<strong>Name</strong>: Rake<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Doghouse Main Floor<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Nico<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/EduardoVerasteguie8.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Well she had manners. That alone almost made him assume she must be natural and not viral. But then again he'd spent the last few years with Virals and knew better than most that alot of the prejudices and assumptions held against them were not entirely true. Not all the time anyway.<br/><br/>Back in the Kennels...well, the one Rake grew up in anyway...there was a visible air of tension between Virals and Naturals. But alot of that stemmed from the fact that many of them had fought each other for years before the humans began their purge. Virals felt justifiably persecuted. It wasn't their fault what had happened to them. And rather than finding the naturally created werewolves to be welcoming they were instead greeted with violence more often than not.<br/><br/>And Naturals lost everything because of the inability of Virals to properly control themselves. It was the virals who went out and committed mass murder, but the Naturals took the blame right alongside them nonetheless. It didn't exactly make for a good foundation for a relationship under the best of circumstances. Compound that with the fact that they're both equally territorial and then crammed in together like sardines into these Kennels and it was no wonder the two sides seemed so sharply divided in the Kennels.<br/><br/>Some of this was still true outside the Kennels of course, but the severity of the divide was lessened by the mutual desire to survive and remain free. And the divide was at it's narrowest in the underground railroad network which aided any werewolf who wished to seek freedom somewhere people could not easily follow. Well, almost any werewolf. There were only a handful who'd ever been turned away...those guilty of the most heinous and vile of crimes.<br/><br/>Rake looked the newcomer up and down and offered an almost impish shrug to her words. "<strong>Don't give me too much credit. I probably woulda blown the place up the first time I tried to turn on the Deep Fryer if it wasn't for Beth</strong>." he side jerking his head toward the older MILF back at the bar chatting with the new prospective waitress.<br/><br/>Alot of communication between wolven takes place without words. With scents. With subtle body language cues. Shifts in weight. Furtive glances. Flaring nostrils. Postures and stances. Sometimes a breif exchange between Werewolves could say more than hours of deep intimate discussion between humans. And though no such great volumes of information had been ecchanged thus far between Nico and Rake he was picking up enough to get him thinking that natural or viral, she was certainly young and inexperienced. At least 'young and inexperienced' as a Werewolf. Which at her age either meant she was a Viral, or a natural who was turned at a relatively late age in life.<br/><br/>"<strong>If you say it can wait, then it can wait. Enjoy our hospitality, and we'll speak after 'Last call'. I'd offer to run you a free tab, but I think i've pissed off the females around here enough for one night</strong>." he said with a bit of a bemused smirk. Beth hated it when he opened a free tab for people. Granted that's probably because he usually did it for some barslut or another he wanted to nail. He was pretty sure she'd understand with a Wolfen guest, but considering he'd already pissed off Jesse tonight decided not to chance it.<br/><br/>