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Thread: Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

Xianna was squirming in embarrassment at what was to come. She'd seen it happen before. Mum would get all worked up and indignant, and her anger would lead her into situations she couldn't handle. Sure, knocking on the door, she looked confident and in control, but Mum always did until she had to stand up for herself. Then, she'd dissolve into a total meltdown. She'd start shaking and stammering. And then, tomorrow, things would get even worse. Word would get around of her mum's total ineffectiveness, and it would be wall-to-wall ridicule. The bullying would get worse, they'd be constantly reminding Xianna of what an idiot her mother was, and Snowflaik would probably be the leader of it all. Mum, please, she pleaded. Look, Snowflaik's mother is really tough. You know how you... you're a coward... er, I mean, you aren't very confident dealing with other women. She'll only humiliate us both, and... Mum, please! The loud knocking at the door brought Sianelle out of her drunken stupor. Fuck it, was it one of those idiots from Social Security again? At this time of night? Or the collection guy from the never-never, demanding the payment for the telly. Hadn't she told the idiot she's pay the back payments when she could get the money together? And then, another thought struck her. There was that good-looking baker that sometimes made deliveries in the evening, and she owed him money too. After her frustration before she'd fallen asleep which her little game had only just managed to take the edge off she was ready to take any chance. She took a few moments, hastily sucking a breath mint to get rid of the smell of alcohol, and squirting a cheap aerosol around in case she got a chance to invite him in. Sanding in front of the cracked, mildewed mirror in the hall she fluffed her short hair, hitched up her jeans which tended to sag a little on her slim frame, plumped up her boobs and tugged down her crop-top. Then, adopting her best smile, she sashayed to the door. The disappointment at seeing it was not the baker-man made her habitual scowl even worse than usual. Just who was this well-dressed woman? Then, suddenly, she remembered. She'd seen her around. Wasn't she the mother of one of the girls at Snowflaik's school. And wasn't that blonde, weak-looking girl with her from the school too? What the fuck did they want here? And, fuck it, the film was just about to start, too! Yeah? she said, anger in her voice.
Thread: Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

Angela turned halfway around to her daughter and said No Xianna, we cannot let this happen again. This girl has to know that what she did is wrong. I know what I am doing ho.. At that moment the door opened, and Angela turned back facing the door quickly. She looked straight at the Leary woman's face, and felt her throat close slightly and her nerves tighten. She stuck out her hand, saying Uhm Hello Mrs. Leary, I am Angela Fox and uhm... I uhm... I'd like to talk to you about something that happened at school today... Uhm... if that's okay with you Mrs. Leary... Angela felt her nerves tighten with each word she said. Working hard to get the words right out of her mouth. She looked straight at Sianelle, who said nothing, but looked down and took Angela in from top to bottom. Then she just looked at Angela's hand, which was starting to shake slightly. Angela saw Sianelle give her a look over, and saw her stare steadying on her stuck out hand. She felt her face getting warm, and quickly withdrew her hand. Without realizing it herself, her hand brushed down her skirt, and she straightened her jacket. The woman in front of her again looked straight at her, and had an angry look on her face. Angela quickly looked down, at her feet and continued Uhmm it's... uhm... my daughter... uhm You see... she uhm... your daughter uhm.. S..S..Snowflaik, she ripped my daughters skirt uhm.. off you see... and uhm... Angela felt the unease slowly take over the self confidence she had had only minutes before. The pose of the woman in front of her was so strong, with her arms crossed in front of her and the contemptuous look on her face, staring at her. Angela felt her face was red and just stood there waiting for the woman to respond. Angela didn't notice, her hand was fumbling with the lining at the back and side of her jacket. Come on Angela, stay focused and stay with it. you can do this. If not for yourself then at least stay strong for Xianna. Don't break in front of her. The woman didn't yell or scream at you, so she must know and think you are right! Angela said to herself in her mind.
