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Location: The Cracked Fang Time: Dusk
Speaking with: The Pack
Interacting with: [@Oso] Dom

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Lucian drew in a breath and exhaled as the pack filtered in. Some held nervous faces, some clueless. There hasn't been a gathering like, where every member was present, in...forever. Usually, it is just the shotcallers and ones that needed to be around called into Church. This was obviously different.

This was war.

Dom brought out the old wooden box out. Lucian knew what was in there. Knew what it meant. The gavel. A barbaric thing. Symbolic, savage, yet elegantly made. Pure silver. A symbol of...whatever the current pack leader needs it to be. Solidarity perhaps. Now more than ever, Lucian assumed. Even Lucian, a seasoned member of the pack, shrugged with a sense of uneasiness when the metallic clang rang out as Dom pounded the gavel. Lucian paid no mind to the searing sound that came from Dom holding silver. He knows what this all means. Dom sure as hell does too.

Looking down at the flat surface of the table that they all sat at now, and as Dom began to speak, Lucian reached his right hand beneath the tabletop and brought out an old bowie knife. The small hand guard, handle, and pommel all looks worn, but the blade held a devilish sheen. Like some meticulously takes care of it. Holding the knife, and with the pommel resting against his forehead, Lucian sat and listened to Dom. Each word from his leader carried unseen weight. Each word cut.

Damn right it was a message. A message that will be returned in kind, Lucian thought. 

As Dom finished speaking, Lucian shot him a look. Taking the knife away from his forehead, he gently tapped the point of the blade against the table. [color=766359] "Yeah, Dom. I need a word with you, alone." [/color] In the same breath, he looked up to the gathered mass and continued [color=766359] "But before that... The rest of you. Some of you know me, some of you don't. That doesn't matter right now. What I need you to know is this... These [i] motherfuckers [/i] [/color] Lucian said through gritted teeth and emotionless face that somehow also portrayed seething fury [color=766359] "These motherfuckers. I don't know and I don't care where they're from. Wherever that is, they forgot to teach'em to never mess with a man's family... They crossed a line. The fuckers responsible. You find them. Bring them here. And you watch. And you learn what family means. Youngbloods, don't travel alone. There is real strength in numbers. The rest of you ladies and gentleman, you know what this is, what this means. You don't need to hear me blabber..."[/color]

Lucian leaned back, sheathing his blade and waited to see if anyone else spoke up.

If so, Lucian would give them his undivided attention. 
If not, the hunt is on.