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<i> <span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Christopher Lovell</span></span></i> <br/>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Just another dysfunctional gathering. Christopher was running fashionably late, peeling away from the office had proved to be more a task than anticipated. It was hard to find good help. At times it felt like he had to oversee every step of the process. Now he was running late and he knew well Zeph's dislike of late arrivals. In his mind he already prepared for the coming rebuke, staring down at the clock upon the dash of his black sedan. <br/>
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" This should be fun. Perhaps next time I will just take the day off.." he murmured.  Chris had been a rather new addition to the pack, seeking out the refuge that called to the Wolfblood within his veins. Being a lone wolf wasn't for him. Glancing over at the sight of a truck and a bike upon the side of the road, Chris spared the scene one last glance before he drove past in the black CTS-V. The motorcycle looked familiar but he couldn't quite place where he might have seen it before. Sparing it not more thought than he did when selecting his martini, he looked to the navigation cluster seeing the distance he had traveled displayed neatly on the 8" LED screen.<br/>
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20 Minutes later -<br/>
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Turning onto the dirt tract he saw the complex ahead, the cabins spaced out in a manner that kept certain groups separate from the other. The title of Sentinel had been one he felt fit him best. He was skilled at procuring resources, and few could oversee the logistical nightmares of the day to day operations of his company and as well as keeping the pack supplied with the necessities no matter which location they picked. Pulling up to the rest of the myriad cars parked, he shut off the car popping the door open to step out. The cool air was bracing, as well as the fresh air now filling his lungs. Chris felt a certain nostalgia coming back here again. Closing the door he didn't bother to lock it knowing few would be out here. The land belong to his brothers and sisters. Trespassers were not welcome.<br/>
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Gathering his coat against the chill air. Chris was a tall man, standing at a height of 6' 3", his overall physique athletic and sturdy his shoulders filling out the black sweater he wore beneath the long coat. Steely grey eyes peered ahead, implacable gaze some would say reflected the same color of his heart. Pragmatic to the core he was a man of few words. His handsome features were framed by his brown hair styled in an undercut, combed back into a neat duck-tail he favored. His beard left to grow as it would. Stepping into the gather a few moments later, Chris offered a nod to those gathered before looking to the Alpha. " Apologies, I was tied up with a few things that couldn't wait. " He offered in his measured tone. Taking an unoccupied seat. A cursory glance about the table, he realized he wasn't the latest to arrive but certainly that would be no excuse if he was to be made an example of.<br/>
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Looking about the spread with a certain disinterest, he had eaten recently before his departure and the idea of food did little to pique his interest. Instead Chris reached for a glass, and the bottle of bourbon and poured himself a generous amount before setting it back onto the table and snatching up the glass. Lifting it to his lips he took a deep pull, draining it about halfway before he was satisfied to swirl it around the glass. Thankfully most seemed to be locked in their own conversation and the need to jump in was a distant thought that he quickly squashed with a slight smirk before sipping his drink.<br/>
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