[@Silent Observer]

He saw everything that had happened to her. He witnessed what they had done to her, it made his blood boil, he was angered and saddened that he could do nothing but merely watch what she had all ready been through, that he couldn't tear them to shreds himself for their cruel deeds. He felt no pain through the ordeal but could imagine that it had been, then the wretched face of the abomination that owned the blade came into view and said something that made him be the one

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“Tell me,” he said before gripping her wrist and smirking at Bartholomew’s name. “Does my son like that, or am I killing you before he got the chance to fuck ya?”[/i]

After that the image faded to nothing and he was back in his apartment face to face once more with Trixy. Her face turned away from her. His revelation of the abomination terrified him but for now it wasn't about him but her. He slowly reached out and turned her face to him, wiping away a bloody tear from her face.

"I knew nothing of this," he whispered ",I'm sorry about what happened, I should of been there. I failed in that regard but he is gone and can't hurt you anymore and if he somehow lived I'll kill him myself. He's no father to me. I'd understand if you want space from being near a wolf but if you are still willing to try I'll show you I'm never going to hurt you."

[@Ace of flames01]

Scorn had decided to pay one of her benefactors a visit. A gang after all could do little without cash flow and she wasn't making her cash through the distribution of drugs like many other gangs did. She played the illegal arms trade but it was far more risky and fewer paying patrons. So she had some outside strings that helped give her a cash flow, doing odd jobs that were outside the legal system to comply with. One such patron however was a little late on his dues so she figured to give him a personal visit and see what was making him lag behind so sudden after so many on time payments.

"Oh Dory, you here!" she shouted entering the residence of one Dorian Radshaw ",Anyone home? Butler? Dorian? Hobo Joe?" The residence currently seemed deserted with no one around. Perhaps he was out on the town. She could wait for him if she had to, she had nothing needing to be done herself plus a residence such is this needed a good exploring something she could never do if Dorian was around."When the cats away the mice shall play," she laughed walking around the home as she waited for anyone to come back.