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[~Atlas~]

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(rank). fighter (location). room/kitchen (mood). grumpy and agitated (tags). Arthur, Natasha, Aiden, Dimidian, Skylar

The more he thrashed about, the angrier he felt. The pinpricks seemed to build underneath his skin, exploding the second his fingertips touched anything. He had to quell the desire to shift right then and there in the kitchen, to keep himself from losing control and shattering plates and glass – maybe even bones. It wasn’t the lack of his favorite cereal, or the cold water for his shower. It was everything and nothing all at once, and he had no idea where to begin.

He took a moment to try and regain some composure. His hands squeezed the counter top until his knuckles were white. He took a few deep breaths until the beast within him was calmed – for now, at least.

His head jerked up as he saw the little omega rushing down the stairs, as usual looking as if a gust of wind would blow her over. Judd was about to make a rude remark to her about how late breakfast was but decided to push the thought to the back of his mind. He’d just worked himself down from another outburst, he didn’t need to start another. Still, he glared at Skylar and stood in front of the stove for several moments. He loved seeing the fear in her eyes. She looked just like a cornered doe, who knew that she had only moments left.

Dimidian came running to Skylar’s rescue and Judd scowled at the older healer. However, he had a high position in the pack and he had to respect it. He nodded his head in acknowledgement to the male and muttered, “Be careful to not burn the pancakes. We’ll never get the stink out of the house.”

Judd had almost made it to the door and was so close to avoiding trouble until he heard Aiden’s tired but confident voice. He stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly began to turn around. Once again, the choking fire of rage lit in his throat. Somehow, his voice came out cool and collected.

“Oh yeah, buddy? And what crap would that be?” His eyes narrowed as his feet seemed to carry him across the floor. He came face to face with the other male once again, his green eyes piercing into Aiden’s. “You better go away,” he warned, his voice hardly more than a whisper, “or you’ll have more than a migraine to worry about.”

Aiden threw away a plate of half-eaten, perfectly good toast and eggs and started his way outside. The sight of Aiden leaving the confrontation was the nail in the coffin. Before he knew what he was doing, Judd grabbed the plate from the sink and chucked it after Aiden. He didn’t intend for it to hit Aiden, and luckily it didn’t. However, it came close enough. The plate shattered the second it hit the doorframe, sending shards of glass across the floor. “Forgot some of your breakfast, Aiden!” he howled after the other fighter.

After the scene he made, even Judd felt a little shaky. Freida had gotten fed up with the drama and left, but not without giving Judd some harsh words. He only bared his teeth as the hippie left the room, and took her wretched, patchouli scent with her. Skylar looked as if her eyes would pop out of her head. “Well?” he snapped at her. “You’re the omega, clean it up.”

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(rank). hunter [color=#80BFFF](location). kitchen/porch (mood). agitated (tags). Arthur, Natasha, Aiden, Dimidian, Judd, Mia, Erika

There was something refreshing about Dimidian, something calming. Even though Samir was the alpha (and a great one at that,) Dimidian felt like he was the dad of the pack. He was the oldest, and his calm nature seemed to radiate outwards. He was quiet, but Freida’s quick mouth could always make up for it. Yet, when he did speak, it was genuine. She really liked that more than anything.

She may have stared at the man for a second or two longer than she would have liked. Blinking, she woke herself out of her trance. It must be the full moon, she reasoned. Everyone else seems pretty off today, too. Skylar, the poor girl, sounded sicker than usual, Aiden didn’t look so hot, and Judd, well… He's always a negative, vibe-destroying jerk, she decided with a huff. All she wanted to do this morning was her freaking yoga!

Her focus was drawn back to Dimidian’s quiet sigh. It took her a moment for her to remember what she’d even asked him. “Hmm, a hush?” Freida pondered for a moment. “I feel like there’s always a sort of hush that comes with the new-fallen snow. There’s a beautiful, feminine energy that comes with it – a powerful way to connect to the Goddess,” she sighed, trailing off. She didn’t feel silly or embarrassed saying her far-out ideas and beliefs. In fact, it only made her want to run out in the snow on all fours, or even better yet, pull out her magic candles. She didn’t seem to have the gift of witch craft (being more than one mystical entity wouldn’t be fair!) but she liked trying anyways. She just wished she had someone to experience it with.

