Tags: Vergil1989 'Demona'<br/><br/><em>Freedom</em><br/><br/>An overtly undervalued commodity: One that Jack Mason would never again undervalue. Even now, the Lycanthrope barely understood his new found freedom. Yesterday, he had been stuck in a featureless grey, windowless cell. With only books for company: The same cell he had not left in just over 10 years. Today, he was free. Apparently, someone had managed to coerce the prison owners into releasing the man responsible for the legend of the Fallen fang. The stories were fanciful, but he had never undercut them, or stopped their spread. He was meant to have been painted as an example to those who opposed the Brother's Fallen. Instead, he had, according to wildly exaggerated rumours, slaughtered 12 of it's best Lieutenants, an entire hit squad, and bedded 14 members of the Maidenhood. All whilst drunk. The truth was ever so slightly less glamorous...He had only killed two of the Lieutenants, the hit squad was non existent, and the Maidenhood had only sent 4 members to distract him. As for his drunken state: It was a damn good night.<br/><br/>Jack stood outside the club, sniffing the air like the dog he quite literally was. It smelt of a lot of things; Beer, piss, more beer, Women: God he'd missed women. It'd been far too long since he'd had a good screw, he almost felt celibate. If he had more time, he'd have gone to visit the Maidenhood, maybe that would be a good way to announce his return: By screwing a brothel out of business. Unfortunately, business had called him to the Cave. He needed to know the face of the person he owed thanks too. He didn't like it, but he owed someone a hell of a debt. It was better if he repaid it.<br/><br/>Jack moved to the bouncers. The attire felt odd on him, especially after so long wearing prisoner's orange. He wore a long pair of Jeans, seemingly cheap but surprisingly comfortable and a fairly loose black shirt that served the purpose of not clinging to his body. Most people liked to show off the fact they were physically stronger: Jack preferred to play down his appearance. So far, he hadn't been jumped by a small army of Brother's goons, So that was a good sign. He handed the bouncer a handscrawled note, given to him by the wardens that had, until recently, held him under lock and key. The orc simply nodded, letting him pass. As of yet, the Orc was either dimwitted enough or simply ignorant enough not to recognise his name. If he was lucky, the club would be the same.<br/><br/>When he walked into the club, The scents he had only hinted at slammed against him like a truck. The scents of women was the first to hit, one even smelt like Palm 43: A very old perfume that had brought back memories of one of the best screws of his life, another smelt like a female wolf's hormones, something that sent his inner beast into a frenzy. The scent came from the bar, which only left Jack with a smile on his face. It seemed he had a destination. Slowly, he walked over to the bar, looking around at the many different sights. Things like humans and elves, all seemingly armed to the teeth with swords and guns. He spotted an angel at the bar who made his imagination dance and brood, yet the smell didn't come from her. The smells were elsewhere.<br/><br/>"Jack Daniels on the rocks, hold the cum." Jack's ears seemingly pricked up as he turned to see something dazzling. It was a woman! He would have settled for a mediocre screw after 10 years of forced celibacy, but instead, he saw what was easily describable as a goddess. Long dark hair, a curvy, delightful body and an ass that seemed to scream 'spank me.' Jack moved to stand next to her, getting the Barkeepers attention and ordering an Orange Screwdriver. The man seemed to nod gruffly and move to work, finishing his and 3 other orders. He opened his mouth to speak, then paused, his head throbbing as his wilder side begged to come out, trying to force it's way to the fore. It's desire for the woman was palpable. He could practically taste it. When his drink arrived, he downed half of it in one gulp.<br/><br/>"Mother of god. I've missed this shit after ten years." Jack shook his head, as if trying to shake the alcohol into his body. He downed the other half of the concoction, slamming it against the bar. The wolf snorted the air, inhaling the intoxicating scents of the club, and especially the woman next to him. "Don't suppose I can get your name ?"