In The Shadows [Open]

[nero gage]

No matter the establishment that Nero found himself in he always found the darkest place to occupy. He would have on his cloak on with the hood up and find the darkest corner to inhabit. Usually one of the wait stuff would hurry on over with a bottle of good fire whiskey and a glass and leave him be. That is the way he liked it.

He would just sit and watch and wait. He had a good eye for ‘talent’ and he was always on the watch for it. Whether the talent was already a werewolf or could be made into one he didn’t care, unless of course they said no. Then he cared, he cared a lot and on more than one occasion that no meant death.

Today’s place was La Aguja though admittedly it was probably the better of the two in Knockturn Alley as the White Wyvern was owned and run by Vampire and in Nero’s opinion nothing was worse than a vamp. He also took offence to the name of the establishment, well the word white, anyway. It was pretentious and tacky and he didn’t like pretentious and tacky.

The waitress this time was young and new and looked kind of tasty. She rushed over dropped the bottle and glass on the table and hurried off. Picking up the bottle he splash a measure in his glass and lifted in a toast towards the bar and the waitress before throwing it back. Maybe he might had a taste of the waitress later on. She wouldn’t make a good wolf but she might be good for other things..

[tatiana bischoff]

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One would say that Tatiana was skulking around Knockturn Alley, but then again with her job, the female werewolf was always skulking around the dark alleyway. It was like home to her though, more home than most places. That was the smuggler side of her; she knew how to talk and how to cut a deal, but she also knew how to swindle someone down when it came to getting the things that the werewolf army needed. It was one of the talents that had gotten her to the position she was in now.

Another talent that had gotten her to sergeant major was her raw, aggressive style of fighting. That, coupled with her cold hearted means of dealing with people, and she was a near perfect killing machine. And, she could throw a spell as good as she could rip someone to pieces. Durmstrang had trained her very well, and the higher ups in the werewolf army had only added to that training since she'd graduated.

Pushing the door open, Tatiana stepped into La Aguja, her nose wrinkling at the stench in the air. A drunkard stumbled towards her, a grin on his face and a look in his eyes that the female werewolf knew all too well; however, a growl and a flash of icy blue eyes sent the man stumbling in a whole other direction. Apparently, her reputation preceded her, or the man wasn't as stupid as he looked.

Sidling up to the bar, her leather clad, fur cloaked body leaned against it and she ordered herself a firewhiskey, giving the bartender orders that once this glass was empty that another was to be ready and waiting to be brought. High heeled boots then carried her to the corner where she'd caught the scent of a fellow werewolf. "Good evening general. Mind if I join you?" she inquired, firewhiskey in one hand while her other hand rested on the back of the chair that sat across the table from him.

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TAGGED: nero gage

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[nero gage]

His nose had picked her scent up the moment that she had entered the cantina and he couldn’t help but grin as the female werewolf scared off a possible suitor. It might have been interesting to if the stupid man had tried to push it further to see what she would do. He expected that there would have been blood and body parts all over the place. She had needed very little training when she joined them but she was eager to learn.

His steel grey eyes watched as slinked over to the bar and got herself a drink. She knocked it back quickly before getting another and then heading his way. He leaned back in his chair to take her in a bit and she asked to to join him. It was very rare for anyone to join him when he was on the watch, not even other wolves in army dared to join him. She did and he admired her moxy for doing so.

“Please do,” he drawled, his voice low. He took another swig of his whiskey and splashed more into the glass before offering the bottle to his companion. “I liked the show you put on and was disappointed that he took no for an answer. It would have been entertaining. He didn’t look like much but still I would have liked to have seen what he was made of.”

tatiana bischoff