<div style="text-align: center">Wes exhaled slowly, taking his seat at the little table and rubbing his forehead. Even now he was having trouble focusing all of his senses, the sudden change in lighting dazing him, the left over pounding from her absolutely vicious assault on The Door and the alarm blaring didn't serve to sooth that pounding headache either. Wincing a bit as he rubbed at the center of his forehead and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. "Waking" himself up a bit more before he almost wept with joy as she nudged the cup of coffee closer to him. Taking it gently in his hand and taking a small sip of the god sent caffeine kick he so desperately needed. Satisfied sigh leaving his lips before placing the cup back down on the table and opening his eyes to focus his attention on her. He could hear that heartbeat of hers, thumping almost as loudly as her fist meeting the door, the tone of her voice showing obvious displeasure with his tardiness...though compared to what he was sure she was going to say. A simple "It's fine" was fantastic.<br/>
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Wes continued to struggle a bit, refocusing his attention every so often to try and ignore the rabble making its way in and flooding his senses. The various noises of their surroundings, her heartbeat, her eyes, the scent of the shower she had taken that morning, the clothes she wore--Ah shit he was being a creep. Not realizing he was staring at her, almost as if he was trying to see into her mind while he let himself get lost in those eyes, luckily everything came crashing back down and he hyper focused on her words as soon as she mentioned that name. Immediately tensed up, day dreaming look replaced by a fiery intensity and leg hopping a bit as he leaned back in the chair so he sat up straight, arms crossing over his chest and a bit of a huff being given. <i>"Straight to the point, huh? Very well. Shoot away." </i>Even his voice lost that "care free" demeanor to it, twang of his accent fading as he took a more serious, focused tone. <i>"I was just as surprised at the Shifter thing as you were, for obvious reasons, I didn't let it bug me too much I just wanted him dead if he was there. This is new, He's usually stays to his own business and territory, but him pushing in? Wiping out other Covens and scaring packs of Shifters into suddenly working with him. Makes no sense."<br/>
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He gave a bit of a grimace, and an annoyed bite of the tongue the more and more he thought about it. He wasn't equipped to handle more than a lone group of targets at a time, it was a damn miracle he had left over arrows from his last hunt which made The Shifter Den an easy enough Job, well, if it didn't go completely off the rails due to a certain someone's interference. Wes took another sip of coffee, savoring the bitterness as his headache slowly faded away the more he focused on the topic at hand, trying to answer her questions to the best of his ability. "<i>Dresden wasn't always the hot shit Coven leader he is now, obviously. Everybody starts somewhere, right?" </i>He leaned himself forward on his elbows closer to her, beforehand reaching into his pant pocket and pulling out a surprisingly well kept cell phone, dated albeit from several years ago but taken care of none the less. Scrolling through the gallery until opening up a photo to a rather bloody arm, seemingly removed from it's previous owner and focused on the Tattoo that graced its forearm. "<i>Don't know how long ago it was but this mark? It's a mixture of three separate Covens he managed to simultaneously take over literally over night. Every single Blood Sucker I've come into contact related to him has this mark somewhere on their bodies. These fuckers are tenacious too, always some mumbo jumbo about being chosen to serve and following orders with complete disregard to if it puts them in harms way or not. Might as well be the word of God coming from his mouth to them. Followers." <br/>
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Wes swiped a bit more, various pictures showing up on the screen of the same mark, sometimes on bodies, sometimes carved into the trunks of trees deep in The Bayou, graffiti on walls and ditch systems before suddenly changing dramatically to a somewhat blurry photo of an Ultrasound, The Flash causing a bit of glare on the printed photo but it was clear none the less. Timestamp and a name clearly printed across the top before Wes quickly shut the screen off and brought the phone back to himself, playing it off as if nothing had been shown and quickly tucking the phone safely back in his pocket far from her eyes. "<i>Anyway that's at least the major stuff. Guys based somewhere out of New Orleans but he's so spread out across the state and even into Mississippi and East Texas that its damn near impossible to track him to a set location at any given time. You've got my sympathy."<br/>
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