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Saoirse finished off her beer with a smack of her lips. She had lost being able to taste anything after the second shot of whatever the barkeeper had given her. It was some pretty potent stuff, so she would have to remember to ask what it was before she left. As she sat on her barstool, she saw a large man coming through the tavern's door and head straight to the bar.
She raised an eyebrow in curiosity because he was dressed in fatigues, like a soldier. But this place wasn't law friendly so maybe he was a merc who just liked dressing up? Although that eye patch was saying otherwise. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back and motioned for the keep to give her another drink and watched him roll her eyes at her.
Grinning at him, she twirled a piece of hair around her finger before running said finger down her chest and onto the bar top. She was trying to see how far she could push the poor human before he kicked her out of his bar. "Changed your mind yet love?" she asked with a purr as she took her second beer from him, making sure to brush his fingers as she did so.
"No, and I'm not going to. Excuse me." he said as he hurried off to take the soldier's order. Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she took a sip of her cold beer and turned her attention back around to the tavern. She heard the rough voice a few seats over from her, and perked her ears up without seeming to notice him. 'Hmm...he's almost the size of Galen. I wonder..' she thought to herself before her attention was drawn to a commotion on the other side of the bar.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2018 11:37 pm
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Death or Glory
The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division
Titus Kain
Wolfe Garm - West Cadderly Stevis
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Titus glanced over to the other end of the table and noticed a couple of guys arguing about something before one of them ran outside, Titus couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, though the answer to that question became apparent when one came back with a couple of others though, they were armed with weapons, rifles mostly which sobered him up instantly, they were pointing further into the tavern which peaked his curiosity and looked to see a man at a table in a corner which made him wonder what was going on, Titus stood up and looked at the woman who seemed to be just as interested in what was going on as well.
Wolfe heard the commotion which caused him to look up from his meal, and had to wonder what was going on. When a couple of men came in armed and started pointing in his direction, he knew something was wrong, grabbing his helmet he put it on as well as grabbed his rifle and switched his receiver to the Pederson device and loaded a clip in. Instantly tipped the table over and aimed his rifle, without hesitation he squeezed off a volley of shots in their directions dropping one and wounding a second the third scattered and the forth one took cover behind the bar though he was unarmed at the moment. The people in the bar scattered instantly when the shots rang.
The shots of the rifle sobered up Titus fully which caused him to take cover drawing his pistol based on what he could tell the ones arguing must have seen someone they were after and tried to get the jump on him, Titus would remain in cover until he absolutely was needed. Titus didn’t have to wait long before trouble happened as the wounded man instantly turned ‘how many shifters in this town!?!’ he thought as he ejected his current mag and loaded silver munitions. Titus drew his bayonet as the Wolf started moving towards the one in the corner who was unleashing a hail of lead into the Wolf with no effect Titus poked out from cover and unloaded his magazine into the wolf who started to jerk as the silver started reacting causing it to convulse as he immediately dropped to the floor and died a painful death.
West may have been drunk but when the shooting started he was instantly alert and had his shield and rifle in hand, the ones close to him were panicked which indicated that they hadn’t expected so much heat to be in this one tavern, taking advantage of this he came around the corner shield up in defensive posture which caused the one with the rifle to panic and start firing at West, every shot impacting harmlessly off his shield as he aimed his rifle and fired a shot which hit his chest dropping him instantly, the other man panicked even more which caused him to go for the rifle his companion had been using, but before he could use it West had already dropped his rifle and drawn his sword, West rushed him bashing him with his shield before his shield came down cutting deep into his chest. Breathing easy he lowered his shield in time to hear more shots behind him, and saw two more guys fall from a hail of bullets coming from the man who was rushing the door.
Wolfe was in no mood at this point his blood was boiling as he pushed through the door his rifle at the low ready and finding no additional targets in the immediate area, taking no chances he decided best to make his way to the castle and get this mission over with before anymore idiots try to attack him. once it was all over Titus stood dumbfounded he couldn’t understand what had just happened but one thing was for sure the bar was now a mess. Sighing Titus looked around and found the woman he was sitting next to be unharmed and looked at the barkeep “hey! do You have any rooms?” the barkeep was shaking but nodded slightly relieved Titus decided that if he was going to have some fun tonight he was going to have to do something now, so he approached, he holstered his pistol and sheathed his bayonet wry smile on his face he spoke up “I don’t suppose you are looking to have some fun?” Titus was perhaps being slightly direct but after what had just happened he wasn’t really left with many options, the women tending the tables were nowhere to be seen which meant they were scared out of their minds, which meant she was the only option he had.