Once again, her peace was stolen from her as Aiden stood up to the bully Judd. Even though she hated confrontation, she couldn’t help but smirk as Aiden challenged Judd. Someone needed to put the wannabe street rat in his place. “This is gonna get crazy,” she breathed, but Dimidian left her side to help the struggling Skylar. She momentarily glanced over in their direction, not wanting to miss the drama yet drawn to the healer’s actions. That was really kind of him, she thought with a small smile. She needs the help, the poor kid looks like she can hardly breathe.

Before she knew it, a shatter filled the air that was enough to make Freida jump. “What the -- ?!” With all the violence and aggression in the air, Freida could even feel a shift start to swell inside her. “Get out of here, Judd!” she shouted. “You’re ruining the morning! You can’t treat people like this – what kind of packmate are you?”

Stupid Judd let her anger get the best of her. Before she lost it anymore, she gingerly avoided the glass on the floor and went out on the porch. Mia and Erika were already out here. Smart of them, to skip the drama completely, she huffed. “You just missed World War 3,” she said to both girls as she pulled a cigarette out of her pocket. She lighted it and brought the joint to her lips. The hippie took a long, deep inhale, and held it in until her lungs couldn’t any longer. She let out the smoke slowly, and felt like she was the winter Goddess herself, dusting the ground with sparkling frost. Cigarettes, Goddesses and dreams kept her grounded, and her wolf away.

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(rank). omega (location). kitchen (mood). embarrassed, nervous and ill (tags). Arthur, Natasha, Aiden, Dimidian, Judd

Sky came face to face with Judd. While he wasn’t overly muscular, he was still a strong young man – he wasn’t a fighter for nothing, after all. However, his haunting, challenging state was the most threatening aspect of his appearance, and it kept Skylar rooted to her place. Se didn’t dare make any movements or sound. She felt defenseless and trapped, unsure of what to do. The few moments seemed like an eternity, and finally, he backed off, but he kept his warning green eyes on her as he stalked away.

With that threatening stare-down, Skylar busied herself with grabbing all the baking supplies. However, when she tried to crack the eggs over the bowl, she could hardly aim on account of her shaking so badly. She winced as she bit down another series of coughs, her body silently racking along with each one. The kitchen’s atmosphere didn’t help ether, with Judd storming around like a thundercloud waiting to strike. If she waited any longer on getting things going, it would be her. She sniffled and finally managed to crack the egg, without getting shell in the bowl.

She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and immediately tensed, but gradually let her muscles relax when she realized it was Dimidian, the healer. She was often sick, so she spent a lot of time with the man. He was kind and patient – she felt safe with him. She craned her head up to look at him as he gently suggested making breakfast instead. “No, I can-,“ she turned away and broke out into another breathless fit of coughing. Her inhaler was in her hands in a flash, ad although she hated using it in front of the others, she reflexively sent a puff of medicine down her throat. Taking this as her cue, she nodded gratefully to Dimidian. “Thank you,” she said simply, but she hoped the warmth in her eyes said more than she could.

She’d make her tea once Dimidian finished with breakfast; she didn’t want to get underfoot. However, this was when the drama started, as Judd rose to Aiden’s bait and sent a plate hurtling out after him. The shatter made Skylar jump backwards, nearly into the sharp edge of the table. The blood was roaring in her ears, and she was ready to flee at whatever Judd did next. Luckily, this seemed to be the end of his outburst, until he rounded on her. The trembling omega nodded as he demanded that she clean up the mess he made. She tried her best to make it over to the broom and dustpan, but ever shaky step was difficult. Why couldn’t they just have a pleasant morning?

[ibid.]

