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Sean threw the curtain separating the box from the hall wide toward Tanya, crimson flying toward her seemingly an omen of another crimson soon to decorate the hall. He'd misjudged her location since her roll, however, and he lost precious time maneuvering to swing at her with the hook, one slash...

Sean Wicke stilled as Rangeblades converged on his position, catching him in a less than optimal position. He was on the level of the stage balcony so famously used in The Tragic Romance of Erdin and Maria, caught just before the curtains separating the backstage from the balcony itself. The...

Sean hesitated, his eyes swiftly sweeping the beasts around him. A badger, a hare, another wildcat. Three beasts was doable, but not clean, and he didn't need that sort of heat on him now. His voice was gravelly as he slowly stretched his pawfingers, preparing himself to move if they came for...

Slowly, Sean Wicke emerged from the darkness. Despite being soaked through and through by the rain, he hardly seemed to feel the cold or damp; he straightened his neat suit and stood tall as he stepped into the light. "You're right," he stated, his voice low and gravely, a slight broadness to...

Rotten luck. That was the only thing Sean could attribute it to. He'd had to take his frying pan into the shop for a good scrubbing; blood was very hard to get off of cast iron, and after the last time he'd been identified and doxed, he'd had to fight his way out of Pricklee Point and flee to...

Sean Wicke General Information Age: 52 Species: Wildcat Pronouns: he/him Size: Medium Physical Description A lanky wildcat with dark fur in a tuxedo pattern, with dark headfur allowed to grow long and unkempt. Despite his somewhat shaggy fur, he wears neat, dark suits as a habit, paying...