Strangers ( i need better titles)

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Aurelia slept as he prepared to leave, good for her she deserved some rest. Damon stretched his legs and took one look at the petite female before he left her room. Smiling, the white giant stepped outside, the sun blinding his eyes momentarily. 'So what now? I could go back to Sussex but there is nothing to do for me there yet.' No going back was not something he wanted to do just yet. Maybe he could get more information out from the people that lived here.

Damon had not even taken 10 steps before he saw a gray figure walking towards the brothel and subsequently him. The wolf was small, tiny even with deep aquamarine eyes. The mercenaries' desires were sated but he still could appreciate a handsome wolf when he saw one. Too bad that this one clearly had in mind to visit the Howling moon and too bad for the stranger that the only courtesan was sleeping. "I don't think you will have any luck visiting the brothel now stranger." he said as he walked past the silvery male.


ROUND ONE
@Valerian

"My scars are my memories"

T

he Howling Moon lingered ahead and his tail began to whip back and forth from behind him at the thought of being able to see Cherie…er…Evangeline again. When he’d returned from his “excursion” in Sussex, he’d found that she’d not been where he’d left her last. She did, however, leave a message behind for him that one of the other ladies of the night passed along to him.

And course, as any rational man would, he immediately set out on the road headed for Iverness, where he was said to be able to find her at this exact establishment. What could that mean? That she’d left behind a message in the event of his return for her? It had to be a good sign!

As Valerian came closer to the entrance, another male far larger than he shouldered his way out and into the open. He blinked, side-stepping him without another word, typically not one to interact with the other men at these kinds of places, as he moved to enter. This man, however, addressed him and he turned his head towards him, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“My good fellow,luck is my lady tonight and all nights. I doubt, I’ll have a problem here.” Valerian scoffed, assuming this brute’s words were a stab at his stature. He wanted to roll his eyes, but instead his cerulean orbs moved across his vast, muscular frame. His nose twitched, noting that the scent he carried on his pelt was not hers…and for that he was thankful. “By the smell of it, you managed to find your own luck.”

@Damon

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The silver one sidestepped him, just as he attempted to do the same. He managed to get a better look at the smaller man. His body was not yet marked with scars and also not used to hard labor. And apparently very full of himself " I don't know who you are hoping to find in there but Aurelia is currently asleep." Or maybe there was now another one? The rose hadn't told him of another prostitute but then she wasn't beholden to him in any way.

"If you want to call it luck? I would call it a transaction. " Damon was done talking about the stranger’s goals here but maybe he could find out about what happened in the last month around here. ”I was not aware that the good citizens of Inverness would visit the brothel in broad daylight?” The white wolf was not even really sure if the grey stranger really was not but either way. Damon would hopefully get some information


ROUND ONE
@Valerian

"My scars are my memories"

A

single brow up his lifted when the man stated the only one in there was someone named Aurelia. He stood up on his tiptoes to peer over the taller male's shoulder suspiciously and then lowered himself again before sizing him up.

He hummed thoughtfully, but was otherwise silent, until the word 'transaction' was uttered causing his ears to perk. Valerian's lip twitched as though in the form of a snarl, but he held it back having to remember the line of work. He blinked away his thoughts and refocused on the man who continued speaking.

He let out a breath of a laugh that was somewhat of a bitter one, shaking his head. "Oh, no, no, no...I'm no citizen of Inverness and even if I were, I hardly have a care in the world as to what others think of me. Why should I?" Valerian pursed his lips and eyed the brute. "I could ask you the same, seeing as you're the one obviously leaving this establishment with a glow about you. What's your story, then?"




@Damon

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