𝑬𝒊𝒓í𝒌𝒂 𝑳𝒆𝒊𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒅ó𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓
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Erika - hunter - female - 28
located at the pack house - tagging Freida, Judd, Skylar - feeling irritated

The sound of a plate shattering inside the house pulled Erika out of her thoughts, and she had a hunch about who was
throwing the tantrum. The door creaked open and it sounded like someone took off towards the woods. Likely a smart
decision given that property was now being flung around.

Not long after, she could hear the front door being opened once again and someone stepping outside on the creaking
boards of their porch. Telling by the intrusive scent of patchouli, followed soon after by burning tobacco, it was Freida.
Despite being all the way at the back of the house, she had to cover her nose to shield it from the intensifying stench.
How the girl was able to smoke one of those things was a mystery.

As the agitated chattering from the pack house seemed unable to come to an end, Erika sighed and pushed herself up
from where she had been leaning against the wall. She wasn't too excited about walking into the middle of a heated
dispute, but it sounded like no one else was going to break it off either. She couldn't let it run on until people were
turning and jumping at each others' throats - Samir wouldn't be ecstatic over arriving home and finding half of his
pack splattered all over the walls.

After walking up the steps to the porch, Erika could hear Judd's commanding words echoing through the walls. That's
when something snapped in her mind. She pushed past Freida and shoved the heavy door open, grabbing the broom
from its place beside the doorway. The tenseness in her shoulders was growing alarmingly with each stride towards
the kitchen area. She angled herself between the young man and his victim, and in one aggressive move, she shoved
the broom against Judd's chest. Her green eyes were piercing into his features, warning the man to watch himself.
After regaining some of her usual composure, she spoke in a cautionary tone: "We clean up after ourselves here,
so stop acting like an arrogant child before we have a bigger mess to clean." Erika couldn't understand why the
nuisance was allowed to stay in the same house as the others; one day he was going to push someone to do something
that couldn't be reversed.

The tangible aggression in the air was making her wolf claw at her insides, but she was keeping it in check - for now.
In an attempt to calm herself down, she turned towards Skylar to make sure that the girl hadn't been hit by shrapnel
from the shattered plate. Turning her back on Judd was a risky move, but attacking her now would've been a coward's
choice - and if he did strike, it wouldn't be the first time someone had jumped her when her back was turned.

[phayraoh]

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❝. 𓃥 𝖣𝖨𝖬𝖨𝖣𝖨𝖠𝖭 𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖸𝖫𝖮𝖱 ─────────────────
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i. male - bisexual | ii. thirty-three years old | iii. pack healer
iv. location: pack house | v. tags: judd, frieda, skylar, erika

Call it selective hearing, but even with Judd throwing a fit and Aiden storming out, Frieda’s words made it to him as he began prepping breakfast. Dimidian smirked lightly, murmuring: “There is only one Goddess I bow to — and she’s a cruel mistress.” He didn’t know if she’d be able to catch his words, and the fickle far-off look in his eyes was quickly shoved beneath layers of tumultuous stormclouds when Judd made his way over to him. A low growl reverberated in his chest, brown eyes flashing with warning.

“Try not to turn into a slobbering beast. We’ll never get the stink out of the house,” he quipped back. His packmate was probably going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble with Samir already, and Dimidian could only imagine what might happen if Judd lashed out at the group’s healer. Cold delight curled his fingers tighter around the panhandle he’d been holding, and he all too easily imagined how satisfying it’d be to whap the damn thing across Judd’s face.

The man, however, stormed away, and Dimidian let out a breath, his body shuddering lightly. He definitely didn’t want to be instigating a fight. His was a cold and quiet fury, anyhow, and he’d find some way to get back at Judd for rubbing everyone’s fur the wrong way. Female voices rose up to berate Judd as the healer turned to prepare the food Judd was being so adamant about. He would have liked to help Skylar clean up the plate, but he knew he couldn’t be everywhere at once.

Dimidian was relieved when Erika stepped inside the house and shot her a grateful glance from over his shoulder as he heaped scrambled eggs onto a platter and flipped over a golden pancake. A knot in his stomach made him hunch over just a little bit, the result of his conflicted feelings over whether he ought to use his status to deal with Judd. But surely he’d have some respect for his packmates if they flashed their teeth a little?

