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@DizzyIsabella Lol, happens to us all!
Guys I think we should put a limit on the number of posts per day... I mean I can only post twice a day and then i miss all the fun :(


Could definitely be a good idea. You've got yourself some Mori time to return to though!
Full Moon Creek

*Dramatic theme song begins as credits roll with wolves and hunters images*

I don't want to wait, for our lives to be overrr!

I want to go, and kill some huntersss

@Inertia
*Drops the mic*
Fayth Morrow

Carlson screaming at Anton. Anton yelling at Carlson. Fay knew Mori had something to say but didn't say it. She respected the female alpha for having some self control. Fayth nearly laughed at her own thoughts. Not that she wasn't a hypocrite to her core when it came to self control. Though, Fay at least kept her private issues private unlike others who needed to be a drunk slobbering mess all over the goddamn bar. Noise, so much noise! Fay couldn't shut it out. And of course, Jess just couldn't keep her smug mouth shut. For a sub-par fighter, Jess certainly had a lot to say. The whisky soon began its work. Coursing through her veins like a drug. A venomous snake slithering its way over every part of her body. Coiling itself over her and sinking its fangs deep into her being. The seductive venom gave her body a tingle. Quieting the rush and the bloodlust bubbling up inside of her. Near boiling with rage, settling down as the rumble of noise all around her was suddenly quiet.

Fay looked up from the counter at Kalib. That lethal state planted on her face. "Kalib. I know you're new at this job. Just don't ask me stupid questions. I'm completely fine." She was unnecessarily harsh with him. But, Fayth figured certain members of this pack needed discipline. Most of them looked as though they'd gone far too long without it. An iron fist from an omega might do the trick. "Now, I need you to do me a favor. I suggest you take Anton here and escort her back home." Fay's gaze turned over to Anton. "Unless miss I need all the eyes on me who can't handle her liquor because she's a pathetic, weak little girl wants her face introduced to this counter top." Fay grabbed a white towel and wiped at the spot she bit her own hand. The white fabric being stained with blood.

Now Jesse had the omega's attention. She smiled as she brought up a shot glass and grabbed the weakest vodka she could find stored in the entire bar. Pouring only half a shot. "That should be enough for you. You can't take much abuse. I've seen it."
This pack is a PR nightmare for werewolves. Christ.
@Traitor

Too late >.<
Carlson shut down the fight.

Don't panic though! I can find Anton another fight!
Muahahaha.


You want a fight, hm? Does Anton want her face re-arranged by Fay's fists?

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In all fairness, it does look that way. She looked at the russian guy (I think) earlier, all flirty and shit. Both left the bar together, Fay comes back enraged. Apply Occam's Razor and you're bound to come to Jess' conclusion.

But yes. I'm glad you noticed, finally. :3


Alright everyone. Get in a line. I'm pulling my sleeves up, dammit!
Also, Anthar is making moves on Mori. That should go down well. Lmao.
@Traitor It's like Jess is asking Fay to brutally beat her face into a bloody pulp.
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Go get her partner. She dares to walk away from me like that, she deserves to be punished!


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