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[right][b][color=570826]Location:[/color][/b] The Streets of Duncaster
[b][color=570826]Vibes:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Cqps6rw-Hs]"A stranger on a quiet street..."[/url]
[b][color=570826]Collab Between:[/color][/b] Thane Whitlock [@Argetlam350] & Violet Benoit [@MsMorningstar][/right]
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It was rare for Violet to get lost in thought, but in the moments before she bumped into a stranger, she was adrift. She could still hear Vince in the back of her mind, repeating himself over and over again. 

[i][color=EEEDBB]’Why can’t you just move on?’[/color][/i]

Was it true? Was she stuck?

She couldn’t stand the thought. It was too brutal, too real. It put the blame on herself, something she had always had trouble with. There was a subtle pounding in the back of her head, one that struck upon mental confrontations such as these. She couldn’t will it away, not this time. She had to face it. 

A warm body against her own, for just a moment, and the pulsations were gone. With it, all signs of progress. At least for the time being. 

She blinked, her mind clearing as she took in the subtle stench of alcohol and blood. She recoiled on instinct, her body tensing. Her gaze leveled on a scar etched across the face of a seemingly apologetic man. Was he human? It wandered down to a crooked nose, the remnants of blood still remaining in the cracks of his face. Who had he been fighting? 

[color=thistle]”No worries, man…”[/color] She cleared her throat. [color=thistle]”You good?”[/color] She nearly cursed herself for asking, struggling to keep a soft, inquisitive look on her face. Why would she ever ask that? She should have just stepped around him and doubled back toward her apartment. 

Thane gave a curt nod before giving a light chuckle at her question, remembering how he looks.[color=maroon]”Oh yeah, haven’t really looked in a mirror myself but I’ll be fine, just need to rest later. Guess that’s at least one perk having wolf blood,”[/color] Thane states wondering how the woman would react. He hardly cared on who knew what he was but it was always interesting to see a reaction. Most seemed to back away before running as if they were on fire, few stuck around. If the way he felt matched his looks though, he couldn’t really blame her for running in terror, he probably looked like some homicidal creep and that’s not including how his handsome face was all ready scarred.

[color=maroon]“Anyways, the thing that counts I’m still prettier than the other guy for the most part under all the mess. Name’s Thane,”[/color] he said to hopefully shake off any doubts about him if she decided not to panic at him being a werewolf.
Violet took a casual step back, giving herself a bit more room on the increasingly more likely chance that this guy--Thane, decided to attack her. She wondered what had happened to the other guy. Was it her civic duty to find out? She could, but she was wary about risking her hide.

[color=thistle]”Ah,”[/color] She said, [color=thistle]”So, you usually wander around all casual after getting into fights?”[/color] She made no mention of her own name, even though he could probably track her down on scent alone if he decided. 

Thane shrugged.[color=maroon]”Not usually but I’m not tired so figured I’d take a bit of a walk, and the fight was mutual. Just wolves fighting wolves. It’s therapeutic really,”[/color] He replied remaining where he was while feeling his face and realigning his nose as he attempted to explain the state he was in.[color=maroon]”Ouch, should of fixed that earlier, but back on topic. Hard to really explain it to normies but sometimes a little fight helps. Can’t exactly go hunting in the big city whenever. Well we could if we had a death wish but I for one prefer living instead of a silver bullet. So it helps calm that inner beast for those of us stuck with the city life, an alternative instead of always being stuck with a cage when the full moon comes around.”[/color] He did his best to explain but he couldn’t be sure if she understood. To wolves it was simple but others found it baffling wanting to get into a fight for the sake of it.

[color=maroon]“Pretty much all I can say. Fights aren’t exactly legal. If I didn’t look like shit I probably wouldn’t have said anything,”[/color] he finished [color=maroon]“Guess that’s everything lass. Again sorry for the run in and looking like hell.”[/color]

There was just...so much to unpack there. A bit too much, if Violet was being honest with herself. She didn’t even know why she was entertaining this guy. Why hadn’t she left when she heard the bone of his nose cracking back into place? She always ended up around the weirdos. 


Nodding at last, she pulled out her phone. [color=thistle]”Let me just...call you an Uber?”[/color] She bit her lower lip, staring at all the messages and missed calls she had for a moment. Sighing, she cleared the logs. [color=thistle]”Maybe I’m stupid, but you seem a little drunk…”[/color] She could only begin to imagine how Duncaster’s police force would react to this guy. 

Thane shook his head.[color=maroon]”You’re took kind lass but I’ll be fine plus even with a broken nose I can tell you aren’t particularly enjoy my company. So I’ll just be getting out of your hair Ms. No Name before I do something stupid. I may stumble about but I’ll find my way back to my own den and be better in the morning.”[/color]Without waiting for a response he tried to back away from the woman spinning around only to be greeted by a stray lamp post.[color=maroon]
”Oh bloody hell there goes the nose again. Going to look like damn Voldemort after tonight.”[/color], he grumbled falling back onto the cold concrete of the sidewalk, looking up into what little sky could be seen from the city streets and the mocking light of the light post [color=maroon]”,Guess I’m too late to avoid the something stupid thing I mentioned about. Should of stayed at ‘The Pits’.”[/color]

Violet sucked in a sharp breath, biting her tongue to avoid laughing or cursing at his expense. Tapping the keys of her phone, she quickly ordered a nearby Uber, before moving to crouch beside Thane.

[color=thistle]”Get in the car when it comes, ‘kay?”[/color] Her voice left no room for argument. [color=thistle]”You’re going straight home.”[/color] She felt like her mother, but she didn’t necessarily care. 

It only took three minutes for the car to pull up along the side of the street. The man driving took one look at the pair on the sidewalk and let loose a tired sigh. He was evidently expecting a large tip. 

Slipping her arms under Thane’s pits, Violet took a steady breath, attempting to heave him up. God, he [i]reeked[/i]. [color=thistle]”C’mon dude, help me out here.”[/color]

Any other time Thane would have argued against complying with the request but with a wounded pride and the alcohol kicking in more he simply gave a nod and waited laying there, not bothering to get up until it arrived. He definitely was going to regret drinking as much as he had in the morning. He did his best to help the woman as she attempted to pick him up. He stumbled his way into the car, not thrilled of the confined space but at least the world had stopped spinning.

[color=maroon]”Thanks,”[/color] he mumbled before leaning forward to give the driver the address of where he lived figuring it best to just do what the woman said instead of trying to take it back to where he came from.

Violet stayed outside the car, watching the man for a few silent moments before she closed the door and shut him out of her life. The car slowly pulled away, taking Thane with it. She could only hope he would make his way home, rather than wandering the streets drunkenly.

Once the car was far out of sight, Violet continued on her path, unsure of what else would find her.