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Moscow evenings, particularly in winter, were dark, trecherous and bitterly cold. The danger stemmed not from the dark, nor the cold, though they certainly attributed to miserable atmosphere. Cold and dark alone were no threat. They merely facilitated the Hunt. The predators, by day, were anything from two-bit criminals to office workers and respectable, 'businessmen'. By night, like the Werewolves of myth, they underwent a perculiar transformation – or transmogrification – from men to murderers and muggers. Thugs and thieves. The city's shadow aspect posed the biggest danger to a lone pedestrian, particularly one who stood out, as he most...

Other Sophie finally woke up from her fatigue-induced nap... in a musky old cave to the eyes of millions of CrocoBats- weird, bat-crocodile creatures. Other Sophie, if you don’t know, is a tall fourth grade girl with a big, orange ponytail, green clothes, a similarly green headband, a pink belt, and glasses. Or, if you will, “the tall one with the glasses and the big haircut. Remember that now.””Huh? W-where am I?” she asked, startled. She was in the cave of the CrocoBats, as previously stated. She tensed up, ready to fight- and not just survive, but win, no matter what. She had amazing strength, athleticism, and overall power, and she was...

There was only on thought on her mind at that moment, and it was getting out of there and sd far away as fast as she could possibly get. For once, the stoic mask of the man is broken, revealing an intense confusion within his visage. "Let go of me," Gaella said, shaking- though this time, with rage. "Right now." The Jarl of Windhelm is not generally accustomed to taking orders, and he does not like that she has commanded him, but he indulges her this once, and lets her go as requested. First and foremost a good man, secondarily, a king to his people. At least that's what he's had to remind himself of this entire time... "I hereby resign fr...