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 Stripping Fixations
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Dec 12 2017, 12:27 AM
Age 60
Height 5ft. 8in. (172.2 cm)
Weight 123lbs (56 kg)
Affiliation Ex-Wasoha Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Whether Raquel likes it or not this was going to be her way of life for a long time. Stripping. Dancing half-naked to crowds or clubs of men. She doesn’t like to do it, but choices haven’t been presenting itself left and right for the werewolf to jump up and take. Life has been nothing but harder in the passing and coming years, so Raquel’s dreams will become smaller and smaller as times go by. Raquel doesn’t want to be a stripper until she dies, she doesn’t see that for herself in the long run, but her aspirations of a normal life doesn’t ever seem to come into fruition. Every time Raquel gets comfortable something tragic happens that causes her to start all over again and it has happened enough times that she doesn’t even want to deal with ‘normalcy’ any longer. Forming relationships doesn’t seem to work out very long for and she is starting to question the need to do so. Right now, stripping seems to be the only answer to her many problems, but the job does come with some downfalls. Many times, she has mouthed off men who tried to touch her, knowing it’s against policy to do so. When that happens, Raquel has enough room to defend herself, but all the cat-calls would just be coming with the job.

Raquel swayed to the music in nothing but a black g-string and bustier as she moved vivaciously on the pole. Slowly, Raquel drops the floor, leaving her legs open to the crowd of men, before pulling herself back up with her hands still clutched to the silver pole. The song she was dancing to have a slow rhythm as she moved her hips slowly up and down like a snake, before coming behind a pole to do the same dance. Raquel had years of practice underneath her belt, she knows what to do and she knows how to be a man’s fantasy… As she rolled her hips she rolled her head back, so her long dark hair would fall by as she moved, before slowly rolling her head back around to make eye contact with a man watching her with oozing temptation.

Raquel danced a few songs, before her shift was over and she was able to head to the back to hit the floor with some of the girls, who were done for the night. Antonio had enough girls to do a rotation like that, so within a few hours Raquel would probably have to return to the pole. Right now, she needs a break, and something drink, though she would rather get drunk. Sadly, she is at work and being drunk on a pole wouldn’t be the most appealing. The werewolf walked over to the bar, still wearing her distinguished heels and revealing clothing, though all of it was covered by a black leather robe. With an unbothered expression she sat at the bar and nodded at Tony for her usual drink on the job. Tony reached from underneath the bar to grab out a cold water, then tossed at Raquel and she caught it as soon as she saw it. Raquel thanked Tony, before uncapping the water, “Thanks.” She was honestly biting back the need to order a few shots of vodka and risk it all tonight, but she needs this job.


Sancho Herrera

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Dec 12 2017, 12:59 PM
Age 44
Height 5ft. 11in. (180.34 cm)
Weight 185lbs (84 kg)
Affiliation Wasohá Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





As might have been expected this was not the first time that Sancho had walked into a strip club; it wouldn't be the last. Heck! Not even the first time he had known one of the women working on the pole either; Sancho respected those who decided to crave their own paths in life and often they were result of a lot of choices being taken away from them.

It was after all possible that someone might have wanted to or even dreamed of being a stripped dancing around, up and down and even hanging from a pole but he sincerely doubted that was the case for the majority of the women who were working here - including the one he had come here to see.

Although he'd not mentioned this decision or desire to anyone else within his social circle the last thing he wanted to do was end up causing some serious trouble both for him and especially not in respect of Raquel as well. She was technically alone, a loner, isolated and separated from the aid and support of her pack. Not a circumstance that could be exactly tolerated easily by any wolf; particularly in a world which had very little in the way of kindness to show them and even less when it came to a willingness to embrace that which was different.

Sancho knew that if any of the other members of his pack learned about the truth of his irregular visits then he would be accused him of all kinds of things and very few of them could be considered as good - the very last thing Sancho wanted to end up happening was to be punishment simply because he didn't really agree with the whole decision to oust her in the first place. He'd not said anything because well he'd not been asked but Sancho was the kind of man who generally kept his opinions to himself for the most part and so it had been the case when it came to this particular matter.

"You're looking fine, chica. Room for one more?" he asked, not waiting for or needing an answer as he slid onto an available seat and leaned slightly forward against the surface of the bar, if there was one thing that he was good at then it was being able to adopt a relaxed and casual manner with very little effort.

