Lycan Woods. A Haven for all hybrid and talking animals alike . Hidden within this blood soaked unholy death trap is a small tavern known as the Howling Fang, Owned and operated by a young man in her early twenties. Most people that meet the owner says that he seems to be just another average human until someone asks to see his real form, sadily for the person who asks the owner promptly throws them out the door a few seconds later. Regulars at this Fine establishment know full well whom the owner is and why he refuses to show people his real form. As the camera enters the tavern it shows our young friend currently behind the counter clean a few shot glasses then stacking them. As he finished his take the owner headed out fom behind the counter and calmly turning on the main lights filling the entire bar area with a golden hue .
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