Hey RJ, long time no see! I donm't mind in the slightest, everyone's welcome as far as I'm concerned! Let me know if you'd like me to add a pred for Cara, or if you'd rather let someone else have the fun~<br/><br/><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td style="margin: 0;padding: 0;border: 0;"><div style=" background-color: #FFEBD5;color: #000000; -moz-border-radius: 16px; -webkit-border-radius: 16px; border: 1px solid #FFFFFF; padding: 4px;font-size: 1em;">  <span style="font-weight: bold">Name: </span>Seiteki<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender: </span>Male<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Species: </span>Anthro wolf<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Pred/Prey/Switch: </span>Pred<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Faction: </span>High Society<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Description/about: </span>Seiteki is a large but slender person, his figure lithe and slim in all areas bar one - between his legs. Whether by magic or peculiar and questionable genes, Seiteki is hyper - his fully erect shaft extends as far as his nose, and is so thick around that you could grip it with two hands without your fingers touching. His sac is more of a beanbag, hanging down to his knees. Due to his status and wealth, he can afford to have his trousers tailored with a special pouch in the front which, although it makes it painfully obvious what it's hiding, technically counts as being clothed and so has a blind eye turned upon it for the most part. Living purely for his own pleasure, Seiteki isn't above snatching people off the street to sate his hunger or his lust - often both simultaneously.  </div><img src="./images/think.gif"/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/>__________<br/><br/>A new dawn breaks over the city, such as it is. Clouds fill the sky, as is sadly the norm these days, with the sun shining weakly through the gloom.<br/><br/>Nova has just awoken and already is pattering downstairs, her oven fired up and ready to begin the day's baking.<br/><br/>Seiteki, meanwhile, is leaving his house. The wolf has a grin on his face - he's heard rumours of a thief stealing from the upper class in the quiet hours of the morning when not many people are around, and he wants them for himself~ He's rigged a good many snares and traps around his home, often double-guarding specific areas, so that even if one trap is disarmed, another still exists to catch the thief unawares! He rubs his hands gleefully - tonight will be fun~