I've had it.
No, really, I've had it.
Tar is DEAD. and this stupid little dhamp needs to get a grip on herself and realise that.
Then she needs to fuck off out of my bar, and out of my city.
I took the pack out last night. Three new Vampyres in town, all because they could smell her. And today, I've been trying to get some shut eye and all I can hear is her sobbing.
I'm going out again now. And I'm taking the Dhamp with me. If she doesn't get herself killed whilst we're hunting, I'm making her leave tomorrow.
I won't risk my pack's safety, and the safety of this City because a favour I owed to a Dead girl.
Eughh I don't even know why I'm writing in this anyway.
Rayven
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