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Let me say this while I thinking about it.

Tomorrow afternoon I'm going out of town and will not return until late Friday. During that time I will be able to post.
May jump on this...
Quick question: how deep in the mountains or were is the cabin located?

And can the townspeople hear all the howling and shooting going on?
What were you implying then? O.o

As her history states, Nina's mentor and first love had white hair.





I fear for the Odessa Pack. They have two blind members and apparently anyone can find their home.
That would be interesting.

But, no. That's not what I was implying.

As Nina entered the diner a waitress greeted her, inviting the young lycan to sit anywhere. Nina removed her coat and laid it in a booth, straightened her purple cowl neck sweater, and had a seat.

She had ate in the diner for the past six nights at roughly the same time. Nina did this not because of the menu, though she did enjoy the homemade lasagna and the apple pie was quite delicious. The young werewolf knew she needed to assimilate herself into the town quickly. She needed to be seen as a part of the Odessa community. She needed to be seen as one of them. Within the last twelve days Nina had not only bought a building, she had done her best to endear herself to the local main street shop owners. Nina had bought her furniture from the store across the street and hired a couple of the employees to not only deliver it but to assemble it for her as well. She bought her tools and paint from the local hardware store, and used the electrician suggested by the hardware store. What little food she had in her refrigerator was purchased at the local grocer's.

No sooner than she had picked up the small menu from the table a young woman plopped herself down across from her. Nina quirked a brow. "Hi, I'm really sorry for practically stalking you but I noticed that you had a sign out saying you needed help in your new bookstore and I wondered if I could maybe get an application or something? I'm new around here and I want something to help get my feet on the ground." The woman, who probably wasn't much older than Nina spoke quickly. Nina's initial reaction was one of agitation for being disturbed, but her annoyance soon turned to pleasantry as learn the stranger was asking for a job.

Her satiny pink lips curled into a pleasant smile. "I don't have any applications to give," Nina said politely. "But, I am looking for some help. I probably can't afford to pay you above minimum wage to start, and the job may require some lifting and possibly climbing up and down ladders." The stranger sitting across from her had usually white hair. Nina could make out a blonde strand here and there, but she could not tell if it was natural or a wig. The woman's hair suddenly reminded her of..... Nina hastily blinked the memory away.
Working on a post now.
You've caught my eye.
Seeing as I just joined another werewolf game I can't promise I'll commit. But, I will be watching this to see how it develops.

The sign in the door's window stated the small store was open though the grand opening wouldn't be until tomorrow. It was a new bookstore located just around the block of the middle of Odessa's main street. The new owner of the building had worked hard in the last few days to get the store ready to receive customers. Beside the door to the left was a large bay window that allowed pedestrians a good look inside. Upon the huge window was the store name, Westfield Bookstore, freshly painted in gold with big letters, and underneath the name were the smaller painted words 'Selling & Buying New & Used Books'. In the corner of that window was a small help wanted sign. The exterior of the two story building was brick as was the interior. The interior of the store was quaint and snug. The checkout counter was located to the right a few feet from the entrance. Shelves that reached from the floor to the ceiling lined the walls. Smaller shelves lined the center of the store arranged in a zigzag pattern upon the hardwood floor. Two doors, currently locked and off limits to patrons, were located in the back of the shop. One door lead to the buildings basement that contained the owner's personal library and a collection of rare books, or it would within the coming months. The other door lead upstairs to the shop owner's living quarters.

Nina Ivanova zipped up her leather coat before flipping over the sign to notify future pedestrians that the store is closed for the day. Retrieving her keys from small, designer purse Nina exited her building and quickly locked the door. The young woman returned her keys to her purse then placed her delicate hands in the pockets of her coat to protect them from the cold air. Being from the south east of the nation Nina was not used to seeing in snow in April. The 2.5 inch heels of her black leather ankle boots clicked upon the sidewalk as she began walking towards the corner of main street. Her deep blue jeans fit comfortably around her legs and hugged the curve of her wide hips and plump heart shaped derriere quite nicely yet provided little warmth at the moment. Turning the corner a gust of wind sent a shiver through the seventeen year old's slender body and whipped her dark hair about her head. Nina cursed under her breath as she hastily brushed her long wavy locks from her face. Lowering her head Nina pushed through the wind and frosty air as she walked swiftly towards the diner down the street.
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Sounds like she'd be a good Bolverk.

When I first started working on her I was going to have Nina be the Bolverk. She was originally going to be about 25 and have recently lost her mate and child to either hunters or some freak accident.
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