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[center][color=#90F1FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Underground • [color=#90F1FF][b]Time:[/b][/color] NighT[/center]
[center][color=#90F1FF][b]Interactions: [/b][/color]Tessa - [@Potter][color=#90F1FF][b]Mentions: [/b][/color] N/A[/center]
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Luther had not been idle next to Tessa as his claws swiped at incoming vampires like small cyclones of death. The brutal training and conditioning of the Cold Fangs filling in the gaps his mind was quick enough to fill. He hadn't smelled any notable vampires within the club, but so far even these peons were putting up more of a fight than they should. His snowy white fur stood as a beacon in the dimly lit underground where most had clothing...or fur in some cases.

A deep growl that grew into a snarl slipped from his muzzle as he regrouped with Tessa, the noxious of venom from her wound faintly touching his nostrils. It stirred up primal feelings of protection for Tessa that suddenly had him feeling possessive of the wounded wolf. No doubt the situation was only going to devolve further and Tessa's injury had completely changed his mind about forcing their way to Dom. [color=#90F1FF]"Only if you pay the toll later."[/color] His deeper voice spoke in a scoff while his muscles tensed. [color=#90F1FF]"You will be princess carried if you fall off."[/color]

Luther's lumbering form crashed over the attacking vampires and fleeing patrons like an avalanche. Bones crushed and snapped under his limbs as he ran on all fours without a single care about those in his path. His sharp claws dug into the back of a female vampire attacking someone and threw her across the space just because she was in his way. Right after, he felt one of the claws tear into the leg of the victim he had just [i]saved [/i]as he made his way past.

The exit was jammed up with those trying their best to leave and the sight caused him to unleash a feral howl. Luther began to claw his way through the clump of meat like a dog digging a hole in the backyard. Blood and viscera flew all over as he pushed his weight inch by inch towards the exit. Nothing was going to stop him from protecting Tessa. It was going to be a hell of a pain to clean all of this out of his fur.

At last, Luther burst past the blockage and out of the underground double checking that Tessa was still clinging to him. He sprinted away from the scene a short distance before kneeling down to let Tessa off safely. His chest heaved with both exertion and stress, his fur tinged reddish-pink with small bits of flesh clinging around his arms and legs. His face snapped towards the entrance to the underground, his posture rigid as he smelled and searched for escaping vampires.

[color=#90F1FF]"How are you doing?"[/color] His tone was nearly clinical with a hint of anxiety. Tessa was his number one priority right now. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He would have shifted back to call Sicily if he didn't think they'd be ambushed at any moment. His head briefly looked over his shoulder at Tessa to gauge her condition. Luther returned his gaze to the entrance to the underground and carefully dug his phone from the shreds of his pants. Thank god the pocket survived. [color=#90F1FF]"Call Sicily. Its on my favorites. Tell her to get her ass over here."[/color] He growled the words.
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