No blood’s been spilled. I can’t do everything for them.

[skywalker,]

♛（ ＡＲＴＨＵＲ ＷＡＬＴＥＲＳ！ ）
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| male | twenty four years old | fighter | no love interest | at pack house | tagged with Judd, Natasha, Skylar, Dimidian |

⇨ Arthur had been content, just eating his cereal and admiring the beautiful table he was sitting at. He even allowed himself to let loose and hum a little bit, feeling his eyes droop softly. Until Judd stormed in, and the kitchen started getting crowded. He shrunk into himself a little, finishing his cereal and placing the spoon down inside the bowl. He uttered a inaudible sigh, and rested his arms on the table, watching the seats fill up. His sister had just gotten up to make coffee, and Judd was still being rude. Arthur just shook his head, and focused on his twiddling fingers to try and drown out the noise.

'I should probably leave' he thought to himself, and was about to get up and skedaddle, when his sister sat down beside him and asked how he was feeling. He gave her a weak smile, and just nodded. He paused a bit before speaking "I'm.. I'm okay. Just have a lot of things on my mind, is all" He said in a restricted tone. He was glad Natasha didn't push him for anymore information, because he would probably shut down if she asked him anything else. Suddenly, everything started happening at once. Natasha was suddenly yelling at Judd after throwing his spoon at the male, and Skylar was cleaning up a broken plate with Erika's help. Arthur blinked in panic and surprise, and he was soon on his feet as well, walking over and helping Skylar and Erika pick up the plate.

He bent down beside the omega, and began picking up the smaller pieces of the shattered kitchen item. He glanced at both the female's and frowned "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice hardly being heard over the yelling of his other pack mates.

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| female | twenty two years old | hunter | no love interest | at pack house | tagged with Judd, Arthur, Skylar, Dimidian |

⇨ Natasha smiled sadly at Aiden when he said he was fine "Okay, if you say so." She said in a gentle tone, but soon the concern was wiped off her face as she heard loud footsteps. She whipped around to see Judd storming into the kitchen, his temper flaring and his eyes filled with anger. Natasha narrowed her eyes at the male before turning back around, pushing herself to her feet and going over to the kitchen counter. Mia had just made some coffee, so Natasha grabbed a mug and poured herself some. She modified it to her liking, and was just about to go back to her seat when she heard Judd growling at Aiden. She felt herself bristle a little at his hostility "Shove off, Judd. He's obviously not feeling well, and he doesn't need your stupidity making him feel worst" She snapped, pulling out a chair beside her brother. She attempted to ignore the rest of Judd's outrageous behaviour, instead focusing on enjoying her cup of coffee and her brother's quiet presence.

She heard the angry male complain about there being no breakfast, and start whining over where the omega's were, but she just engaged her brother "How are you feeling, Artie? You look a little down" She said, leaning forward and watching her brother with careful hazel eyes. She never had the best relationship with him, but she always tried to be considerate of how he was feeling, and she always wanted him to be happy. She knew how hard their mother's passing was for him. That's when Skylar walked in. Natasha glanced over her shoulder at the little omega, and smiled warmly in her direction "Morning, Skylar." She hummed, before looking back at her brother.He spoke his mind, although she could tell he was holding back some important details. She nodded in understanding, and didn't push him to speak any farther. That's when things suddenly got nasty.

Judd started yelling at Aiden again, and Natasha felt her own anger flare up. The wolf inside her was clawing at her stomach, attempting to escape and unleash her anger. But Natasha pushed that down, taking a sip of her coffee and taking deep breaths through her nose. Suddenly, a plate was being thrown, and it shattered all across the floor. Judd was demanding Skylar pick it up, and that's when she snapped. Sure, Skylar was an omega, but she didn't deserved to be treated like some prey animal. Natasha stood up so fast her chair almost fell over, and she turned around, eyes blazing with anger. She didn't even think before she did what did. She grabbed her brother's used spoon, and hurled it right at Judd as hard as she possibly could, managing to hit him "How dare you! You think you can just march in here and make everything our faults? You are a such a jerk, learn some respect!" She spat, grinding her teeth and clenching her fists. Everything had happened at once, and she was just now realizing her actions might have consequences.