West stood there and decided that he had had enough excitement for one day and waved the barkeep over, "I'll take a room for the night" the barkeep still shaking nodded and simply took his money and gave him a key. West started walking towards the stairs pausing to nod at Titus who returned it and left to go to his room. The barkeep left a key on the bar close to Titus who simply grabbed it and smiled slightly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2018 5:46 am
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Saoirse watched in fascination as the brawl scene unfolded in front of her. She each and every shifter in this town, not by name but by smell. Lucky for her, Galen and her had managed to come across a witch who gave them a soap that hid their scents, so they were able to pass off as a human with no consequence. Well, barely any consequence. The soap was not free and had to be exchanged for something, that if left to her own devices Saoirse would have never made. Narrowing her eyes as the memory started to flit across her forehead, she wiped a hand at the air as if to wipe it from her brain.
The commotion across the tavern gave her momentary distraction as more shifters came into the bar and started to attack the man sitting in the far shadowy corner. However, that man was unconcerned with anything, calmly shooting off and killing several shifters without so much as a flinch. Curiosity peaked, she leaned up forward from her chair to watch the scene more closely. Everyone started to scatter, with a few screams bouncing off of the walls and all Saoirse did was leaned forward more, fascinated.
She saw the soldier next to her take cover before taking a few shots at the attacking shifters. She didn't think anything of it until the wolf shifter a few tables in front of her started to convulse once the man unloaded his clip into him. Brow wrinkling in confusion, she watched the man reload out of the corner of her eye. 'He must have silver bullets. Damnit.' she thought to herself uneasily, even though she kept her face turned towards the fight, lest the soldier realize that she had made him.
Saoirse turned her attention back towards the fight, and barely ducked her head to avoid the bullet that whispered against her cheek. Snarling silently, she threw one of her throwing daggers in the closest shifter, making it land directly in his eye. Her dagger too was made of silver, so with it so deeply lodged in his eye and brain the shifter didn't stand a chance and immediately collapsed. Sniffing in disdain, Saoirse got off her barstool and casually strolled towards the body before ripping out her blade. She wiped it on the dead wolf's shirt before walking back towards her barstool, slipping the knife into her arm holster.
With the fight now almost completely over, Saoirse finished off the rest of her beer with a sigh. Before she could leave however, the soldier that she had noticed earlier finally noticed her and approached. Raising an eyebrow at him, she twirled in her barstool to fully take in his form. He was as tall as Galen, but not quite as muscular..but it was close.
"Well aren't you forward. Who says I'm looking for a good time? Do I look that easy?" she asked as she batted her lashes at him in a flirty manner. The man was overly large and very good with a gun. Saoirse would have to be careful of him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 7:44 pm
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Death or Glory
The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division
Titus Kain
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Titus shrugged and replied “why else would anyone be in a place like this” Titus Titus glanced around and noted that some of the women were coming back to clean up, though they looked like they were ready to run at the slightest hint of trouble, Titus feeling slightly disappointed he looked back the woman and while he wasn’t fully drunk he would have to trouble enjoying himself, though he weighed his options slightly before he continued “though if you aren’t then I’ll take my leave, as I’m sure there are others who are” he hadn’t been in town very long but he could tell he was going to enjoy it here since there seemed to be no shortage of women looking for male company, but he chose to stand there for a moment longer to see whether or not he had caught her interest or not before he would walk over to one of the ladies working in the tavern, as he was fairly certain as spooked as they were he was confident that he could pull one away with honeyed words of comfort for such a tragic event and find himself with all the comforts he could ever hope for.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 8:52 pm
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Death or Glory
The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division
Titus Kain
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Titus laughed instantly and replied “a strong soldier eh? Perhaps you would rather I give you a demonstration of such strength” Titus admittedly he was looking for a someone but having found someone that had peaked his interest he was now more focused on this single woman “I’d wager you are the type of woman who is more interested in men who can prove themselves worthy in battle than one who simply speaks empty words” Titus sat down next to her, pocketing the key for a moment while he decides whether or not the interest was worth the effort or simply a waste of time, he’d seen many women in his travels though he never found a single one who was adamant as she was which intrigued him greatly. He glanced over at the barkeep and singled for him to come over “two mugs of your best” the barkeeper raised an eyebrow though before he could say anything Titus offered payment which simply got a nod out of him. When he did return he had to mugs full of drink and placed them both in front of him Titus grabbed one and slid it over to the woman, though said nothing else and took a long drink from his mug before e put it down and simply watched her with interest.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 9:48 pm
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Death or Glory
The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division
Titus Kain
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Titus shrugged “if you were looking for female company, you would have left with one by now as there are quite a few beauties who work here that would have been sufficient to entertain, but then again being one who is looking for strength of simple words finding one to satisfy you would be quite a challenge” Titus took a drink from his mug and continued “My name is Titus Kain, and most taverns usually do, the best way to get their attention is showing them the money sooner which usually opens up their top-shelf alcohol without delay, and what is your name gorgeous?” perhaps the alcohol was starting to talk for him, but one thing was clear she had his undivided attention. As Titus sat there he couldn't help but stare at her form with great interest, taking in every little bit of her figure as if he was afraid to forget it, perhaps the alcohol was to blame for his desire to pay a closer attention to her as well as had a strong urge to want her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2018 11:58 pm
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Death or Glory
The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division
Titus Kain
Emilia Cook
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Titus shook his head and enjoyed his drink for a moment and simply brushed the sarcasm aside before he spoke up “so are you doing anything later?” at this point his drink was doing all the talking, he was drunk but not so much that he was incoherent, and his interest in her was abundantly clear at this point, his eyes were completely focused on her and what she was doing.
