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"I am a decective." He flashed his badge, which was hanging from a chain around his neck and tucked underneath his shirt. "It's my calling. I was a constable in my human life, so it's only natural I continue that line of work. But enough about me. What do you do?" He inquired, a quizzical look upon his face.

Lazarus' eyes widened a little as he thought about her response. "You...you don't mean to say you are nobility, are you?" If indeed she was, he could only wonder what she would be doing in a place like this.

Lazarus went into shock with suprise, but his naturally cool demeanor helped hide most of it. "The...Queen?" 'Wow...of all luck...' he thought to himself. "Don't worry, I understand. As a member of the Force, I've sworn to protect you at all costs, my liege, but I never once thought I'd see you in a club, much less dancing with you!"

Lazaurs pondered for a second, then said, "No thank you, my liege. I think I'll take the opportunity instead to be chivalrous and ask you if you would allow me to buy you a drink?"

"Um, I'll have an arscine, thanks." Said Lazarus as he took a seat next to Rose. It was only after the bartender left to prepare their drinks did he turn to Rose, a confused expression on his face. "A 'Wild Thing'?"

Lazarus laughed a little. "I guess I will. Maybe I'm just old-fashioned, but I'm a fan of the more tradtional drinks."

Amongst the thick brush of the forest outside the city, there were many creatures plotting the downfall of one another. The lycans were no different. "I say we attack now!" A tall dark man, with a scruffy beard yelled to another. "What about in the morning?! There aren't that many that can survive in the sunlight."

"But we'll be weak ourselves you idiot!"
"But at least we can survive the sunlight, all we have to do is take out the ones that can walk in the light first, and the rest is a cleanup!"
The crowd seemed to chatter loudly, and then they all cheered. It seems they had decided to attack at dawn.

"The first thing you'll have to do for you plan to work is..." A man walked out of what seemed to be nothing but darkness. "survive the night." His long black cloak fluttered in the small breeze, and his hood then blew down to reveal his smooth and elegant face.

"And what's that supposed to mean boy?" The scruffy man said, clenching his fist tightly.

"It means I'm going to kill you..." He said pointing to him lazily. "and you," pointing to one of the arguers, "and well... All of you..." He said in a half asleep tone.

"Oh really..." The scruffy man said laughing hardily. "You and what army?"

The man with the cloak smirked. "I don't need an army to take out a pack of filthy dogs." He said as he smiled a large toothy grin, his long, pearly teeth glistening in the faint moonlight.

He seemed to teleport just beside the scruffy man. "Your life has ended... repent all of your sins..." He said, flicking his wrist to finally reveal his katana. The man just looked at him slowly, and then fell into several pieces. The battle then ensued, and they all transformed into their lycan forms.

The man smiled and began flipping and sliding around, cutting them down like child's play, and withing moments, all but a handfull were wiped out. "I advise you leave, and never return to this forest, unless you wish to meet the fate of your comrades." He said lazily. He put away his katana, and began to walk away as all but one of them ran for their lives. The one that stood there quickly dashed for him, and within the blink of an eye, The cloaked man unsheathed his katana, and stabbed the lycan through the center of his torso, thrusting him down onto the ground. "Your mistake, dog..." He said as he wrenched the blade around inside the lycan.

The lycan howled in pain, and then turned into its human form, screaming for mercy. The cloaked man glared at him, and with a sadistic twist in his voice he replied to the mans plees. "I gave you that chance, and you decided to attack me from behind... Why should I let you live?"

"Then at least tell my the name of my better..." the man said in a faint voice.

"My name is Ghoden... And yours is dead!" He said as he gave the blade one final twist, and as he was removing it, he cut off the dogs head. He used a tattered piece of cloth to clean his blade, and then he piled all the bodies in the center of the camp, and he also tore down their small buildings. He picked up the last lit torch, and threw it into the pile, the fire igniting instantaneously. He began walking away, back towards the city with his hood up.

Upon entering the city, he decided he needed a drink. He looked at his clothes, but decided he didnt care if they were crusted with blood and soot, and smelled of burning bodies. He walked over to the bar, his hood still up and called over the bartender. "Gimme something strong..." He said.

Within seconds the bartender was back with a mixture of the strongest ales, and the finest bloods. "You got the money for that, right?" The bartender asked harshly.

Ghoden reached inside his cloak, and pulled out several golden coins. "That should cover it." He said lazily. "I'd like to drink in peace thanks." He said to the bartender as he lifted the cup.

Ghoden finished off his drink quickly and turned to her. "Well, it was more like 200, and i don't have comrades..." He said lazily taking a sip from the second drink. Outside there were panicked screams about the smoke and blaze rising only a few miles from the city. "My name's Ghoden, by the way... Thanks for the drink." He said with a small smirk on his face, hearing everyone hurry about for the fire.