“Not again, love. I’m afraid I have some business to do,” he said while pulling on his boxers after a long and pleasurable night. Magnus bounced on the balls of his feet a her hopped out of the large bed. She was at the club and earlier that night he wanted her. Now, after already having her, he wanted nothing to do with the woman in his bed. She wanted another go, but he would’ve found it boring. As he put on his clothes, he looked to the woman. “I expect you to be gone when and if I come back.” Magnus let out a yawn and walked into the his hotel room’s bathroom. Taking a fine-toothed comb, he brushed his hair to only take some gel and mess it up all over again. The brute brushed his teeth and then walked back out into the main room to grab his card deck. Picking it up, he quickly shuffled the cards into the order he wanted for a day’s worth of cons. By the end of the day money would fill his pockets and another woman would be in his bed. Though he didn’t particularly care about the second bit, he felt like he had had enough for a month. Magnus walked from the room, not bothering to close it and walking down to the kitchen. He had his beanie tugged low on his head and his gloves showed his fingers as he clutched a latte cup to himself. Magnus Bane was, to say the least, one of the greatest con men the world would ever see. He hadn’t bothered with school or jobs, just conning rich men and women of the entrails of their wallets. It was easier than it looked for him, but a good magician never reveals his secrets. With his latte and his card deck, Magnus stepped out onto the sidewalk for long day of money making.
Getting a cab wasn’t easy on the edge of town, in fact it was near impossible. Magnus had made a good $550.00 that day and he just wanted to go back to the hotel room. When he did finally catch that much wanted cab, he couldn’t understand half of whatever the guy was saying. It was something foreign, but he told the guy the location of the hotel and handed him a wad of cash. Suddenly, the cab was practically fl down the roads and Magnus was pinned back to the seat in fear. ‘What the hell’, he thought, ‘I just wanted to go back to the hotel, not get killed in a cab.’ When he was able to look out the window, he felt a sense of deep regret for even getting in the car. They were getting father and farther from the city and not anywhere near the place he had been staying. He watched as the freshly paved roads became crumbly and more gravel than anything. Was he being kidnapped of something? ‘Hell no, this isn’t gonna happen to me today.’ Growling, the werewolf threw himself from the car and into the woods. The blow took his breath away and made him groan in pain when he finally landed. He could feel at least ten small cuts along his arms, but he knew there would be more. The white of his shirt was ruined with mud stains. “Fuck”, he said as he began to look around. Magnus had rolled farther than he anticipated, and the road was far from sight. Grumbling to himself, he set off to look for the way back to the city. It was still bright out, but the trees made it hard to even believe that. He growled in agitation and kicked a tree, only managing to stub his toe. This was completely not his day, but he was suddenly distracted by a change of scent the forest gave off. It was more of his kind, he was sure of it. Maybe, just maybe they could direct him back to the city. He began to stumble and walk, the cuts on him long healed until hi reached the border. Shifting into the form of his wolf, he let out a strong and calling howl before shifting back and waiting.
Getting a cab wasn’t easy on the edge of town, in fact it was near impossible. Magnus had made a good $550.00 that day and he just wanted to go back to the hotel room. When he did finally catch that much wanted cab, he couldn’t understand half of whatever the guy was saying. It was something foreign, but he told the guy the location of the hotel and handed him a wad of cash. Suddenly, the cab was practically fl down the roads and Magnus was pinned back to the seat in fear. ‘What the hell’, he thought, ‘I just wanted to go back to the hotel, not get killed in a cab.’ When he was able to look out the window, he felt a sense of deep regret for even getting in the car. They were getting father and farther from the city and not anywhere near the place he had been staying. He watched as the freshly paved roads became crumbly and more gravel than anything. Was he being kidnapped of something? ‘Hell no, this isn’t gonna happen to me today.’ Growling, the werewolf threw himself from the car and into the woods. The blow took his breath away and made him groan in pain when he finally landed. He could feel at least ten small cuts along his arms, but he knew there would be more. The white of his shirt was ruined with mud stains. “Fuck”, he said as he began to look around. Magnus had rolled farther than he anticipated, and the road was far from sight. Grumbling to himself, he set off to look for the way back to the city. It was still bright out, but the trees made it hard to even believe that. He growled in agitation and kicked a tree, only managing to stub his toe. This was completely not his day, but he was suddenly distracted by a change of scent the forest gave off. It was more of his kind, he was sure of it. Maybe, just maybe they could direct him back to the city. He began to stumble and walk, the cuts on him long healed until hi reached the border. Shifting into the form of his wolf, he let out a strong and calling howl before shifting back and waiting.
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