Thread: Century Night Club

Downstairs Area Century Night Club Location Montreal, Canada Century is a local night club with a downstairs area with a full mma arena to hold fights for the customers entertainment and to train people getting into the Association.
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Victor Agasga Location Century Night Club, Montreal, Canada Attire Cut off grey tank top, worn jeans with holes in the knees, heavy boots. Weapons 9 inch stiletto knife with pearl handle DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Open Alright, buddy, the Century bartender said with a grumble, I'm cutting you off. You're shit faced. Ey, fuck you, buddy. It's my money. Give me another goddamned drink, Victor Agasga growled, slamming his shot glass down onto the counter and shooting the bartender a bleary eyed glare. You've got a tab, asshole! You're not even paying me! the bartender, shouted, snatching the glass and tossing it into the bar sink. Well.... Awh, whatever. Fuck you, man, he mumbled before rising from the bar and stumbling off to an empty booth and slumping into the cushions. Century Night Club was booming that night. Lots of pretty wolves, humans, and leeches alike. But he had no desire to be throwing a party. It was a dark day for him. An important day in his history, but a day he would rather forget. It was the anniversary of his father's death and him fleeing the Saga Pack at the hand of his goddamned sister. That had been over a century ago -ironic that he found himself in the 'Century Nightclub- but the memory and those distant events still followed him every day of his life. That was the day that he lost his status and his family. He had been in Montreal for somewhere around 100 years or so now, and just recently had he finally found refuge with the Creatures of Night Association. He had been lucky enough to be given an apartment in the Montreal Complex, but it didn't help his mood and poor outlook on life, nor the outlook that many other wolves had on him. He still carried the surname Agasga, which was highly associated with the Saga Pack. Even in Montreal, rumors of their brutality and blatant disregard for the Association circled through the crowds, and glares were commonly shot to Victor behind his back, or right to his face. But he was never able to try and get rid of that poisoned name. He was a Saga wolf, that was still his Pack, and his goddamned family. He still clung to the hope that someday he would be allowed back. Victor really was a rather miserable person, and covered his misery with a cocky facade, and heavy use of alcohol, drugs, and sex. And... fighting. Victor lifted his head and rubbed his face gruffly. He was cut off from the bar, no money for any drugs, and he was in no mood to fuck. All that was really left was fighting, so he lumbered to his feet and staggered down the stairs and to the basement level of the nightclub. Fights were already going on, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, also laced with blood as fists opened up cuts on faces. Victor smiled.
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Kenneth Daniel Maximus, Kenny, Ken, Boss Location Century Night ClubDownstairs Attire Link Weapons His fists DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Victor, GioNPC, Open Kenneth stood across from his opponent for the night, a tall built man with a scruffy face and beer gut. The man had been running his mouth all night and Ken had called him out in front of everyone in the club. Ken was known to be brutal both in and out of the cage so most of the spectators knew exactly where the fight was going before it even started. When the bell sounded Ken made his way towards the man across from him, his fists up and a look of complete seriousness on his face, something that for people who knew the man knew was trouble for his opponent. The scruffy man was the first to throw a punch and Kenneth used the man's own movements against him by moving out of the way then shoving his face hard into the side of the cage. Gio stood outside laughing and taunting the man, nobody shit on the club without punishment and the drunk fat bastard was getting exactly what Kenneth told him was coming if he didn't shut his mouth. After slamming the man against the side of the cage Ken grabbed him by the back of the head and raked his face against the steel, cutting him open. He then pulled him away before delivering a nasty right hook to his jaw knocking the guy on his ass. Get up boy! You talk the talk but when it comes to walking you're nothing but a pussy ,Ken growled out in a deep burly tone. He stalked the man as he began rising to his feet then when the man was standing Ken punched hit in the gut twice before grabbing the back of his head again an driving his knee into his face. Ken's hand was raised shortly after and a bloody mess was what was left of his opponent. Ken cracked his neck as he exited the cage and Gio high fived him then started yelling to the unconscious man in the cage. The two spotted Victor as he came in and Gio smiled before making his way over to the man, Bartender cut you off already? ,Gio asked before shoving a bottle of Captain Morgan into the man's hands. Here get some more fuel in ya we have a gang of bikers in house tonight that think they're tough, let's say us wolves need to teach them a lesson ,Gio continued. Ken let out a laugh as he looked at his knuckles that were covered in blood from his opponent. Fucking morons ,was all the large man said before taking a shot of whiskey from one of the waitresses walking around with a tray.
