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[Center][h2][color=goldenrod]Dominic Blackmoor[/color][/h2][/center]
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[center][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Church • [color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk[/center]
[center][color=goldenrod][b] Mentions / Interactions:[/b][/color] His Pack • [@Infinite Cosmos][@deegee][@Potter][@Amatiramisu][@Theyra][/center]
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Dominic sat still for a moment after the words left his mouth, letting them hang in the air like smoke over a battlefield. Nobody moved until Lucian broke the silence, steady as ever, iron in his voice. The man spoke truth...and Dom didn’t interrupt him. He let Lucian finish, then met his brother's eye.

[color=goldenrod]"You got your word, brother,"[/color] he said low. [color=goldenrod]"Stay after. You and Kess both. We got more to say."[/color]

Tessa broke next. Her voice cracked before it even carried, and then she crumbled. That sound...her sobbing...it cut deeper than anything. He walked to her slowly, boots heavy against the stone floor, and stopped just short of where she’d collapsed. He didn’t crouch down or reach for her. He just stood there, tall and solid, his shadow long across the floor beside her.

[color=goldenrod]"I know, kiddo. I know."[/color] His voice came low, rough. [color=goldenrod]"He thought the world of you, all of you…and we all know he would’ve loved those cookies."[/color] Finally, he reached down and put a hand on her shoulder. [color=goldenrod]"Do him one last favor…Stand up, proud, and show him just how strong you really are. There’s always room for tears, but now more than ever we have to hold steady."[/color]

He let the words hang, then offered a nod. It wasn’t an order, nor a dismissal, just an anchor for her to find her way back to her feet. Then he turned, giving her space, but not distance.
He stayed there for another heartbeat or two, hand at her back, solid as oak, before gently helping her back into her seat.

Alicia stepped forward next, voice carrying weight, and Dom turned toward her with a slow nod. She laid it out clean, offered her help, didn’t ask for favors. Just gave.

He appreciated that.

[color=goldenrod]“We already combed the Glassworks,”[/color] he said plainly, voice steady but kind. [color=goldenrod]“Whoever did this… they left nothing behind. No scent trail, no prints, no magic. Nothing.”[/color]

He glanced briefly toward Kessler before continuing.

[color=goldenrod]“Kess torched the scene after I left. Not the whole place, just enough to keep any would-be sleuths from sniffing where they don’t belong. What we found, what we saw, stays with us.”[/color]

Dom stepped a bit closer, letting Alicia see the weight behind his next words.

[color=goldenrod]“But I do got something else for you. There’s been whispers down near Blood Market Row. Folks passing through claiming someone’s been asking the wrong questions about us…looking for pack movement, newblood names, even digging into who runs the Fang. Go check it out. Eyes open, ears sharp. If it smells wrong, bring it back to me.”[/color]

He turned toward William next, meeting his gaze directly.

[color=goldenrod]“William, you ride with her. Watch her back. I want both of you coming home, and try not to stir up trouble. We need answers right now, not more problems. I trust you two to handle this.”[/color][/color]