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Emilia relaxed, having put in a request with the local warehouse to get supplies she needed for her store she had time to burn so she went walking since Felix was more than likely fast asleep and Titus well knowing him he was probably pestering the locals, she couldn’t help but shake her head in disappointment that he was a womanizer. She saw a tavern off in the distance and figured she deserved a drink. She casually walked over to the tavern and paused briefly when she saw Titus inside sitting next to some woman and changed her mind about going in, she couldn’t handle him especially if he was drinking, he was always a mess when he drank too much and didn’t want to be anywhere near him during that time especially since she had a cover to maintain and being around him run the risk of him blowing her cover. 'what an idiot' she thought, Sighing she took off down the road and decided she would just head back to the shop since there was little else to be done until tomorrow.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 12:26 pm
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Smiling coyly at Titus, Saoirse walked her fingers, of her left hand, across the bar top to skate lightly over his hand and arm. Sliding over to where her thigh touched one of his, she leaned in close enough that she could smell the slight sheen of sweat that had dried against his skin and well as his manly musk. But as to not give herself away, she didn't inhale a large breath, instead choosing to exhale so that her breath mingled slightly with his.
She placed her right hand on his other thigh, gripping it lightly as she brought herself into his space. "Why yes, I do believe I am now.." she murmured huskily. Her eyes darkened with lust as she licked her lips in anticipation of him kissing her. Or her kissing him. It really didn't matter as long as she could taste him.
A loud growl sounded from behind her as soon as she went to go close the distance between herself and Titus. Tightening her hand on his thigh, she felt all lust evaporate from her body leaving her cold and angry. 'Why?!' she vented to herself, even as her face lost its amusement and a cold indifferent took its place.
Saoirse leaned away from Titus as she felt Galen approach and hover against her back in an aggressive move. "What do you think you are doing, Saoirse?" Galen said in a dark voice, anger practically making his body vibrate against her back.
"What does it look like Galen? Making new acquaintances. It's what people usually do in towns.." Saoirse said with a sniff as she went to reach for her warm beer. Her hand froze on the handle as Galen gripped the back of her neck, and squeezed it in warning. She didn't have to turn around to see that his eyes were probably flashing gold with how much menace he was projecting, but she just hoped that it was dark enough the in the tavern that the soldier next to her didn't notice. She really didn't want to have to kill him. He looked like he could have been fun, now though..Now she was unsure of what was going to happen.
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Posted: Wed Sep 12, 2018 11:45 pm
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Death or Glory
The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division
Felix Reilly - Titus Kain
Emilia Cook
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By this point Titus senses were so far gone from so much alcohol that by the time Galen had arrived, not only was his head lost in the moment that when Soairse had shifted back into her sear when galen showed up that he had nearly fallen out of his chair from being so drunk. His wits have been lost so the what might have been telltale signs that he was in the presence of a couple of shifters had escaped him, though him speaking wasn’t doing them any favors either “I… wazz juuus geettin… to know the lady friend here….” Titus stood up though he found that not even the ground could keep him up as he suddenly found that the barstool would not even hold him as he hit the ground hard, which only gave the barkeeper a sigh as he glanced over the bar to see if he could see the idiot who’d become one with the floor “is he alive?” Titus replied “of courssse I’m alive, where’d this floor come from, tell it to go away!” at this point perhaps Titus was having to well of a good time and had misjudged the strength of that top shelf alcohol he’d ordered.
