=#DAA520][center][h1]Aaron Kahlil[/h1][/center][/color]

Life went on well after things got messed up, the God's clearly didn't care who got hurt during their exchange, during whatever the sacrifice deal included. No, they just did what was asked of them no matter what the price would do to anyone else, let alone the daughter of a Mob Boss. Here she was, sitting at a fancily decorated table at the ballroom, listening to Johann and trying to hide from him at the same time as this was the first time in a long time that she had dared venture to one of his shows with the way she looked now. No longer was she just a wolf, no... her father had given up the purity of his bloodline for power and that left his daughter with a set of wings she still could not control completely. [color=#DAA520][i]I'm starting to think I should have stayed home, what if he doesn't recognize me? What if he does yet finds me utterly repulsive because of what my father did to me?[/i][/color] she found herself thinking, the hand around her glass tightening. She would just have to wait and see, her state of dress did nothing to hide what she was now, if she had to accept it then so would others.

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[center][h1][color=#92a3ab]Ylva Sandvick[/color][/h1][/center]

Barely Legal and already chilling at a bar, or maybe she wasn't legal at all and people simply thought she was thanks to her job, who knew? Regardless of the fact, she was here to find a particular maned wolf who had a rather specific skill set she needed to utilize to get her Sasha up and working properly again. As she weaved her way through the mass of bodies, she spotted exactly who she was looking for and it seemed he was in the middle of trying to get someone out of trouble. [color=#92a3ab][i]Hm... not my problem,[/i][/color] she thought to herself as she strode up and unceremoniously shoved the ferret out of the way as he had gotten between her and her target.

[color=#92a3ab]"Hey,"[/color] she said rather loudly to get the wolf's attention, [color=#92a3ab]"I've got a job for you and it pays rather well if you're willing."[/color] Right down to business, it was how she always was when it came to her profession or anything that her profession relied upon... like her firearms. Considering it wasn't all the weird to see someone carrying one around, Ylva rarely ever hid her's from prying eyes and this was no exception. [color=#92a3ab]"She's been misfiring and throwing duds out at random, can't have her doing this while I'm on a job,"[/color] she continued, motioning to the guitar case she was carrying on her back, [color=#92a3ab]"Think you could take a look at her for me?"[/color]