little rabbit do you dance [open]

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July 2026

Being born in the second house, there was a significant lack of perks, but after ensuring that he would no longer have any more full siblings, Fenrir was welcomed into the main house. Once he had, he worked harder to make his mark. Becoming one of the favorites wasn't easy but it was worth it. It also meant that he was often sent out to take care of family business. As such, Fenrir had the opportunity to travel the world. Sure, he only knew Russian and English, so the family often hired translators. It was a common practice. Sometimes, due to the sensitive nature of their business, those they were meeting would sometimes supply a translator of their own. Though any dealings with Fenrir meant that any in the room's safety was not guaranteed.

Being in the area for business, he had checked into a five star hotel. What kind of business? That was confidential Nightshade family business. But right now, he had a night to kill. Well, hopefully not kill. He was expected to be at his homicidal best for his business tomorrow. So, the best place to waste time was at the Gamblin Galleons Casino that was in Horizont Alley. Dressing in a suit that had been packed. He entered wearing all black, and looking very much like a high roller, his custom made Nightshade cufflinks perfectly placed, and costing more than this place made in one night. He went to the counter and dropped an astoundingly large amount of money down, without batting an eye. He was on his own for a time. Normally Meredith would be by his side to assist with his chips and drinks. But unfortunately his ever faithful maid was off doing some much needed reconnaissance. She did all the research for him, she would then report her findings in the morning.

Once the employee brought back his chips, he looked at the stack and back at the man. Having the reputation that he had, there were instantly a number of beautiful woman there, giving him a chance to chose who he would have on his arm to assist him during his time. When this did happen, he was expected not to kill them. They would get fair compensation for the danger they would be in, but he was intending to be on his best behavior tonight. He looked over each woman, much like a predictor choosing which meal he was more in the mood for. "You'll do." He said to a particularly scantily clad woman. He wasn't exactly attracted to, well anyone really. But that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy the view. By that, he meant, the view of the jealous man. Looking on with envy at the young Nightshade and the woman who was paid to hang onto his every movement. With a motion to his chips, he started to move in. Of course he wasn't carrying his own chips, no, the girl from the casino was there to do that for him.

The one thing he didn't like about this place, was that he was unable to drink. It was a matter of public safety after all. While he did want to drink, his blackouts never guaranteed a time that he would wake up. Drinking brought out his crazy side, and once he blacked out, there was a pre confirmed minimum body count. And the blacked out state wasn't exactly one who enjoyed going to sleep before a reasonable time, often staying active until the sun started to rise. His meeting was in the morning, so he would have to make due with what he had there. Ensuring that he would be able to make it to the meeting he was expected to go to, and had in fact been sent there by the patriarch of the family.

He started at the roulette table, setting a large amount of chips around and waited for the witch to roll the ball. It was a game of complete chance. As he participated, the girl hung on him, and he gladly wrapped and around around her, being sure his hand lay somewhere less than appropriate. Honestly, he didn't care if he lost money, again, he was just there to burn the night away. After a few rounds, he actually won some, he figured that perhaps he would find some better entertainment at the poker table. If not, he could at least intimidate some people with his psychopathic smile. He sat down at the table, and the woman sat on his lap as they started a game.

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Bloody freaking hell.

Canaan was freaking over wearing this stupid mask in order to maintain social order for the Nott family name. It was exhausting having to feign how tolerant he was of muggles and half breeds. There wasn't enough killing in the world that could wash away the disgust in his mouth from having to play this role. A role that as the firstborn male Nott, he was duty bound to play. His other siblings would never have to meet such expectations as Canaan. Sure, they would have to uphold the Pureblood minimum standards, but nothing to the extent that Canaan has had to. At a young age he was thrust into the role as the lead male of the family, and ever since he assumed his role with pride. He wouldn't allow this family to be run through the mud.