Kemet
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Dec 14 2017, 04:30 PM
Age 60
Height 5ft. 8in. (172.2 cm)
Weight 123lbs (56 kg)
Affiliation Ex-Wasoha Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Raquel sipped more of her water, before her eyes shifted over to Sancho sitting next to her. There was a time when Raquel would have been happy to see someone apart of Wasoha, but was when she was a pack member. Raquel was kicked out. Exiled. Denied. Catalina made it her mission to make sure Raquel was expelled from the pack, so why should Raquel ever go back? Why should Raquel forgive Catalina, or anyone that sided with her? For all she knows, most of everyone from the pack sided with Catalina and forced her out.

Raquel will be cordial with Sancho, but she isn’t going to be his friend, nor make it easy to be so. The werewolf looked at Sancho, before rolling her eyes back to sipping her glass of water, “Im not going to stop ya, Catalina might.” The werewolf said with a sneer as she looked to the left of her to see if there was anyone else from the pack inside of the club, because a problem it would be if there were others in the same vicinity. The last thing she wants to do is be caught up with the rest of the pack, because more than likely she will get to see Catalina. The miko would be the last thing she would want to see. Raquel kept her eyes forward as she leaned over the counter, trying to keep from looking at Sancho as she obviously was not feeling his presence.


The wolf tapped her nails on the bar, before she decided to speak again, “¿Puedo preguntar, por qué diablos estás aquí?” May I ask, why the fuck you are here? Raquel’s irritation wasn’t subtle as she spoke to Sancho as she decided pleasantries were well spent a long time ago. Raquel was apart of Wasoha once, now that she isn’t a member anymore she doesn’t believe she has to put up a smile anymore. They were family, but she was betrayed by them and at this point she is over them. She is over Raquel. Sancho could be a Catalina supporter for all she knows, trying to keep tabs on what Raquel is doing, where she is going, and whom she speaks to. Fuck her. Fuck them.

Raquel’s thoughts were racing, she was trying to figure out why Sancho came to the strip club and happened to sit down next to Raquel to be cordial. Finally, Raquel turned to look at Sancho with warning eyes as she could already feel her anger ramping up as she continues to remember her time within the pack. “Can I help you with something Sancho? Because what I do not appreciate is being followed, watched, or whatever the hell you are doing.”


Sancho Herrera
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Dec 15 2017, 02:21 AM
Age 44
Height 5ft. 11in. (180.34 cm)
Weight 185lbs (84 kg)
Affiliation Wasohá Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





The immediate hostility was only to be expected and had their circumstances and situations been reversed - other than being potentially humourous, as Sancho wouldn't look nearly as good in a silver thong bikini - he would have been reacting in the same kind of defensive and near rude manner that Raquel was adopting right now towards him.

In some ways it was rather sad that she had come to this point and needed to do this kind of thing; after all at one they'd been pack and the only real reason for her being removed was as a result of picking the wrong wolf to shake her jiggy with. Which was about as polite as Sancho got when it came to the horizontal tango but he was also aware that in fairness Raquel couldn't have been as completely clueless not to have suspected that it might end up coming back to bite her on the butt and then some.

What he'd not expected was to find her ending up being kicked to the kerb but Catalina had clearly been more than a little bit pissed and with the opportunity to react and remove what she saw as the kind of woman she absolutely didn't want around herself, then she'd seized the chance to do that and here they all were with Raquel out and the rest of them expected to ignore the woman or at least not willingly walk in and see what was happening.

"You always say the sweetest things, chica. I can see that hasn't changed" he commented, placing his order for a drink before he carried on and return to the conversation with his former pack mate "I'm no completely sure I deserve to be accused of being some kind of stalker though, going need to work on that sort of thing if I'm heading in that direction - cause clearly I suck at it" which was absolutely not the case as it stood.

Sancho could and did watch and stalk certain people but he did it electronically as it just made it a whole lot more straightforward than spending hours and hours of his own personal time following someone around the place all the time. He'd never found it all that interesting as activities went but he supposed that it made sense she'd think that.

"I can still make my own choices, bad as they might be if someone were watching for Catalina but we were never enemies and it's hard for me to let go even if she the one with the orders" the suggestion of for now hung in the air between them but he didn't say it out loud.

Kemet[/user]

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Dec 22 2017, 02:10 AM
Age 60
Height 5ft. 8in. (172.2 cm)
Weight 123lbs (56 kg)
Affiliation Ex-Wasoha Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Raquel looked at Sancho with a curious eye as he revealed some sort of feelings about Catalina’s orders against her. Now, he did not outright speak against the ruling, but Raquel could probably guess that he wasn’t in high favor of it. Before all that shit went down with Catalina, Raquel could recall some friendships she had in the pack. Raquel never had beef with Sancho, she never had a reason not to like him, because she knows better not to fuck with a hacker.

