Alaric Krupp had for some time now been the branch leader of Thyssenkrupp international, southern division, operating out of Venice,b ut only recently had he been trying to get into workings of the local lycanthropes. As far as he could tell, so far there had been little to no actual organization or real meetings among the lions of the city and surrounding areas. From what he had further gathered, he estimated himself to be the potentially most powerful werelion in the region. That meant it was time to make his move and start feeling out the potential 'troops.'
It had been a long week. Not only had things at Thyssenkrupp been particularly trying for the past few days, but he had set into motion the first step of many concerning his rise to power over what would soon be, he hoped, the Pride of Venice. Much to his disappointment, despite all of the work he had done, very little had turned up regarding neither lions of the area nor potential followers. Thus, after a long afternoon spent relaxing that Saturday at a private sauna, he had decided to work out further frustrated energy via exercise.
The Palestra Leone was a recently opened gym in Venice, and doing well already economically, attracting a small but growing patronage made up of good looking, fit males. Most significant of all was the fact that Thyssenkrupp had a majority of the business's stock, making Alaric more or less the top owner, though he let under-administration do the majority of management. It was near closing time that evening, and as far as he knew, he was the only member present beside the night manager. He was just finishing up the last of several dozen laps in the Olympic sized pool, when a long-lost familiar presence was to enter.
It had been a long week. Not only had things at Thyssenkrupp been particularly trying for the past few days, but he had set into motion the first step of many concerning his rise to power over what would soon be, he hoped, the Pride of Venice. Much to his disappointment, despite all of the work he had done, very little had turned up regarding neither lions of the area nor potential followers. Thus, after a long afternoon spent relaxing that Saturday at a private sauna, he had decided to work out further frustrated energy via exercise.
The Palestra Leone was a recently opened gym in Venice, and doing well already economically, attracting a small but growing patronage made up of good looking, fit males. Most significant of all was the fact that Thyssenkrupp had a majority of the business's stock, making Alaric more or less the top owner, though he let under-administration do the majority of management. It was near closing time that evening, and as far as he knew, he was the only member present beside the night manager. He was just finishing up the last of several dozen laps in the Olympic sized pool, when a long-lost familiar presence was to enter.