“command to alpha two please respond” squawked Titus comm bead though at this point he was long gone, “Titus come in!" "Command to Alpha three have you seen alpha two anywhere” Emilia sighed and replied, “saw him at a tavern getting a drink why?” Felix sighed and knew he should have laid some ground rules before he put Titus on standby and replied “Please ascertain Titus Status and report back” Emilia sighed and replied “affirm will head that way now” Emilia was slightly annoyed she had to investigate what had happened to Titus, and started walking towards the tavern.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2018 8:48 am
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Saoirse's eyes narrowed in anger as she tried to subtly shrug of Galen's touch, but that only caused him to squeeze tighter. Knowing that the situation was about to get out of hand, she went to open her mouth to tell him off when Titus started drunkenly slurring. 'Oy..' she thought in slight amusement as the soldier swayed in his seat before taking a fall onto the floor.
"Goddess, are you alright down there?" she asked with a chuckle as she observed him trying to pull himself up but was too drunk to do so.
Seeing at how drunk Titus was, Galen's menace started to slightly abate because he knew that the soldier was not in his right mind so he wouldn't have to kill him for touching his mate. Even if Saoirse didn't except it yet and sneered at him in disgust every time he mentioned it, it didn't change the fact that Galen WOULD make her submit to him eventually. It was just a matter of abiding his time.
Soairse felt some of her anxiety leave her as Galen's posture and grip started to slightly lighten. Unfortunately it all came flooding back as soon as she heard the tell tale chirp coming from the solider's body. Knowing what it could possible mean, she downed the rest of her beer before sliding off of her barstool. Looking down at Titus, she put her hand down to help pull him up, Once he was situated on the barstool, for the most part anyways, she jerked her head to the side with smile.
"Thanks for the drink handsome, but I think I'm going to go. My chaperone here has come to collect me." she said with a thumb pointed at Galen, causing him to give a dark chuckle.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2018 9:20 pm
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Death or Glory
The Wardens Protectorate
82nd tracker division
Felix Reilly - Titus Kain
Emilia Cook
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Titus simply nodded though paid Galen no heed while he sat there, had he been in his proper senses he might have noticed more things wrong with him than her. He simply nodded and almost immediately planted his face on the bar. Not long after Emilia reached the tavern she saw Titus in earlier and almost went in, but she paused as she watched the two by Titus, the first one she recognized immediately as the one she had encountered before the other though caught her interest, something felt off about him though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. After a moment she decided that she would enter but wouldn’t approach Titus since they were there and she didn’t want to blow her cover by collecting Titus who appeared to be overly drunk and appeared to be struggling to maintain consciousness, which would prove to be quite troublesome. Emilia decided that she would stay well clear of Titus while he was in this drunken state and bide her time. Before entering she keyed her comms “Alpha three to Command, Alpha two has been sighted but will have to delay and acquiring him as he’s not alone at the moment, the situation is a code four how copy?” Felix got up immediately and grabbed his gear before he replied “Understood Alpha Three will be close by to provide rapid response if you need it keep me up to date on the situation” Emilia entered without delay and looking around though was genuinely surprised by the mess and simply walked over to a table off to the right side of the door and sat down at the table and simply acted like she was there for a drink than anything else, and simply observed with mild interest.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2018 9:46 pm
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Saoirse watched as Titus almost face planted into the bar once she let go of him, and it caused her to wince slightly. Shaking her head at the overly large drunken male she patted his shoulder lightly, which in turn caused a growl to vibrate out of Galen's chest. His grip on the back of her neck tightened when she put her hands on the other male and Saoirse quickly distanced herself from Titus so as not to cause a scene. They were trying to stay undercover, yet Galen was so insistent on ruining everything with his animalistic ways.
Baring her teeth at Galen she felt her eyes flash her anger, before she dipped her head so no one else would see the gold shining through. "You're going to give us away with all your growling." she said in a low voice so only his ears would hear her. Shaking off the weight of his grip on her neck, she took a few more steps away from Titus, only looking back to him once before Galen stepped in her line of sight with a cruel smirk.
"No need to look back. It's not like you're ever going to see him again, Saoirse." Galen said as he continued to step towards her. Effectively crowding her towards the door. She caught a familiar flutter from the corner of her vision but it was gone before she could focus on it, Galen taking all of her attention.
Letting a silent snarl form over her lips, she pivoted on her heel and strode towards the open air, anything to get away from the suffocating atmosphere that now held the tavern in suspense. She needed to cool her temper down before they made it back to the inn and the small bedroom they shared, because she knew that if Saoirse let him, he'd goad her into a fight and use that as an excuse to subdue her. And that was a position that she did NOT want to find herself in again.
So lost in her anger and her attempt to calm down, she didn't see the man in front of her before she plowed straight into him. Saoirse let out a small gasp as she bounced straight off the man's chest and ended up sprawled out on the ground. Grimacing, she pulled herself up and noticed that the person she ran into was wearing fatigues just like Titus was. Raising an eyebrow she looked up in curious confusion as she felt Galen come to a stop behind her, but not close enough to help her up.
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