<i><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Her nails tapped out an angry rhythm against the marble counter. She was pissed and that was putting it mildly. The damn Hunds had wrecked her house and her shop. Her teeth clenched almost painfully as her gaze roamed over the chaos of her home. This had been a safe haven for any and all manner of supernatural creatures to escape whatever may be chasing them. She had helped numerous Vampires, Werewolves, Angels, Demons. You name it and she'd seen it. She was welcome anywhere and everywhere she went no matter what realm. Though she gave her assistance for free, she only asked for the simple price of respect in return. That had obviously back fired this time. Her hand shook as she lifted it from the counter, fingers curling in on themselves to form a fist. The edges of her nails biting into her skin and drawing thin ribbons of blood. With a shout of rage, Jen slammed her first down against the counter. There was a sickening pop as a couple of them broke from the force, but she seemed to ignore the pain. She felt like she was breathing in sulfur, lungs burning with anger.</b><br/>
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<b>"They destroyed everything." She said to her companion out loud, glancing faintly over her right shoulder when she felt his hand clamp down reassuringly on it.</b><br/>
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<b>"We'll fix it, Jen."</b><br/>
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<b>"That's not the point. I offer them sanctuary, a place to go when they have no where to turn. This is the thanks I get in return?" She gestured wildly to the chaos that had become her life. "This is the last time, King. I'm shutting the safe havens down."</b></span></span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><br/>
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Jen'jidai blinked rapidly, shaking herself from the memories. She had caught the dark flash in King's eyes. Was he remembering the same thing she was? He had helped her clean up the mess. He had dealt with the after math, held her when she had cried for everything she had worked so hard for. He had helped her rebuild the shop and restock with supplies. It had been a moment of weakness she had dared not show again. So far, she had stuck to it. Shoving those memories aside, she focused back on the now, offering a small smile to those who sat around her.<br/>
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Legba had become her constant companion after that. He kept watch over her home, her very life. She had no one other than the Hellhound. King on occasion, but he had his own things to deal with without her adding her burdens to his life. Perhaps at one point there could have been something more but she wasn't putting much stock in that these days. Her life was far too messy for such things. Lovers, sure. Relationships, those were something she wasn't exactly good at. <br/>
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