[rookfern]

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. sebastian cross // . 20 years // . male // . asexual // . location: cafe // . tags: sienna


━ It took Sebastian a moment to realize Sienna was talking to him as he fished around his wallet for the few bills he was sure he had stuffed in there. He whipped his head up, money in hand and his eyes owlishly wide. He shot a glance at Samir before answering Sienna. "Nothing in particular." He finally said. "I, uh, ran around the forest." He admitted, feeling a bit sheepish at the rather childish action.

He slid Sienna the money for his drink and tapped his fingers restlessly against the counter top. Realizing the conversation had been left to flounder in the silence, he hastily cleared his throat and shot a question at his packmate. "What about you?"

As he waited for Sienna to respond, Sebastian bathed in the warm ambiance of the coffee shop. The air smelled of fresh pastries and coffee, so strong he could almost taste the sweeter treats. The cold air that had followed him in the door was beginning to fade away, and his chilled nose and fingers were defrosting with a sharp tingling. Aside from the snowy woods, the coffee shop was one of Sebastian's favorite places to hang around. It was nowhere as chaotic as the packhouse and much warmer than the frostbitten forest.

[eleutheromania]

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Ⅰ.. female Ⅱ.. twenty six years Ⅲ.. hunter Ⅳ.. no relationship

LOCATION: coffee shop MENTIONS: --- TAGGED: samir, sebastian

she grabbed the money and placed it in the register, returning the correct among of change as she listened to both samir and sebastian speak, though not at the same time of course. when the pack leader told her to grab some extra chocolate, she offerred him a grin in response. "of course." though she knew a few that tended to use more chocolate than most with the smores so that much planning was good. last thing they wanted was to run out of chocolate during the bon fire.

she watched as he turned his attention to sebatian and that was simply her cue to go ahead and grab his tea. moving away from the counter, she began to make it, rather fluid with the inner working of the shop, minus the pastry making of course. when it finished brewing, she placed a lid on the cup before returning to the counter as her phone buzzed in her pocket. as she approached she heard samir and didn't bother with her phone, knowing the text was from him about what they had just spoken about.

placing the tea on the counter, she slid it gently towards sebatian as he spoke and later samir. she gave a sheepish grin this time, knowing her own antics were pretty much the same. "let's see, i rolled around in the snow like a puppy and did just about every childish thing one could think of on a snow day in a short amount of time before cleaning up and coming here." she said in response to him. "next time samir, maybe if you got up a tiny bit earlier, you would have had time to go for a joyful romp in the snow like a five year old." she teased before returning her gaze to that of seb. "but yea, anything else you want, here, bonfire whatever it may be. other than that, enjoy your tea and enjoy yourself too." while it wasn't the conversation ender, she liked to generally keep them open just in case someone thought of something else, she still offered the standard enjoy whenever a customer received something from the coffee shop.

[I'm done delete me.]

