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freelifeMost news reaches Evie's ears at a rapid pace- she has her sources, from years and years of working in London and around the world, allies from the unlikeliest of places, and her ears to the ground. So naturally, it doesn't take long for her to hear that a very enterprising young man (vampire) has been using his own sources to locate and capture wolves and shifters alike. Instead of skinning them and sending them to Raymond, however, as would be significantly less-messy, he's been doing the unthinkable: forcing them to fight to the death.
The loser, as imaginable, is skinned and sent to Raymond. The winner lives to fight another day, until they are no longer able to fight, and then the result is the same: skinned and sent to Raymond. There's no winning, except for the spectators, those who choose to bet on the outcome of these literal cage matches.
It's enough to set Evie's blood boiling- these are innocent people, forced to fight against one another. Regardless of race, it's wrong. Nothing she wants to see, to deal with. So when the news reaches her ear, she's off, gathering as much information as quickly as she can. And tonight just happens to be the night. The night of another match, and the night she's going to strike.
It's early, before the fight is set to begin, when she makes her way into the warehouse where this thing is supposed to take place. Using her finest stealth, she's able to find the first cage where a man, around the age she had been when she had been turned, perhaps older is.
She can recognize him. She's seen him around, heard his name. Daryl Dixon. How long he's been fighting, she can't say. All she can say is that she will get him out. Him, his opponent, and anyone else waiting in the wings. And on top of that? The man who organized all of this.
But first things first.
Evie leans down towards the man in the cage, her hood pulled low. "Hullo- I'm here to rescue you." Perhaps not the greatest opening line, but it's worked in the past.
The loser, as imaginable, is skinned and sent to Raymond. The winner lives to fight another day, until they are no longer able to fight, and then the result is the same: skinned and sent to Raymond. There's no winning, except for the spectators, those who choose to bet on the outcome of these literal cage matches.
It's enough to set Evie's blood boiling- these are innocent people, forced to fight against one another. Regardless of race, it's wrong. Nothing she wants to see, to deal with. So when the news reaches her ear, she's off, gathering as much information as quickly as she can. And tonight just happens to be the night. The night of another match, and the night she's going to strike.
It's early, before the fight is set to begin, when she makes her way into the warehouse where this thing is supposed to take place. Using her finest stealth, she's able to find the first cage where a man, around the age she had been when she had been turned, perhaps older is.
She can recognize him. She's seen him around, heard his name. Daryl Dixon. How long he's been fighting, she can't say. All she can say is that she will get him out. Him, his opponent, and anyone else waiting in the wings. And on top of that? The man who organized all of this.
But first things first.
Evie leans down towards the man in the cage, her hood pulled low. "Hullo- I'm here to rescue you." Perhaps not the greatest opening line, but it's worked in the past.
