No. 9 Bar

And so it starts. With the acquisition of the most suitable building on the square and a lot of renovation work, the first part of the transformations had been completed. The dark corners and loose inhibitions would become a perfect hunting ground while the upstairs club would bring in a younger crowd that lived later on into the night. As the saying goes, "Build it and they will come."

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No.9 Bar and the square

It's cold out there

Another winter, another year over, another year older. And what seems to stand out the most is the coldness of it all. Walking these streets, hearing the faint crunch of snow under foot, Nathaniel looks around at the decrepit, decaying streets that once were filled with vibrant life. Could it be his presence? Did death really follow wherever he wandered?

 Taking the long road, he glanced to the dilapidated houses and defaced shop fronts before stopping to look back along the railings of the park in silence, where children's laughter once rang out through the day. Surely, even in the snow, there should be laughter and play?

After rounding the corner, seeing the abandoned vehicles, he couldn't help but appreciate the solitude in a small way. In all honesty, it wasn't Nathaniel that had ruined this neighbourhood, it was those who took over once they'd left.

Perhaps there was hope though. He knew one way to drive out those that had ruined the area and it would take very little on his part. As dark as the acts may be, it's always possible to find such beauty in dark times.

Finally approaching his destination, sliding the key into the lock, he smiled to himself. Things were about to change, that he knew as he looked out of the window at the square. Just you wait.

Location - WIP build

The Morning After...

The night had started out calm, pleasant almost. He hadn't intended anything as he sat at the bar, drinking alone for the.... 5th night in a row? He'd managed to convince the barman to leave the bottle with him. He'd gotten around half way through the bottle when the sound of the door heralded the arrival of four rowdy young men. Nathaniel closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose... wolves.

He payed no attention to start with, as they played pool loudly at one end of the bar, but as one of them drew closer he glanced to see. The young man looked the same age as Nathaniel appears, but like Nathaniel, he could be much older. His dark hair was shoulder length and unkempt. He had a short beard which framed his face. In that short glance he noticed the young wolf was watching him. The war might have been over but many families still held animosities.

Nathaniel poured himself another glass, swirling it before taking a long sip. It was the lack of sound that alerted him, followed by the sound of movement. He threw his drink back before slamming down the glass and spinning around on the stool. As he did so, the sound of a rush of air caught his interest. Swinging his fist around with his body he drove it through the pool cue that was intended for his back. Standing before him were the four young wolves, one of which was now holding a shattered pool cue.

"Now then, boys... how should we proceed?" He grinned, baring his fangs...

The walk home felt a little longer that morning, having had the disadvantage of numbers and alcoholic impairment. He was a little sore, but still... you should have seen the other guys. No, really.

Pose:
((Dunphon)) - Gent Walking

Outfit:
Suit - [ dynasty ] x O.M.E.N - Elegante Suit - Black (White Shirt)
Shoes - 2Real ARTFEX LMT (Black Version)
Facial Bruises - Corvus : Beaten Up Face Tattoo

Location - Serene Darkness