After leaving Wasoha, it was easier to look at all the members as estranged family, so it would be easier on Raquel to move on. Nothing about moving from Wasoha was easy, but she knew if she ever came back then it would be hell to pay. Raquel told herself that anybody apart of Wasoha is bad blood, but she should still recall that her time with them was not all bad. The only bad thing about Wasoha was the powerhouses of the pack. Gadiel and Catalina.

Other than those two lovers, Raquel didn’t have much to say about the pack and really tried her hand at being an active member. She saw them as family, since the family she was born was taken away from her so many years ago.

Memories of her time with Wasoha started flooding back like wave as she looked at Sancho’s familiar face. A mixture of sadness, betrayal, and anger were bickering for control over how she was going to react, though the only emotion she sees to come up with no irritability. Nothing against Sancho, but it was the memories that really soiled her mood.

Catalina really soils her mood. If she could, she would make a hit on the bitch. Raquel has a lot of hate for that woman just like she has a lot of hate for her, because she believes Rocky still had a thing for her man. Gadiel and Raquel were finished before he started seeing Catalina, but for such a pretty girl she really allows her jealousy to ruin her image. Raquel has lost all kinds of respect for the Miko of the Wasoha, and if she ever sees her in public her eyes will roll. If they ever speak again, she will not hold her tongue. Raquel is going to be punished because she will not treat that woman as her superior. It just won’t happen.

Raquel eyed Sancho, taking a small sigh, before speaking to him, “You’ll have to forgive me for being ticked off,” Raquel continued, “Because, you here only remind me of the pack, which doesn’t take long for me to remember the head bitch. And yes, she is a bitch.” Raquel said as she rolled her eyes to look back at the bartender, “Two tequilas please, one for my…friend here.” Raquel leaned against the bar, gently placing the side of her head against her palm. Rocky looked back at Sancho, “We’re not friends. Not until I know I can trust you again.” Raquel said as she laid her eyes on the other man with a trained expression, “You can say thank you for the drinks.”



Sancho Herrera
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Dec 22 2017, 10:26 AM
Age 44
Height 5ft. 11in. (180.34 cm)
Weight 185lbs (84 kg)
Affiliation Wasohá Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Choosing to be pissed off because she wasn't sweeping him off his feet or begging him for affection would take a whole special kind of stupid. Which he wasn't. Sancho might have said the same about Raquel once upon a time, at least until she had decided to sleep with Gadiel. Well fuck. He should use the right verb for what had gone down.

Sancho sure hadn't been privy to the actual intimate and inner workings of it all. Thankfully. He might be many things, some better than others but sticking around in order to get his rocks off while watching someone else was not on his to-do list. In fact, Sancho didn't really even watch porn. He had probably spent more time in laughing at the poor acting and bad direction than in becoming aroused.

He was very much more hands on when it came to his personal interests and sexual urges and he preferred it that way.

Still, he was surprised that she had jumped in so willingly and no one would be able to argue otherwise and suggest that she'd not known what she was getting involved with when that first decision had been made and actually what had Raquel expected because Catalina was a bitch. Which an adjective that could also be applied to Raquel as well; it was actually one of the reasons he wasn't completely relaxed when it came to accepting her as his leader without being a little bit worried about the long-term effects.

The pack needed as well as demanded strong leadership and anyone, man, woman or otherwise that allowed their own emotions to get in the way of things could end up causing more problems than anything good. Was that going to be the case when it came to Catalina? Sancho would have to choose the whole wait and see option when it came to seeing what eventually came to pass.

None of which stopped him from accepting the tequila when it came, even though it wasn't his particular preferred drink "No, we weren't. I had the impression I weren't the type you were looking for when it came to friends but that is in the past and as the saying goes, chica - beggars can't be choosers - and I figured you wouldn't be too disappointed on a face not out to rip out your throat" while burning the bridges seemed to be the personal choice his alpha wanted to make, eventually Gadiel was coming back out of the hell that was prison and he might just be a little bit curious about what happened to his bedwarmer.

