Fenrir's Fangs

James Came through the door of the Wolf's den, he had Human blood splattered here and there all over himself and he was looking a little weather beaten, He walked up to the bar and noticed near everyone was staring at him, he shot a look in their direction and they stopped and went on doing what they were doing, James cought the attention of the barkeep and said "Beer...On second thought give me a whisky" The barkeep looked him up and down "...What the **** happened to you?" "Work" he replied simply, The barkeep got the picture and handed him his whisky.

James got to his usual table at the far end of the room, two Fostern's were sitting there drinking and laughing, when they saw James coming they jumped up and almost ran to another table, Even though James looked the same as he usualy did people could somehow tell he was in a bad mood.

Last night went quite badly, James had to kill substancially more people than he had originally intended to keep himself from being identified and he was hunted most of the night by a large group of OG, he finally managed to give them the slip and came directly back here for a drink and a place to think.

Of course in the higher ups eyes this would be classified as a sucessfull mission and he would be given the usual pay and praise, but in James's eyes it was different, it was a failure on his part and he was angry with himself, years upon years of intensive training had tought James never to show any Emotion, but somehow people could always tell what mood he was in, he seemed to always give off some sort of Aura, If Aura's could be seen at that moment James's would most certainly be as black as space with streaks of red as intense as hell itself.

James drank his whisky in one gulp and light a smoke, and was stone still deep in thought.