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He swam in every place that he could, he wasn’t much for man-made pools, the chlorine was uncomfortable, but lakes, oceans, ponds, hot springs, he was most certainly a fan of. After moving around the festival, admiring the shrines, stalls and dances, Alistair found himself coming to the hot springs. The kitsune smiled, stripping out of his clothes, placing down his sake and climbing in. His head lifted to the sky, eyes slipping shut momentarily, this was rather charming, or it would be, had somebody not interrupted him.

His pack had moved into the city only days before Cayden had arrived. Salem had sent for him as soon as they settled into a place but Cayden had been so far out checking in on one of many pups. Their boy had a pack of his own and he wanted to show them off. Cayden was fine with stopping in but he was happy to be back in the city with his own pack again. He’d been traveling a good long way and he’d been a lone the whole time. After a quick stop at the pack house and finding no one there, Cayden headed to the nearest bar. 

Pushing himself up off the ground, Gideon grabbed his side as it ached at him. He could feel wet there and wasn’t sure if it was his blood or someone else on him. This was chaos. He could hear goblins war cries and pets screaming. It sounded like at least a few Elites had shown up now. Which was good because he didn’t feel like he could keep this up very much longer. Looking around, Gideon noticed another pet on the ground and took a step forward before feeling his knees wobble. Pain shot up his side and he finally looked down at his own hands. 

Viktor Pratt stared distantly out the window of the hallway he was standing in. He was standing in the Tower where the pet’s cells were kept, yet none of the pets have managed to catch his eye. The older man let out a small sigh as he ran a hand through his hair and looked around. All of the beings were like him, flawed. Human...But not at the same time. Viktor’s eyes snapped to someone when he noticed them moving.

If there was a physical line that separated bravery from stupidity than Sebastian walked it day. Walked it, danced across it, had one foot placed on each side firmly. He lacked the self preservation that often kicked in when faced with danger. For example, with one was faced with a hungry lion, one would probably run for the hills. Sebastian was far more likely to rush the lion. Just to prove he wasn’t afraid. In away he was rushing the lion right now. Or, at the very least standing his ground. Staring the lion right in the face. Looking down its throat in the belly he’d probably end up dead in. It was only a matter of time. His dark brown eyes were set up on the Elite’s face. He didn’t know if the guy was a guard or just around a lot but he’d seen him before. Been in trouble before. His back was pressed up against the wall.

“You missed the most e p i c match at the Coliseum!” Jonah explained, the vampire grinning as he recalled all of the tasty blood that sadly went to waste staining the ground. “I’ve seen my fair share of fights...But whoa! That was definitely part of the top ten! So tell me, what has been going on in your boring life?” Jonah asked condescendingly with a smile.