[♀] 𝐌𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒
▶ 𝐚𝐠𝐞: 𝟐𝟑 years || 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤: beta || 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: hetero || 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦: human || 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: remaining wolves in cabin
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xxxxxxxxxmia closed her eyes taking in the smells and the sounds that surrounded her, she held the coffee mug up to her mouth taking in the smell of the coffee beans. the fresh smell was helping her wake up after another sleepless night, she didn't know what was causing to stay awake but she hadn't told anyone about it and prefers not to. it wasn't something to worry about and being beta she knew to keep it to herself as it was her own problem and she is use to sorting out other people's problems within the pack. no one needed to hear what was on her mind, the pack came first. she tilted the mug towards her mouth and sipped at the hot liquid that clenched her thirst but also helping her to wake up. she needed to get herself awake to deal with the pack, she was more than happy to talk to anyone within the pack that needed to get something off the chest. if it was a secret she was happy to keep it, but she hated to see anyone upset or couldn't talk to her.
xxxxxxxxxas she heard something smash against the wall in the cabin, her eyes opened. but in a flash she saw one of her pack members flee, it looked as if it might of been aiden. but she soon heard the doors open once again and heared the familiar voice of freida, she huffed at her words as she wasn't ready for this right now but it would be something she needed to deal with as she wasn't sure where the alpha was this morning. she guessed it would be something to do with judd the fighter of the pack something always seemed to snap inside of him. she pushed her self up with her spare hand taking her coffee mug with her as she made her way back into the cabin. "thank you freida" mia said softly to hunter as she passed her and joined the remaining werewolves within the cabin.
xxxxxxxxxwith a deep breath, she looked around seeing who was here but also the broken plate that the omega and fighter was cleaning up. she wanted to know what happened before she started pin pointing people and getting it wrong although she kinda guess what had happened but didn't want to jump to it. she took a sip of her coffee once again as she made her way over to the kitchen placing the mug in the sink before turning to the pack. "so what happened in here? why has aiden run off?" she asked the wolves, as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the kitchen surface as she waited to get an answer. her eyes weren't set on anyone, she just looked at them all trying to see who was involved in this 'world war three' that freida described to her.

[ibid.]

𝑬𝒊𝒓í𝒌𝒂 𝑳𝒆𝒊𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒅ó𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓
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Erika - hunter - female - 28
located in the woods - tagging open - feeling troubled

When more individuals started filling the kitchen again and the situation didn't seem to be moving anywhere, anxiety settled its crushing weight on Erika's shoulders. After she was sure the omega was unhurt, she let out a shaky breath and decided to bolt from the situation entirely. It had been a mistake to confront the annoying man, even if hitting him with a broom felt quite good. She had likely made little difference however, and unless the recently arrived beta could put Judd back into his place, they could all expect more loud music and broken plates. It'd probably be better if Erika stayed away for a while, or she might actually lose her temper. Due to the nature of her wolf and her lack of stability, such an occurrence would be a very unfortunate one: when the beast started, it wouldn't stop. Someone would end up dead.

Pushing past the bodies in the crowded room, she forced open the front door once again and jogged down the few steps of their porch. The stairs were icy and quite slippery, but she was used to it by now. With her arms crossed over her torso like a barrier between the world and herself, she made her way into the shadows of the forest. Her wolf was tempting her, pulling her to turn, but it was safer for everyone if she resisted.

The woods were quiet in the winter, but activity was evident from the various prints in the snow. Towering evergreen trees stretched in every direction around her, and she decided to lean her back against one. She took a deep breath and watched it linger in the air as she exhaled. The cover of snow in the ground wasn't as deep here; the canopy above sheltered the forest floor. In all honesty, she wanted to push the events of the cabin from her mind and just stay here for a while.

Suddenly, she could feel a short buzz in the pocket of her leather jacket - it was her phone. Erika hadn't even realized that the thing had been there when she pulled the garment on this morning. Long time no see. Everyone else seemed to be fascinated with the devices, but she found them more annoying than amusing. However, the vibration had been a notification from Samir, something about a bonfire in the evening. The hunter downright felt like tossing the gadget into the snow and leaving it there, but she'd have to attend the gathering and at least pretend to enjoy herself - that much she owed to the man. He was actually one of the very few people she felt connected to in the slightest, for in her darkest hour, he had offered a home to her, a complete stranger. With a sigh, she shoved the thing back into her pocket.

It was still early in the day, and it was unlikely that anybody would miss her brooding presence in the cabin. She leaned her head against the trunk of the tree and closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to heighten. One could hear it if a pin was dropped in the thicket - she wouldn't have to worry about anyone approaching without her being alerted to it.

