Thread: Borne of the BloodWar ||::Haru^Mali::||

Borne of the BloodWar Chapter One The Pack New York City. What could be said about the Big Apple. The City that Never Sleeps. Hell, those songs had been written years ago, and even today Jay-Z had immortalized the place. It was a Venus Flytrap, sucking people in and destroying them. Some said it was worse than Hollywood and Los Angeles. Maybe it was. Overall New York attracts more than 10 million more visitors each year than Los Angeles. Nearly sixty million in fact. That's a lot of people. A lot of prey. Under the thin veneer of civility another world exists out of the sight of humans. Vampires, lycans, witches, demons, fey... they all exist. All over the United States. Most of the humans that do know of their existence either ally themselves with them - survival of the fittest and the smartest after all... or form groups of Hunters to fight them. Still, most humans are simply unaware of what truly goes on around them, and most would probably rather keep it that way. One such person, a powerful Wolf Lycan, has recently made his home in New York. A transplant from Pittsburgh, this Wolf left behind his Pack. It was not an easy decision to make, but Pack hierarchy worked in odd ways sometimes. He'd been the Ulfric, the alpha male and ruler of the Pack. Actually, he'd been Ulfric for some time. Enough time that he'd eventually been challenged for the right to rule. Only the strong survive, and the only way to retain his rule was to slay the challenger, just as the only way the usurper could dethrone him was to kill him as well. That was, in this case, unacceptable. The man in question, the Wolf, was one Lucius Von Aelfric . A man that truly stood out from his peers. Towering at six feet and eight inches tall, the man was three hundred pounds of solid muscle. His long dark hair was left wild, as was his beard, and his eyes were a strange hue of red. He was also a man of deep appetites, of all stripes, and cigar smoke almost always swirled about him. His body was covered in scars, all long healed, but testament to his physicality just as much as his build. Lucius had only arrived in the City about a month ago, and he found it amusing that his penchant for his motorcycle seemed to piss people off. The Harley Fatboy S was just right up his alley. Blacked out and loud, it was a raucous ride, and Lucius got a little thrill out of listening to the pipes echo off the buildings even as people tried to hold conversations on the sidewalk. Most wouldn't get any further than sending dirty looks once they saw the immense man on the bike, muscles straining the fabric of the tee he wore. They kept their silence, but looks told the true story. The branding along Lucius' right bicep would tell a story as well, for those that knew what to look for and recognized those sigils. They proclaimed him as an Ulfric, an alpha, and if for some reason other lycans did not feel his presence, the mere sight of those marks would let them know. Lucius had found a small place to rent, hardly more than a room really, and found himself looking for employment. Not that NY was a place he fit into easily, but he wanted to get lost and the veritable ocean of people seemed like a good idea. A job wasn't easy to find, but Lucius hit the bars first, and found that one of the most popular dives, the Coal Yard , could use a bouncer. This was a place he could fit right in, and hell, it was right next to a McDonald's. What more could a Wolf with a huge appetite want? He showed up to work in the early evening, about 6pm, and parked his bike out back in the employee lot. It was near the end of April, and the cooler evening didn't bother him at all. Like all his kind, he put off a lot of heat - the benefits to a metabolic rate that would put any human to shame. He could walk around in the dead of winter and he quite warm. He'd made sure to put in his beard ring to at least be a little decent, and he gave a nod to the night shift manager as he took his spot, lighting up his cigar. Part of Lucius hoped he might have to bust some skulls tonight, even if he had to be careful not to kill anyone. Having the strength to bench press a semi-truck made it a little difficult to let himself loose. Unable to drink while on the clock he had one of the waitresses bring him a Coke, watching her heart-shaped ass when she walked away. Too bad a human woman would likely be killed if she slept with him. Amorous activities between a regular human and a Lycan were nearly impossible. Too bad. Lucius needed to get laid. Or maybe even just sucked off. He was pretty sure she could handle that.