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xAsunaWolfx said
D:<!!!!! \(+_+)\ TO THE windooooow/(+_+)/ to the TABLLEEETIL THE..... somethin somethin..unto my deathall these threats, i must denybut i must ask you.. *BREAKING bad reference, don't actually do this?*..Do you wanna build a meeeeeeth laaaaaab? Cmon lets go and geeet highhhhhhhh. No one can see us anyway, lets go out and hide, before we can coook awwwwaaay. I thought we were best buddies :( but now we're not. Cuz you've got your panties caaaaught. Do you wanan build a meeeeeth laaaab? It doesn't have to be a meeeeth laaaab......Okay, yooolooooo.I think somethings wrong with me.... O_o blame ice.

GET IT RIGHT [+]

NEVER MIX THE TWO EVEN JOKINGLY

Vladimir walked into the mess hall. He saw a few people standing around. Jean, Elena, Sasha and Blake. Vladimir was unfortunate enough to hear Blake boasting loudly of his shenanigans of burning a woman's daily planner.. Vladimir wondered who this woman could be..."You idiot!" Vladimir yelled. The straw that broke the camels back would of course be Blake being an idiot. That woman was probably human. Most of the Circus' residence rarely wrote a thing down, besides from Vladimir and his dear Rosalind. He grabbed Blake, and lifted him off the ground. "You are so stupid. I made it clear to be cautious around our guests did I not?" Vladimir snarled baring his fangs at Blake.

Jean looked up Vladimir's out rage with great shock... "Sasha...Is this normal for the manager to get this mad?" Jean was worried for Blake's safety. "Vladimir could rip Blake apart" Jean told himself. He didn't know if he would be able to stop Vladimir if this confrontation escalated to violence.

Vladimir hurled Blake across the room. Jean, closed his eyes as his head started to pound. He started to hear whispering from somewhere. "Don't..." Jean try say, but he couldn't make his voice heard.

Blake yelped in fright as he was lifted from the ground, Vladmir screaming in his face. Blake tried to explain himself, explain that it was just a joke and didn't hurt anyone. But at attempts would be in vain, made clear by his body being thrown across the room like a rag doll. His wings useless at this point, Blake hit the ground, the skin on the cheek of his glamour being torn away. He lay there for a moment before attempting to stand up.

Before Blake could recover Vladimir sprinted at his full speed and punched Blake square in the jaw..."You Bastard!" Vladimir cursed hitting Blake again. "You ignorant fool!" Vladimir bashed Blake's face in. "You disregard my rules!" Vladimir slammed Blake's head against a bench. "You Damned, Midget DEMON!" Vladimir yelled his last word, kneeing Blake in the chest at his full strength.

Blake could do nothing as he was repeatedly hit. As his head hit the bench and Vladimir's knee collides with his chest, Blake couldn't even protest. He played jokes all the time, and they were leaving soon. As long as no one got hurt, everything would be fine. Blake simply fell over, a sniveling on the ground.

Vladimir glared at Blake on the ground. "Cleaning duty...Affective immediately. It's also permanent until I say otherwise." Vladimir said attempting to control his anger. Vladimir then spun around on the spot. "You." He said pointing at Jean. "You're off cleaning." Vladimir looked at Sasha, "Take care of him. Give him a Job." Vladimir said pointing at Jean. Vladimir gave Blake one last kick. "Get your sorry ass off to Hammond. He'll cover the bruises and cuts up so nobody thinks you look suspicious." Vladimir then heard his name being called. "Dammit." Vladimir stormed out of the Mess Hall. He followed the voice of the person asking for The Manager. He found two people a man and a woman looking around. "Shut up. Come with me." Vladimir said in a whisper." He pulled the two away from the center of the circus and ushered them inside his carriage. "State your names, reason for being here, and why the Hell were you so loud, is that just a trait of a Wolf? Yes I can smell it on you. Purebred as well....hmmmmm. Why have you visited?"

Jean walked over to Blake. "Let's get you to Hammond mon ami." Jean lifted Blake up off the ground and had him drape an arm around his shoulder. His head had returned to normal. Jean exited the Mess Hall. "Was that person, the woman, was she a human?"

"Maybe.. probably." Blake's' normally obnoxiously happy voice was flat. "Vlad seems to think so."

"He's on the edge. These hunters...They're making him loose his mind. I'm sure he will come to his senses and apologize. He would never do something like this under normal circumstances." Hammond's tent was just ahead in the distance. "Maybe we should talk to Rosalind about this issue?"

"I don't know if we want Medoh weighing in on this issue.." Blake's mind flashed back to up on the rafters, to the accusations. Was that Medoh or Rosalind... Or both? He winced, his cheek stinging from the injury.

"Nevertheless...She can keep Vladimir in line. I would talk to her. Have a little faith in her." Jean opened the flap to Hammond's tent. "Hammond we have a major issue!" Jean called out.

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