Hence why he kept up the mask around everyone besides the pureblood social circles. Those he was perfectly comfortable with allowing the mask to fall to the way side, to show the true nature behind the beast. There were enough social functions that it kept him satiated for the most part. Except, there was always a violent side to Canaan, one that got to come out and play as a Hit Wizard often, but for the wrong reasons. He had the blood of many purebloods on his own hands, ones that had been evading the law, ones that he couldn't cover up for.

It was due time for someone more deserving to be bloodied by Canaan's hands, that or he needed a good night of drinking and fucking. Regardless, it was what guided him in his expensive suit, tailored cufflinks with the Nott crest, toward the Gamblin Galleons Casino that was in Horizont Alley. He knew there he would be able to get all that he desired, he just had to bide some time.

Canaan observed, he wasn't the type to gamble, it wasn't that he didn't have the money either. He just found it...boring. Yet, the people here, those were far from boring. His mother would surely disapprove of his antics for the evening, but it was a good thing that she didn't guide his decisions very much when it came to killing, drinking, and whoring. In fact, she was growing on his last nerve with the constant nagging about finding an appropriate pureblood wife. How important it was to find one to maintain the bloodline, to uphold social appearances.

The woman wasn't wrong, however, Canaan was picky when it came to picking a woman who would be best suited as Lady Nott. She would have to be an equal of his, one that can keep up with his...antics, while upholding social standards, as any proper pureblood woman would.

Canaan picked up a glass of whiskey, taking a long drink, grabbing a scantily clad blonde by the waist before she could walk by. With a couple of whispers in her ear, she was draped over him, carrying his drink, following his every move as he walked among the tables of the casino. It was no surprise that a familiar face appeared among one. He sat down across from the figure, a smirk appearing on his lips, and he whispered to the blonde, his lips grazing against her ear as he did so, his hand rubbing against her inner thigh. She smiled, and walked off, appearing a few minutes later with another whiskey, setting it before the other male and his consort.

"Have you come out to play tonight, Nightshade?" Canaan questioned, taking the woman by the hand as she came back to join him, sitting her on his lap. Matching Fenrir Nightshade. He watched the man, knowing full well how capable he was of unleashing quite the beast himself. He sure hoped that that was why he was out and about tonight. He needed to unleash his as well. It had been too long, and while the Nightshade's were rather prone to violent tendencies more frequently, his being bottled up too long caused problems for all involved.

THERE'S A STAIN ON MY HAND | July 2026
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In the Nightshade family, there was a pecking order of the grandchildren. The competition would burn until the current patriarch died. Whichever grandchild was sitting on top then, would be marked to take over one Fenrir's father passed. The higher up you were, the better your life was, but also the bigger the target you wore. There were many Nightshades who feared that Fenrir would land in that top spot. But Fen had no intention of doing so. He was happy where he was. If anyone tried to pass him though, that was when they needed to be wear.

Perhaps it was due to his upbringing, but Fenrir didn't have a concept of money. It was useless to him. Though he did know what some things were worth. He did deal in animal smuggling, Occamy egg shell's and his favorite pastime, assassination for higher. Though spending money was lost on him. He could do what he wanted, get what he wanted, and buy what he wanted with no sense or worry about budget or how much things cost him. And like many other Nightshades, he had expensive tastes. He didn't even bat an eye when he purchased his enchanted luxury vehicle that most of the population could only dream about.

Gambling brought little excitement to Fenrir, though it was killing time and helping to keep him distracted. There was little surprise when he saw a familiar pureblood face sit across from him. It appeared as both powerful men had purchased a companion for the evening. The man's blonde disappeared and soon returned with a drink, setting it in front of the psychopathic Nightshade. One drink wouldn't do too much harm, though the girl currently on his lap was almost guaranteed to be leaving the next morning with a few scars, if not healed properly.

Fenrir couldn't help but grin. It was one that sent shivers down the spine of the young woman on his lap. "Well, well, Nott. Just when I was starting to feel board. Have you come to help alleviate that?" He wondered. After all, to Fenrir Nightshade, most people were simple toys for him to use and dispose of when he was done with them.

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