Kemet

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Dec 24 2017, 01:57 PM
Age 60
Height 5ft. 8in. (172.2 cm)
Weight 123lbs (56 kg)
Affiliation Ex-Wasoha Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Raquel looked at Sancho with defense in her eyes as she tilted her head, before she voiced her question, “And what kind of friends are you insinuating, Sancho?” The Mexican born werewolf eyed the other wolf with a curious eye, “Is it because my profession involves me stripping to only a thong and heels?” Raquel continued, “I would think men would prefer to keep friends like that around, Sancho.”

Raquel turned to smile at the barkeep, while taking the two rounds of shots, before passing two over to Sancho as she took one and threw it back. “I do appreciate you hadn’t come to rip my throat or torture me until I have nothing left… Im sure others would want to, nonetheless, Im happy you haven’t.” Thinking about the pack pains her because they too were her family and knowing that she could never go back there was hard to get over.

No matter how hard she tries, sometimes her heart will want to wander back to the good old times as a Wasoha wolf, but she must tell herself that there isn’t going back from banishment. Catalina had already made her mind up about the kind of woman Raquel was and like any good leader would, she eliminated the threat. Sadly, Raquel was the wrong threat Catalina was worried about.

Los Muertos was still a threat and Raquel hope that Catalina was putting all her energy into making sure the pack is safe from, yet, another attack from the humans. The government made sure that the wolves would be placed in a very deep hole, luckily not all of them got between the shovel and the dirt. Raquel was able to escape the mass incarceration that happened at Hell and Highwaters, which was also the day their late miko, Gadiel Torrero, was arrested with a bunch of other pack members.

Honestly, Raquel was happy that she didn’t have Torrero’s breath breathing down her back any longer, nor would she have to see him flaunt his new, now old, piece in her face as if she cared. The one thing Raquel didn’t count on was Gadiel making Catalina the miko of the pack, but once that happened Raquel new Catalina was coming for blood. It was common knowledge that the two didn’t like one another, so why not get rid of all your threats?

Slightly looked behind her to see her friend Rosa doing tricks on a pole and dollar bills being flung her `way as she does. A smirk graced her face, before she turned to look towards Sancho, “Why are you even at a strip club Sancho? I never pictured you as that kind of guy, then again I don’t really know you that well.”


Sancho Herrera
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Dec 26 2017, 04:21 AM
Age 44
Height 5ft. 11in. (180.34 cm)
Weight 185lbs (84 kg)
Affiliation Wasohá Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Which was rather the point; he was and generally remained one of the outliers of the pack and it was a position that suited him well. When trouble came calling Sancho was there but he generally wanted to see it a long way off and work out a plan for avoiding it. Choosing to let emotions like anger and such end up directing him along in his choices wasn't sensible in his opinion.

It spoke of bad things coming on the horizon and Sancho was worried that Catalina was blinding herself to the reality. Sure, it was the male wolves that people generally saw as trouble but that was because everyone forgot about how dangerous women could be; he didn't think it made any sense to start kicking out wolves based solely on who they'd spread their legs for or not. Sancho let her comment about his own interests in being in this kind of establishment.

"I don't know, I heard the hot wings here are the best in the neighbourhood, if not the whole city - I couldn't not try some of that out" which was not entirely true but Sancho would always eat when the option was there; especially as he also took advantage of drinking as well. Such as now. Once the tequila arrived he more or less inhaled the whole thing and then out the small chunky glass down "But you work here, 'sides here means no one is looking for me, cause no one expects me" and he wanted to keep it that way. If Raquel wouldn't have pictured it then Sancho could be relatively certain that the same thing would apply to everyone else as well.

That was one of the details he was counting "We ain't never been more than pack, now we ain't that but it gets me thinking and wondering 'bout what would be likely if I were Los Muertos; you having troubles in that direction cause this is the kind of place I wouldn't exactly see them as shy about taking as entertainment" just because he didn't see these places as being the kind of one that he wanted to spend time in wasn't to suggest that everyone else felt the same way.

In fact, with the right nudge and the right circumstances Sancho wouldn't mind visiting. He liked dancing and some of the pole dancing techniques required a lot of time and practise to master.

Kemet

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Jan 4 2018, 03:10 PM
Age 60
Height 5ft. 8in. (172.2 cm)
Weight 123lbs (56 kg)
Affiliation Ex-Wasoha Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Raquel laughed a bit as she leaned back into her chair as she began easing up to Sancho’s company. If he was going to try anything he wouldn’t have risked a conversation with her, so the likelihood something is up would be slim. Still, Raquel is way too cautious to leave her guard completely down, but Sancho doesn’t pose her an immediate threat. “Yea? The hot wings are pretty good, I had a few myself. Fuck a Hooters, right?” Raquel said as she turned to look at Sancho, “Unless you’re a hooters man, then I don’t expect you to agree with me.”