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Victor Agasga Location Century Night Club, Montreal, Canada Attire Cut off grey tank top, worn jeans with holes in the knees, heavy boots. Weapons 9 inch stiletto knife with pearl handle DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Open, Kenneth, Gio The display of Kenneth's brutality was often enough to send any man or wolf running with their tails between their legs, but it just made a grin crack over Victor's face. He had known Kenneth a while now, and he looked up to him. No one thought of the burly man of a coward, he and his name had respect, and people would cower at just seeing a shadow that looked like him. Victor both envied and admired him. With a crooked grin, he snatched the bottle from Gio's hand and took more than just a swig or two, it was a good gulp. He lowered the bottle and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He did, the fucker. I'm hardly fucking buzzed, he growled. He was more than buzzed, but that hardly mattered to him. He lifted his fist to the air and howled -it sounded like an actual damned wolf. Let's fuck some pricks up then. Then without much of another word, he took another drink from the bottle this time it was a swig, and then shoved that bottle back into Gio's hands and shoved his way through the crowd to the ring, where he stepped inside and brought his hands to his chin and the back of his neck, jerking to crack it. Then he pulled his hair back and tied it at the nape of his neck, gaining a few hoots and hollers from the crowd. A scowl tore over his face and he snarled at the crowd before throwing up his fists and shouting, Getting a good laugh? Come up here and laugh in my face, you fucking pussies! COME ON!
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Kenneth Daniel Maximus, Kenny, Ken, Boss Location Century Night ClubDownstairs Attire Link Weapons His fists DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Victor, GioNPC, Open When the bottle was shoved back into Gio's hand the man took a nice gulp of it and he and Ken followed Victor to the cage to root him on. They both laughed as the crowd reacted to him, they really had no idea how much of a punch the kid could pack and it was amusing to the two brutes. Ken looked out to the crowd, Anyone got the balls to step into the cage? Come on the man's not gonna fight himself ,he shouted over the yells. After a few moments a tall, muscular man with a Mohawk stood up and volunteered. He was part of the gang of bikers that kept shouting comments and insults towards the regular fighters of Century. Looks like another one of you pussies wants your ass kicked by one of our finest ,Gio taunted making the man with the Mohawk shoot a glare at him and give him the finger. The gesture only made Gio throw his head back and laugh. Kick his bitch ass Victor, show em how we roll in this place ,Gio shouted before taking another shot from the bottle of rum he held in his hand. Both Ken and Gio leaned up against the outside of the cage in support, Kenneth liked Victor as did Gio and they loved seeing a good fight and they knew the kid could deliver.
