the big, bad wolf [o]

[ALLARD LOUVET]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px; background:#222222] FOUND MY FAITH, LIVING IN SIN

[atrb=style, width: 350px; padding: 5px; background: #E6E6FA; border-left: 1px dotted #222222; border-right: 1px dotted #222222;] Home! Sweet home! Allard rarely ever had the chance to just settle in his homeland, often travelling to and fro, from nation to nation, just to keep up with work and contract opportunities. Though bitter and unforgiving to most, Le Sud was his wonderland. He loved the snow, the cold, the simple yet strong capital. He often got homesick and just needed a break to return and recuperate. Especially when healing was required. He supposed a large slash across his chest required some form or rest, despite how little he thought it was necessary. Surely he could continue on without any trouble, he honestly had no doubt about it. But why waste the opportunity for a little break when you had one? Of course, after years of being away from home, he had to admit things aren't as amazing as they once were. Or maybe he just came at a bad time. Regardless, the stares seemed much more colder than usual. Almost as if they had thought he was a stranger. He'd shrugged it off though, deciding to loosen up at his favorite tavern. He was sure he'd meet some of his old buddies who could perhaps fill him in. Allard smirked at the thought, tail wagging a bit as he made his way up the icy slope and towards the warmer destination, not at all hesitating in making himself comfortable and ordering himself the best wine they had to offer. "Come on! Don't be shy! Allard needs a warm welcome!" he announced, by no means shy or worried by the annoyed stares that shot towards the loud wolf. No, his eyes shot to the nearest dame, catching her attention and giving her a charming smirk. "Why don't you come over here and warm me up a bit, beautiful?" he suggested with a chuckle, sitting back comfortably and saving a seat on his lap for her. The young woman simply smiled back before strolling over, hands on her hips as she leaned in slightly to address him. "Now why would I want to do that? We don't serve stray mutts." she returned sharply, Allard's ears perking a bit in surprised before he rolled his eyes, an amused smile gracing his lips. "Feisty as always, Claudia." he chimed back, apparently knowing the woman whom didn't seem quite as amused as the male. "What's got you so bitter today?" he asked, taking a big gulp of his drink. "I'm not bitter." she retorted. "And even if I were, I have every right to be. Where's the gold you owe me?" she scolded, the wolf's ears lowering a bit as the realization occurred to him. Now he remembered why he'd been avoiding the place for so long. He actually owed many debts here in town. Was that why everyone was glaring? He smiled a bit sheepishly at the thought, scratching the back of his head. "OH! That gold?" he feigned. "Of course! I remember now." he chuckled, Claudia crossing her arms with an impatient look on her face. "See... The thing is, I'll have to put it on my tab, along with this lovely wine. I don't have the money on me right now." he lied. He could pay her. But he certainly didn't have enough to pay for the entire town. And once they saw him returning her debt, they'll be after him for more handouts. After that news, she had grabbed his wine and pulled it out of his reach, Allard pouting a bit at losing his drink. "No money, no service. You've been holding out for too long, bastard." she continued, getting a bit more personal now. He winced at the thought. She obviously wasn't pleased with his cheating her out. He threw his head back and groaned before reaching in his satchel and grabbing his money pouch. "You can be a real bitch, you know that?" he muttered before pulling out part of the debt he owed her, dropping it in her hand. "Don't tell anyone else I'm giving handouts. I'll be swarmed." he pleaded with a chuckle, ears perking once more as she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Nice to have ya back, dog. Don't stay away so long." she smiled, handing him his drink before strolling off to count her payment. "How about I make it up and we share a room tonight?" he called to her, only being waved off as she disappeared around a corner. Allard shook his head in disbelief, just as amused as he was annoyed. Oh well. At least he knew his home town wasn't so bad as he'd imagined. Only greedy friends who wanted their money back. He'd get to them eventually. For now though, he simply wanted to enjoy himself.

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[RHIAN CADWALADER]

IF there was one thing that Rhian hated with a passion, it was cold weather. She hated the frost nipping at her nose, loathed the chill seeping into her bones, and abhorred the snow falling and sticking to her eyelashes. Though she was bundled up to the point of looking ridiculous to the native passerby, the young woman felt as though she may as well have been wandering around naked. The scarf that was pulled up to around her eyes, however, did its job well: it masked the fact that she was glaring at every person that walked too close to her. In her state of agitation stemming from the unbearable climate, she was likely to do resort to some form of minor violence if anybody had the gall to bump into her.

WHEN one particularly large man came about an inch away from triggering such a situation, she finally decided she needed to get off of the street. Hardly any thought was put into her decision as Rhian pushed roughly through the throng of people and into the nearest establishment; it wasn't an ideal location by any means, but it had a large hearth that emanated enough warmth to steady her swelling rage. Despite her the fact that her temperament returning to normal, the glare was fading slowly in comparison as she stripped off several of her outer layers - including the scarf that now allowed her unpleasant expression to be seen clearly by all.

HER gaze swept about the tavern, taking in the various patrons taking shelter from the harsh climate. At the sight of a rambunctious hybrid she simply scoffed and rolled her eyes at his antics. She'd really hoped to avoid idiots like this one in her refuge but had obviously been unsuccessful. Rhian chose to ignore him as best she could and picked an empty table to settle in at. A barmaid approached her soon thereafter and asked for an order. "A pint of your strongest spiced mead," she said flatly, not wanting to show a friendly disposition that would lead to small talk and, consequently, meddling into her personal business. "And whatever it takes to shut that bloke up," she added in an undertone, making a face as the man that sat not far away from her continued in his loud and lively manner.

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