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Welcome to New York, home of the city that never sleeps. That couldn’t be more true. Recently, the Angels were shot down from Heaven and their wings were revoked by the Reapers. The race was disbanded, but now to step into their place are the Valkyrie, an ethereal race of warriors so seek justice for those who deserve it. With balance restored, the Demons have a worthy foe and continue their path of mischief and mayhem. Humans fight to be heard while Witches fear to be seen. Shape shifters are the outcasts of this world, but refuse to be put down. Werewolves claw to be at the top of the food chain, but Vampires are always plotting and scheming to be superior.

Welcome to a world where nightmares come to life. The day time isn't all that safe either. Who do you align with? Where do you stand in this crazy life? Or will you be just another face in the night?

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 A Happy Little Tune, Open
Sabine Woede
 Posted: Jul 1 2018, 11:50 PM
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Age // 73

Posts // 14

Rank // N/A

Nicknames // Sabby/Sabs

Species // African Wild Dog Shifter

Status // Widowed/Single + Heterosexual

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Phoenix + EST + She/Her


One of Sabine’s happy places was sitting in a recording studio with an artist and some other people and brainstorming ideas. She was a songwriter for hire and wasn’t glued to one record label as many wished she would be. She wanted to be free to write for whoever she wanted as long as the genre matched up just right for her. Writing a good song was like writing a good story. It needed a beginning, middle, and end. It also needed feeling and emotion. There needed to be a connection between not just the writer and song, but the artist and the song. The shifter never sang her own stuff so she needed assure there would be a connection between the artist and the words. The listener needed to feel that suffering, that joy, that excitement, whatever that emotion was, they needed to hear it dripping from the artists voice in order for it to touch someone. Sabine knew she did her job if she made someone feel something. If someone shed a tear or smile in remembrance then she knew she had done something right.

She didn’t sing her own songs. No. She enjoyed writing for other people. She did at one point make a demo CD. You know, those small round discs with the hole in the middle. On one side, it shined like a glitchy rainbow when you moved it around in the light. She could remember how proud of that CD she was. She used to carry around a couple in her purse in case something magical happened and someone wanted to sign her. Now they were all buried somewhere in her room. Well, more like shoved into her desk drawer and sitting under the weight of a bunch of other stuff. Who was to say they even worked anymore though? They could have gotten all scratched and dinged up. They were in perfect working condition. They just weren’t something she was totally proud of. Ahhh the 90s, what a time to write and sing music. The time of Nirvana, TLC, The Spice Girls. There was no way a young LA girl could compete with any of those big names. It was best if that CD stayed buried and never see the light of day again.

She liked modern day music much better than what they were writing way back when. She felt like people dug way deeper now than they ever have, literally putting their hearts on their sleeve and letting the world listen to them. Although there were some questionable artists out there who capitalized off of people’s emotions, there were the good people who wanted to let others know they weren’t alone. It was those people she wanted to write for. She didn’t want to write a meaningless song about some salty girl who got broken up with multiple times (ahm, Taylor Swift). She wanted real feeling. Something deep and meaningful.

After her long day in the studio, she had been invited to get drinks with the crew, but she politely declined. Even though she had pencil to paper all day long, she still had some brainstorming she wanted to do. She definitely couldn’t do that at home. She rarely did it at home. The women there were just way too loud and Blair understood that. So instead she headed several blocks on foot to a small bar she dipped into every now and again. It wasn’t a place her and Blair attended together. It wasn’t that kind of place. It was a place she could call her own little spot whenever she needed somewhere to just sit and be alone for a while. With her large bag in hand, she stepped into The Fox’s Den. There were tons of people around, but it wasn’t loud and obnoxious. She just stood by the door, observing the crowd for a moment before spotting an empty stool at the end of the bar. She made her way to it and perched, spinning to face the bar top. She pulled out her notebook and pencil and gave the bartender a warm smile as he made his way to her and asked her what she would be drinking. “A vodka cranberry please. Thanks.” She said before turning to her notebook to re-read the notes from the day.
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Freddy Jones
 Posted: Jul 15 2018, 06:30 PM
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Age // 25

Posts // 13

Rank // N/A

Nicknames // Freddy

Species // Shifter

Status // Single + Straight

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Dark + GMT UK + He/Him



You wouldn’t have thought the TV had the final of a world championship on the screens based on the number of patrons in the bar nor would you think it was as loud as you would expect. But this was America and the world soccer championship wasn’t that big here, even if it did pull in more viewers worldwide than the Superbowl. Now THAT was a busy night in the bar.

Superbowl night was always a busy night. Even the week leading up could be quite busy. Some patrons felt like they had to claim a spot early just in order to get a seat! Given the busy nature of the bar during that time, he often found other types of business increasing in the bar during the weekend. So long as the bar stayed open, he didn’t much care about what went down so long as no one got hurt.

Freddy found himself daydreaming about planning his next Superbowl night. It was like Christmas for the bar. Yes, he had to bring in more staff but the sales far outweighed the costs that night. Nor did he have to worry about the supply of drinks that night. He wasn’t the only person who made a pretty penny that night. Alcohol was the lifeblood of the city on that night.

Duty called and his service was needed. Moving down the bar, giving her a quick look to see if she wanted anything. On cue, she placed an order and soon after, returned with her drink. ”Here you go. I hope it’s to your satisfaction. Forgive me if I’m intruding but are you a new face here? I know most people around here and I’m sure I’d remember you if I’d seen you before.”

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Sabine Woede
 Posted: Aug 10 2018, 01:18 AM
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Age // 73

Posts // 14

Rank // N/A

Nicknames // Sabby/Sabs

Species // African Wild Dog Shifter

Status // Widowed/Single + Heterosexual

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Phoenix + EST + She/Her


Sabine hadn’t really been paying all that much attention to what was playing on the television. She wasn’t all that interested in sports anyways. She grew up a princess essentially. Never having to lift a finger if she didn’t have to. She never played sports, but she did play a little dirty with her siblings. While she was much smaller than them while shifted, the little wild african dog took on the two lions without difficulty. She was much faster than them anyways and could easily twist out of their paws that had been the size of her face. They were never out for blood though. It was always for fun.

All she was looking for tonight was a little bit of lyric writing a couple of drinks. She didn’t plan on staying all that long either. Maybe just an hour or two before she went home and curled up in her bed. If she didn’t strike gold tonight with something good then she would just try again in the morning when she got to the studio. She hadn’t written a single lyric for this album that made the band’s eyes just light up. If she didn’t come up with something catchy in the next couple of sessions then she would be removed from the album and attempt to appeal to the next artist that possibly looked her way. This wasn’t a huge deal if she didn’t get something good this time around, but her current band was an up and coming punk rock band. It could be big if she struck gold here.

She tapped the eraser of her pencil on the notebook as she thought. Her drink was quick to get to her though. Pleased, she reached for it and nodded to the bartender in thanks. She glanced up at the dark-haired man as he apologized for interrupting her then proceeded to ask if she was a new face. “Oh. I work a couple of blocks away. Well, it’s where I work for the next couple of weeks. I’ve come in here maybe a couple of times before. Thought I would stop in and do a little more work before heading home. Creativity never sleeps.” She said with a warm smile that easily reached her eyes. “I’m Sabine though.” She said and set her drink down and reached across the bar to shake his hand.


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