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Victor Agasga Location Century Night Club, Montreal, Canada Attire Cut off grey tank top, worn jeans with holes in the knees, heavy boots. Weapons 9 inch stiletto knife with pearl handle DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Open Victor grinned crookedly at the encouragement from the two brutes, and his sage green eyes flashed as the mohawked man climbed up onto the stage. Victor cracked his knuckles and his focused turned to the man. He was a better fighter now than he had been during his exile. He liked to think that if he had the skill he had now back then, his damned sister would have at least had a harder time chasing him out of New York. Of course, that was all in fantasy. His sister's cruel eyes, and vicious snapping maw still haunted his nightmares at times, but she his only true fear, was far off and he was more than capable of beating the shit out of some human biker brute. Eh, pussy boy. 'Fraid I'm gonna fuck up your pretty blond locks! the mohawk brute shouted. He was obviously a loud, boisterous bastard. Victor would make sure to deal a few extra blows to his mouth. Mohawk-Man looked content to make the first move, because seconds after his last taunt, he charged forward, fists balled, and moved to slam his fist into Victor's gut. Victor was a rather slender fellow, and he even looked a bit soft, but when the tension of a fight came about, his muscles stiffened under his skin and stood out in defined shadows. He was also far faster than his opponent and he smoothly side-stepped the wild blow. However, he was quick to retaliate and his fist came out in a long bat towards Mohawk-man's ear. The blow was stunning and powerful especially at such a vital area and a dazed look came over his face. Victor took the opportunity and followed up by stepping into closer range and sending a hook to the man's jaw. Stepping closer still, Victor slammed his shoulder into the man's collarbone, sending a fit of pummeling into his gut, knocking the breath from his lungs. He finally stepped back and send one finally powerful fist into his mouth directly. Teeth cut into Victor's fist but he only grinned and send one last kick into his chest, knocking him back onto his ass stunned and groaning. Victor stepped forward and stepped down on the biker's chest before bending down and grinning into his bloodied face. What was that about pussy-boy? Fucking prick, he sneered before sending one last blow to his mouth. The entire fight had lasted no more than about four minutes. Then, Victor stood and stretched a bit before looking at the crowd once more. Anyone else?!
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Kenneth Daniel Maximus, Kenny, Ken, Boss Location Century Night ClubDownstairs Attire Link Weapons His fists DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Victor, GioNPC, Open Ken and Gio were laughing hysterically as the Mohawked brute got his ass handed to him. They both loved how people would stupidly underestimate Victor then eat their words after the kid kicked their ass. When the bell rang and Victor asked if anyone else wanted to fight Ken stepped into the ring, Easy kid, take a rest let's go get some more drinks and I promise you can get back in here in a little while ,he told the man before patting him on the shoulder. As much as Ken would love to see his smallest guy take out each and every mother fucker in the gang of bikers that were there he wanted to let some of his other guys get in and get their shots on the group. After Ken exited the ring he looked around the club for a specific person but he wasn't there yet. He was sure the man would show up eventually but he was hoping to let him get some of his aggression out early on. Gio seen Ken looking around and smirked, He told me he wasn't coming tonight ,Gio told him. Said he wanted to be alone and sit home sharpening his swords. Ken shook his head and simply looked back to Victor, Never mind what I said kiddo fuck em all up if you want ,Ken shouted then let out a small laugh.
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Victor Agasga Location Century Night Club, Montreal, Canada Attire Cut off grey tank top, worn jeans with holes in the knees, heavy boots. Weapons 9 inch stiletto knife with pearl handle DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Open Wound up and feeling vicious Victor snarled at the crowd and circled around, daring whoever. Of course, he willingly backed down and followed Kenneth out of the ring, grinning almost proudly at the clap delivered to his shoulder. Soon after he stepped out, another wolf stepped in and paired up with some douchebag with a beard. Sage eyes followed as the brute looked expectantly around the bar and his head tilted a bit. Kenneth was looking for someone. In all reality, Victor didn't really give a shit. Instead, he snatched up drink and looked back over to watch the fight. Alright, Boss, he said before downing the whiskey. He then pushed back to the cage and leaned against the wire to watch as another biker got the shit beaten out of him.
