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A werewolf walks into a bar.

"What the...?"

He gets the feeling he's not in Shreveport anymore.

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Oliver's starting to hate full moons ( Read more... )

Not only is the woman that comes in extremely pregnant, she's also dirty, wide-eyed, and probably hasn't brushed her hair in three weeks. She keeps alternating between scratching her left shoulder, and digging her fingers into it ( Read more... )

There's something to be said about the bar's sense of timing when it comes to bringing new people in.

Erik's helmet is clutched in one hand, white-knuckled fingers and all. There is the slow, rhythmic calmness to his breathing that makes it obvious to anyone that knows him that he's upset -- not just angry, but upsetThe helmet gets thrown on out ( Read more... )

Winter is Coming.

Those are the words of her House.

Not until now has she realized how important those words really are. There's the oncoming danger and enemies wishing them ill, like her father said. And the need to protect each other.

Even Sansa.

Even if her big sister was horrible sometimes.

Still, it's nothing to get too worried about. ( Read more... )

If it should happen that you look up, and chance to see the very large animal that comes down the stairs, standing stiffly upon his hind legs (going down stairs always gave him just a touch of trouble. Not that he would admit it) and wearing a very finely tailored suit, with particular attention to the waistcoat, do not be alarmed. He may be ugly, ( Read more... )

The door opens to a shimmery view of a dingey stone room full of junk. The view wavers and jumps, like viewed through water.

A man jumps out of the door, and lands unsteady on his feet.

He is hairy, unkempt, not very clean -- Hey, you see how clean you can keep in a technologically retarded prison -- and hunting.Although having landed in a room ( Read more... )

And we have a Haiyor at a table, absently munching on a sandwich as he works on a sketchy diagram ( Read more... )