- morgan (morrie) lancaster // 21 // cisfemale
were - warrior // form // tags:; janna - jaakko
- Morgan followed the pair into the house, relaxing in the familiar surroundings. She noticed with a start the faint tinge of envy flash in Janna's eyes, but it quickly left the kind wolf's eyes. Raising a brow, she studied the house and what luxuries it held. The difference wasn't too obvious, like golden chandeliers or butlers bowing as they passed, but it was much roomier and they did have private rooms. She especially liked that part. She had never been comfortable sleeping around those she barely knew. It was always a constant fear that she would be vulnerable, an open-book, easy to attack. Her pack mates would probably never do this without good reason, of course, but the thought was always there. Shaking away the renewed wave of appreciation for better living quarters, she focused on the conversation and what Janna was saying. She jumped in the conversation to support after her fellow wolf began to speak, "It's true. The way they're beginning to behave is drastically bolder than when we first arrived. They're not afraid," she spoke matter-of-factly. Expressing anger and frustration wouldn't help them, so she kept the hot emotions under a cover. Remembering that she needed to remain respectful, she dipped her head and added, "Surely you've noticed, and you hopefully have a plan?" She doubted he would be going into this blindly, but she was still curious to hear it, if it would be allowed.
-❈-
- castiel ranir // appears 23 // cismale
vamp - old // form // tags:; open
- Castiel lounged in a café, assuming the most relaxed pose imaginable. A cup was half full on his table, something he had forced down until he appeared normal. Besides, he had his eyes on a tastier drink. An employee was scheduled to leave soon; he could hear her chatting with other workers and gathering her items. The girl was nice and friendly, and he was sure she would willingly help him find his "lost dog". The vampire waited for a minute after she left the café, not interested in looking like a stalker. When he deemed fit, he followed after her. "Excuse me!" He used a youthful voice tinged with desperation, a voice she could relate to. She turned with a startled glance, and recruiting her was fast. After relaying his fake story, she nodded sympathetically and he began to lead her down the street. It was slow, as they constantly called his name (Spot) and looked behind everything. Finally, when they passed an alley, Castiel threw a small pebble at a trashcan, crying out that Spot was there. She didn't live for long. Once concealed, he had easily quieted her and tapped into her blood supply, reveling in the sweet taste. Of course, he didn't care for her at all, so he didn't mind it when her slow heart eventually stopped beating and her blood had ceased flowing. Stepping away from her limp body, he wiped blood from his mouth and whistled a cheerful tune as he strided away from the alley. Someone would find her, sooner or later. The grim thought sent a jolt of vicious pleasure through him; after that entertaining spat with the wolves, he enjoyed the feeling of power.
