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[center][h1][color=f7941d]Kessler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] 'The Underground' • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color]Night[/center]
[center][color=#812442][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Texts to Dom, KC • [color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Oso] [@EtherealThorn] [@Amatiramisu] [@Tpartywithzombi] [@Ctenoid Soul][/center]
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Kessler’s phone buzzed. He had stopped to get some food ...his incisors itched, and his blood hummed in his ears. He even turned his eyes to the moon for a moment. The feeling was similar to the exhilaration of a full moon, but of course he was far more in tune with the cycles of mother nature than to simply forget when the next moon was. No… he was craving something else. Blood, maybe. Danger, certainly. He stood in front of the food truck for a full minute before realizing it wasn’t food he craved, either. No, he was craving the trouble that could only accompany a woman. The phone buzzed again, and he checked it. Two unread messages. Both from that same unfamiliar number. [color=f49ac2][i]'thought you could handle this'[/i][/color] appeared first, then the [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/ye3c2q2jra4.png]picture[/url] followed. The big man stopped in his tracks as the picture appeared in his feed. [i]Her.[/i] That ball of fire with the appetite for destruction. The hips, the proportions on display. The hunger in her eyes. Had it been six months? A year? Vague images of a carnal nature flashed in his mind. He responded [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/y2pckekxpq7.png]right away[/url].

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‘Vein Theory’ was no Delta Blues. Not even British Invasion, revved-up Blues. They weren’t garage rock or hardcore punk. Hell, they weren’t even Ministry. He could get behind all of that, and a whole lot more. These pups weren’t exactly his thing. A couple of them could passably play their instruments, and that deserved a modicum of respect. But he wasn’t really here for fun, though that was certainly on the table too, if [i]she[/i] arrived. And he hoped she would. No, for the moment, he was here for business. The scents in here, beyond the simple sweat, drugs, spilled booze, adrenaline… smells of Vamp, of Lycan, of blood and sex… it all made Kessler’s mouth dry, and senses keen. 

A quick look around and he spotted at least half a dozen people of interest, and several members of the pack, likely doing what they were all tasked with. Allie, Will, Dom (standing protectively near a blonde who looked like Vex…) but there were ‘suckers here too. He could taste it. 

…his phone buzzed again. He checked it. Erik. [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/yd5ceaexzj4.png]Finally[/url]. Kessler took the moment to respond right away. [color=8dc73f][i]‘Good work. Want that name. And a rap sheet to go with it, as well as known associates. Dig, Erik. Dig.’[/i][/color] Before he put his phone away, Kessler composed a message to Dom, keeping him informed about his progress. He sent that – that was the easy part. Then thought for a moment before composing and sending another [url=https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/7bwckpkv3k7.png]message[/url], about his meeting later that night with the Warden, Wulde. 

Kess hit 'send' and smiled at the thought of letting the Warden commander know that the Iron Fangs weren't just some dirtball MC from the gutter. Well... they were that, but they were so much more. And he almost wished he could be there to tear new holes in all the Wardens dumb enough to try and rub them out. But there was the actual meeting with Wulde to think about. He didn't know for certain how Dom would respond. He'd lay odds that his Alpha wouldn't poke that particular bear too much... but Kessler hoped he would. It wasn't time to roll over. And if the Wardens were happy to have killed him under a flag of truce and meeting in good faith, then Kessler figured an eye for an eye. However, he felt very differently about the proposed meeting with Wulde, and found it very easy to compartmentalize the two. Kill those Wardens for setting him up, but meet with Wulde and act respectfully. Both could coexist in Kessler's mind. 

He put his phone away, and scanned the crowd once more for the girl, the wolf in him simmering under the surface, but poised to ruin something beautiful...