#corpus.start

Lillian was stressed by the events of the carnival. It had been rather unpleasant to her senses -- from the vomit to the blood and all of the other fluids in between. On top of that, it didn’t help that she had run into Sam and might have had one of the most heartbreaking nights of her life. As if to placate her guilt, she found herself at the Infernum once again. 

“Wake up on the wrong side of the coffin there, cutie pie? Looks like you could use a little pick me up.”

“What a lovely day to wreak some havoc, innit?” the strong british accent wasn’t native -- but Seth enjoyed it for.. well, artistic purposes. It always managed to make him feel a little bit more posh than perhaps he should have been feeling, in the first place. -- But then again, he had a flair for the eccentric. ‘Now, why do you look so gloomy? Someone took a piss in your cheerios and you didn’t like the aftertaste?” 

After five years, Lovell really should have at least gotten used to this place. Unfortunately, he seemed to be getting grouchier by the day. Perhaps it was because he was surrounded by other wolves, and something about that scent just made him feel irrational amounts of anger.