Raquel said as she turned a bit in her chair to see the rest of the dancers on stage as she noticed a few exclamations closes to the stage trying to grab at one of the girls, which is about the norm in this kind of work. There has been a few times Raquel has been grabbed at the ankles, while on stage, and even by the waist when she is leaving from work. Honestly, if it weren’t for the hired security, Raquel and other girls would be in a lot more danger. The one thing that’s good coming from being a stripper is the connections you make with your sisters, because outside of a wolf pack she has grown really close to some of the girls. Enough to punch in asswhole in defense of one of them.

Raquel said as she turned to look back at Sancho, “I do work here, seven days a week,"Raquel said with a sly wink, “I make my cash by men throwing it at me, then generous tips I get from my boss…. I live the good life, don’t I?” Raquel said with the roll of her eyes because she didn’t think so. If it was up to her she would be getting a more acceptable job, but all she knows is how to strip her clothes and dance. Raquel is a smart woman, she can do other things, but it’s the matter of having the chance to do them. The Wasoha pack gave her the chance to be a better her, at least in its earlier days, because the Wasoha she knew changed with its differences in command. Raquel went on to say, “If no one is looking for me, then the last place they would look for you is here… If, anyone was looking for you.”

“If you were Los Muertos, you wouldn’t be able to outright grab me because I would be protected, at least long enough for me to escape.” Raquel slightly pointed pass Sancho, “Over there is paid security. My boss is quite protective of his girls… Well property is a synonym in his case," Raquel continued speaking at only a volume Sancho could hear, “But that’s all last resort, if Im not careful. If I do anything that would warrant supernatural, then the boss would have me on my ass, then tip Los Muertos of my location.” Idealistically, Raquel is playing a dangerous game, but she is living under a different identification, hell, her name is not even Raquel anymore. Laia Vendoza is the name she goes by, legally, so she shouldn’t be called ‘Raquel’ not unless its someone from her past. “I’ve taken every step in being careful. I hoped you’ve done the same coming here.”



Sancho Herrera
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Jan 8 2018, 04:53 AM
Age 44
Height 5ft. 11in. (180.34 cm)
Weight 185lbs (84 kg)
Affiliation Wasohá Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





He could admire the stubborn kind of pride that she was displaying, it was almost exactly the same kind of attitude that he would have also adopted in her place given the same kind of circumstances. Although he wouldn't have ended up working in a strip club as a performer, if only because the kind of dancing that he generally did was far better when it was done while clothed.

At least that was what he'd always found to be the case. It didn't mean that he failed to appreciate the exact level of skill some of those performers had to possess in order to carry out those dances. Sancho had a lot of admiration for anyone who would put themselves out there like that; this might not be the most positive or well received kind of job but sometimes you had to do what you had to do and that was the end of the matter. Even if he knew that in a lot of these paces it was merely a prelude to what could often be far more debasing.

Sancho privately hoped that it wasn't the kind of thing that Raquel had ended up becoming part of but he wouldn't be the kind of crass fool and ask her directly about anything like that. It just seemed wrong to do anything like that.

"They're not bad people though, eh chica?" he asked, indirect and avoiding the more personal and possibly damaging comment from his end. It wasn't now any of his business and that was the way that it had to be for as long as this lasted. He still thought it was stupid though "At least it's one less worry and particularly if the Los Muertos aren't going to be an issue" which really hoped that she was being truthful about being the case.

This was odd for him in many ways but he supposed that anyone else would end up feeling the same in their own way. There really wasn't any guide for how to talk to wolves that had been kicked from your pack but Sancho knew the kind of problems that could end up following. He wasn't sure how long someone could last and he suspected there was some personal considerations to be made but it wasn't good or healthy or wise for any wolf to be out on their own long term and they both knew that even if neither one of them was mentioning that detail "I took the steps I'd always take and some in addition. Nothing like caution when you're doing the unexpected" he answered directly and with a subtle kind of wink in her direction as well.

Kemet

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Jan 14 2018, 01:12 AM
Age 60
Height 5ft. 8in. (172.2 cm)
Weight 123lbs (56 kg)
Affiliation Ex-Wasoha Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Raquel her head at Sancho’s question as she looked at him trying to decipher if he was serious at all in asking her that question. Los Muertos were bad people, since their living purpose is to torment werewolves, harassing them, and killing the lot of them isn’t too far off the table. Wasoha has had some run ins with Los Muertos, especially when the pack was outed to the public as werewolves. Raquel hasn’t had confrontations with Los Muertos, long enough to spar with them, but she has seen them on their motorcycles. There is reason to fear the human anti-wolves, but where there is fear there is a will to survive.