[eleutheromania]

─❀─ 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐄
Ⅰ.. female Ⅱ.. twenty six years Ⅲ.. hunter Ⅳ.. no relationship

LOCATION: outside, bonfire MENTIONS: samir TAGGED: aiden [ kinda ]

while samir had given her tips and tricks for increasing her knowledge for pastries and their weird ways, she still knew she would need to work with him to get the hang of things but that would be saved for a later date, she was sure of. the shop was pretty busy most of the morning so she was pretty laid back and well mannered while behind the counter, the last thing she needed was samir to get complaints about her and her customer service, she liked helping out here after all. when the activity in the shop drew slower, she began to grow restless in a sense. sienna was not one to just lounge around for the most part and was always doing something in most cases, even if it was as tapping her foot or her fingers on the counter surface. when she caught eyes of the barista come through the door, she immediately perked up and bolted for the door once she had everything under control.

her next stop would be that of the store, after all she had promised to bring all things chocolaty and gooey for tonight. though she knew she would grab some cups and drinks too, a two liter of coke and pepsi. she couldn't please everyone but at least it was something. grabbing everything that was on her mental checklist, she headed for the front. quickly paying for everything, she made her way back to the pack house as she still had time to kill.

sienna was in one of the rooms, stuff included with her as she didn't want anyone opening anything until samir had the bonfire ready. when the smell of burning wood reached her senses, she knew it was time to head out. deciding she'd didn't have much time for fun in the snow this morning, she shifted and maneuvered the two grocery bags in her mouth and walked out of the pack house and towards the smell of wood. her eyes caught that of samir and the dancing flames. she padded forward and paused when she noticed aiden sitting down and hunched over, not looking at all too happy. cocking her head slightly, she pranced forward, dropping the bags at one end of the log and then made her way towards him, stretching out in the snow right beside him and pushing her muzzle between his leg and that of the log and letting out an overexaggerated huff.

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i. male - bisexual | ii. thirty-three years old | iii. pack healer
iv. location: bonfire | v. tags: open; samir, aiden, sienna (indirect)

After finishing breakfast and cleaning up the various pots and pans he’d brought out, Dimidian had promptly left the pack house without a word, slipping out while the others talked and smoothed out the wrinkles Judd had imprinted into the air. Hours later he found himself in the quiet comfort of his home, shoveling handfuls of Cheez-Its and various other snack foods into his mouth whilst flipping through the channels on his flatscreen in hopes of finding something interesting. The full moon always gave him a ravenous appretite, and he’d rather be kicked in the groin before having to present his unsatiability before the whole pack. Leaving enough hunger for whatever munchables might be at the bonfire, the healer finally stood and cleared away the empty boxes and chip bags before jumping into the shower. As always, he welcomed the scalding water with a deep sigh of relief and, later, filled his senses with the frigid crispness of mint toothpaste.

Before he left, he poured some cat food into a dish and left it on the front porch, locking the front door and stowing away his key while a black shadow appeared from beneath the deck and descended upon the bowl. Dimidian despised cats — and he suspected the feeling was mutual — but something had compelled him to rescue the ragged kitten he’d found wandering around town, skinny and trembling. The thing had no name but “Cat,” and they both tended to avoid each other, but Mid was glad to have something to keep the mice and birds away from his plants.

Once he was a few paces away from his home he shifted into a wolf and loped off into the trees. His humanity slipped beneath the roaring waters of a wild mind as he charged towards the bonfire site, curious as to how things might play out tonight. He’d wanted to alert Samir to the Judd situation but hadn’t, as it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing he felt responsible for. Various scents met his nostrils as he grew closer to his destination, mostly the comforting smell of burning wood and the faint tickle of chocolate.

A few of his packmates had already arrived, including the alpha, Samir. Dimidian remained in his wolf form and slowed as he neared the flames, his movements whispers of a beast that could never be fully tamed as he eyed everyone carefully before settling among the flickering shadows near the edge of the circle of logs. He wasn’t quite in the mood to talk and slid into a laying position, his ears twitching and his eyes locked onto the flames. His ebony pelt melted easily into the gathering darkness and he prayed that no one made the mistake of stepping on him.