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Kenneth Daniel Maximus, Kenny, Ken, Boss Location Century Night ClubDownstairs Attire Link Weapons His fists DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Victor, GioNPC, Sees Donovan, Open Name Donovan McKayne Location Century Night ClubDownstairs Attire Link Weapons None DateTime 120 AM, August 7th 2025 Tagging Open Donovan was in no mood to socialize, he never was but Kenneth insisted he come to the club and get some of his frustrations out in the cage. The man had been on edge and a lot angrier then usual for the past few months and Kenneth was growing tired of his attitude and the way he was snapping at people. Reluctantly Donovan made his way into the downstairs area of the club where all the fights took place. His blue eyes scanned the room then fell on a group of bikers hootin' and hollerin' at the fighters in the cage. The gang was clearly human by the remarks they were making. Donovan didn't really think too much on the remarks being made seeing as he really didn't care if the gang of bikers wanted to call the wolves in the club pussies or dicks but when one of the men shouted out the words 'mangy mut' Donovan's right eye twitched. He wasn't a werewolf but he was taken care of by one for as long as he could remember and he didn't like prejudice against their kind nor his. As the man who shouted the nasty remark went to light up a cigar that hung from his lips Donovan took a deep breath and concentrated on the flame that came from the lighter. Within a few seconds the flame from the lighter burst setting the man's beard on fire and exploding the lighter. A deep evil laugh came from Donovan's mouth as he walked past the man and his crew of morons and made his way up to the cage as a fight was coming to it's end. When Kenneth heard the commotion then seen the man's face on fire he laughed then turned to Gio and Victor, I think this night is just gonna keep getting better and better, let's see how those pussies handle a vamp ,he stated before letting out a chuckle. So much for sharpening his swords eh Gio?. Gio let out a laugh then watched as an irate biker from the crowd made his way into the ring. This guy was huge and all muscle from head to toe. He had a thick chain hanging from his neck and an angry look in his eyes. The man looked intimidating but Kenneth knew that he was no match for his boys, especially the one he had a feeling would step up to the large man first. Which one of you pups wants to die first? ,the biker growled out as he took the chain from his neck and began to whip it in a threatening way. Well come on, what's the matter? Afraid of a real challenge ,he yelled out before laughing. When there's a real challenge you can let me know but for now I don't mind getting a little....practice while beating on you ,Donovan deep tone came from behind the man. He had made his way into the cage and had already taken his shirt off and had a smirk on his face while he let his fangs show a bit.
Thread: Century Night Club

Name Zoey Evans Location Century Night ClubDownstairs Attire Same as picture, Headphones around her neck Weapons Her Friends DateTime August 7th, 2025, Around 120am Tagging Kenneth, Victor, GioNPC, Sees Donovan Zoey made her way through the club, waving at the bartender as she made her way to the basement door. As usual her laptop case was slung over her shoulder, and her headphones laying around her neck. She was dressed in her more casual clothes as well. When she come to the club with the purpose of going to the basement, she never dressed up, it always drew to much attention. She tried to come down at least once a week and watch the fights, and to see Donovan, though that was something she'd never admit out loud. She never knew if he'd be there or not, but even if he wasn't she liked to see if Kenneth needed anything. As she made her way down the stairs she smiled as she heard the shouts from the rowdy crowd. As she rounded the corner she saw Kenneth and Gio standing outside the cage near Victor. Making her way over to the three men she smiled and waved. Hey guys, how's it going tonight? Most people would find them all intimidating, and had Zoey not known them, she would have. These were the type of guys who would have shoved her in her locker back in school for no reason. When the bikers noticed Zoey she started getting cat called. Shaking her head Zoey just rolled her eyes. Not the people I want whistling at me Looking over at the three men she sighed. Why is it that no matter who is down here they find it necessary to whistle at me? It wasn't that she didn't like getting attention at all, she just never knew what to do about it. Plus the only person she'd ever really wanted attention from was probably the most anti social person she knew. As she sat down and pulled her tablet out of her laptop case she looked up towards the cage and smiled wide. Had she been able to blush she would have. Donovan was fighting. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment she started to hoot. Kick his ass Donovan! Catching herself she bit down on her bottom lip and covered her mouth quickly before looking back down at her tablet then to Kenneth and Gio. Sorry guys, don't know what came over me. Crinkling up her nose in embarrassment she turned to face Gio and Kenneth for a moment so that she didn't get to excited again. Then turning to look at Victor she smiled. You already beat someone's ass tonight? Zoey chuckled a little as she touched the screen on her tablet and started to fiddle around with it.