If it comes down to it, Raquel will defend herself against the motorcyclists by disabling them to escape, or to outright kill them. Raquel would need a good reason to a human, now and days, because it could be directly led to her during the police investigations. Any criminal act done by a werewolf will surely find its way to Angola and that’s just how life is now. “You should know more better… Anyone from Los Muertos es muy malo,” Raquel continued, “Not once have I ever heard or seen someone from Los Muertos as the merciful type. I doubt we ever will now.”

“Los Muertos is not an issue unless I make it one. My boss will do his job if I do mine, on top of me concealing my truer nature. But, I got this. I’ve been handling all of this on my own, apparently I have to now.” Its not something Raquel is unfamiliar with. Before Wasoha, Raquel was living on her own and doing things to stay alive, which stripping, and dancing has always been her way of surviving. Men don’t take her as seriously as they only see a pretty and body, though to be honest the only trouble she runs into would be drunken men. Stripping was not the best lifestyle, but its kept her alive thus far, especially with someone under a different identity. She isn’t totally alone because she’s reconnected with her family, which filled the empty space where her pack bond used to be. Luckily for her she wouldn’t result to being half-crazed and volatile.

Raquel caught the wink, though she responded knowing how Sancho was going to answer, “And seeing me would be the obvious unexpected,” Raquel continued, “I would say, I didn’t expect to see anyone from Wasoha on this side of town. The French Quarter is far from Marigny, despite being unexpected it was good to see you again.” Raquel was glad to see a friendly face from Wasoha, despite her exile from the pack, its good to know that everyone from Wasoha doesn’t wants to see her tortured or dead. “I could only imagine the hell that would have been raised, if you were Catalina… Me alegra decir que ella no es mi miko.”

Raquel doesn’t like Catalina and if she sees her it would be automatic hostility, if not visible signs of aggression. Now, she would be careful with the miko’s entourage, because what she can’t do is taken on four to five other wolves at one time. Raquel is strong and she can scrap, but she isn’t Rocky Balboa, though sometimes she wished.

“Los Muertos podría convertirse en una piñata por lo que a mí respecta, but I guess shouldn’t bash your leader in front of you.” Raquel said with the shrug of her shoulders as she slid her glass back to the barkeep, “Another one please.”



Sancho Herrera
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Jan 14 2018, 10:58 AM
Age 44
Height 5ft. 11in. (180.34 cm)
Weight 185lbs (84 kg)
Affiliation Wasohá Pack
Sexuality Heterosexual
Status Single
Werewolf





Sancho hadn't thought that he'd been that obtuse - yes, he knew that word and the meaning behind it - when he had asked about the good people comment but he supposed that he couldn't argue with the way that it appeared to have been received. Well, he could but that would only lead to the endless circle dance of things that never satisfied anyone in the long run.

Although it could be a whole lot of fun when you wanted it to be but this was not that kind of conversation right now. At least he didn't think so.

Perhaps later on. Probably another time "I was speaking about the people here; you'll not gonna get no argument about me when it comes to those bastarditos but that isn't the point - I'd prefer to know that you're not going to be having to deal with stupid shit here on top of anything else" she was right about the location though and the decrease in any kind of activity from their end of things but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. Life usually liked to screw you over and in the worst possible way when it had the chance to really rock the boat and then some "Just not on your own too long, chica. I seen ...I know it good to be on your own, you look at any of the other packs?" not that he was exactly any kind of authority on picking a new pack or any pack or in fact anything like these kind of choices bu it did need to be done eventually.

"Not sure who else would really want to be thinking along these lines. Most just want to get on with their work and things - settle into the whole outed and shitstorm from the rest..." Sancho really couldn't blame them for anything like that but he also wasn't about to consider offering them any kind of respect either "Well I ain't the man to ta tell that chica bout changing her mind even if I were feeling that special kind of suicidal" and then some. Sancho was sure that it was the kind of thing that wouldn't have happened if Catalina wasn't in charge but nothing was going to change that.

Sancho shrugged "If you wanna bash ya can. Ain't as if you need to be worried that she don't know how you feel about one another. 'Sides I'm hardly here on her orders either" so he took his own risks in this as much as she was doing it in the first place.

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