ｂｒｏｎｔｉｄｅ (Open and accepting)

[TMarie18]

Vincent | Role is lead healer | tagged is Elvira

Vincent rolled his eyes and held the door open for her. “Hope you wore warm clothing because as always there is snow.” Vincent nodded towards the outside where there were perfect patches of snow on the ground. “Honestly, I prefer where we were living originally as this place is way too cold for my liking.”

(I do realize it’s a little short, but I’m at a loss for words at the moment.)

[cynnie]

(It's okay, let's just get them to the hospital ^^)
ᴇʟᴠɪʀᴀ - age: eighteen - role: healer - tagged; Vincent
Throwing on her parka, boots, and mittens Elvira nodded. "Remember your scarf." Since most of the pack wasn't used to the cold weather of the north, they had to bundle up for even the slightest chill. Like a busy bee, Elvira bumbled around the cottage noting that she had to get new bandages and wraps at the store. "Okay, are you ready?" Phone in hand and her bag slung over her shoulder, she opened the door and motioned for Vincent to follow.

𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓 - age: v v old, looks twenty-five - role: original - tagged: Roxy, Cora, Patrick
Shaking his head, Alistair felt like he'd missed something when teaching Roxy. She was boisterous and teetering on the edge of psychotic- he could relate to her on some levels, remembering back to his early days... But he pushed that out of the way. He had to put an end to her schemes before someone got hurt, or worse.

"Hush, Roxy." Putting his hand up, he pointed towards Cora. "Correct, Cora." Crossing his arms, he continued. "They're more than some stray dogs. You need to get that through your skull," His voice lowered as he leveled his eyes at Roxy. Hopefully, he was intimidating; most people said he was. But when he needed it most, he usually came off as some parent scolding his children.

𝓙𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 - age: twenty-three - role: werewolf, hunter - tagged: Shiloh
Janna's smile widened as she listened. Shiloh was always pleasant to converse with, and ever since they began living together it was a daily occurrence one way or another. "That's good.." She noticed Shiloh gazing off and thought it best not to talk much more about those vampires. She couldn't blame him, it was stressing and sometimes saddening. Watching an entire town go downhill,
defenseless and confused, was horrible. But she had faith in the pack's abilities to protect these people from further harm.

"How long will you be out here?" Janna tilted her head, pursing her lips together. It was cold and the snow gathering on the ground was becoming denser. What if he got a cold?

[TMarie18]

Vincent | role is lead healer | tagged is Elvira

Vincent nodded grabbing his scarf and whisking out the door turning and making sure she was trailing behind he mad his way towards the hospital. “I hope we are able to protect these people. They put so much of their trust in us, and there is a chance something goes terribly wrong. What if we aren’t able to save someone? I’ve already lost one, and I can’t go through that again. Family or not.” Vincent turned to her slightly as they were walking towards the hospital.

[InfectedHau]

Roxy Van Wolney||Vampire Fledgling||20||Tagged: Patrick, Alistair

"Whatever, dad," Roxy said, crossing her arms and pouting. She had her opinions, but she still had a degree of respect for Alistair. He was much older than her, and much more powerful. His ideas were good, but that didn't mean she had to like them.
"So are y'all going out to catch breakfast?" She asked. "I already got mine, but I wouldn't mind tagging along."

[angelonia]

Patrick Martin | vamp. fledgling | 22/54 | bi | tags; alistair, cora, roxy
It took everything in Patrick's being to resist commenting 'waistcoat daddy' after Roxy's sarcastic remark. He could barely hold in his laughter, resulting in his face contorted in a smile that would erupt into laughter at any moment. Roxy was right though, Alistair was such a dad. Patrick could swear the guy even had dad sneezes too. After a moment, the fledgling had calmed himself down enough to where he could contribute to the conversation without laughing at his own thoughts. "I was thinking about going out, but," he motioned to his brightly colored, geometric print sweater. "I'm wearing my good sweater."

[azhefa.]

xxxx
⚜ ° ＧＷＥＮＥＶＩＥＶＥ ° ⚜
〖 ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ 〗
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
location; forest > town xx mood; unhappy xx tags; open

the dove grey skies slowly start to lighten with the rising sun, something that makes gwen release a soft sigh of disappointment. it had been rather peaceful during the night, at least it had been out by the hidden lake she had found during her wanderings. even though she had been in the area for roughly three years, gwen hasn't really explored as much as she would like to. letters from back home had started to increase in number over the last few months, something that has started to give her a bit of worry since they had all seemed quite fine before. throughout the night, gwen had written dozens of letters in response to each one that had been sent to her. most of the letters were just some of her young fledglings asking about when she will be returning home to ireland. there had been a few letters that were worrisome, but easily handled. it was as if she was still queen, but on a trip away from home.

the vampiress pulls up her fur trimmed hood as some of the snow starts to settle in her hair and dampen her scalp. her clothing wasn't really something that fits the modern age with a long, flowing pale blue gown and a darker blue cloak about her shoulders. she looked as if she stepped out of a history textbook or historical painting. the chain circlet atop her head glitters softly in the light as she pulls the hood up to cover her head. it wasn't as fancy as the ones she use to wear back home, it was more of a habit to wear one than anything. just like it was a habit to wear more period style clothing than jeans and t-shirts. pants being something she has yet to get an understanding for.

on her way to town, gwen takes a moment to hunt down a deer to satisfy the light craving she was developing. it was an easy catch for her and a painless death for the buck, fear and pain only taint the blood. gwen murmurs a prayer of thanks to her gods before draining the deer of it's life blood. she uses the dagger attached to her waist belt to field dress the deer before grabbing it's hind legs and effortlessly dragging the body along as she heads out of the forest. it only took her a moment to drop it in her usual spot at the trail entrance, the doe she had left the day before was gone so she expects this buck to be taken just as quickly. gwen pulls her cloak about her as she heads into town, her short heeled boots making soft sounds against the road as she travels down it. due to there not being very many people left in the town, there's not much car traffic. the silence in the town was quite saddening and makes the former queen want to return home all the more.

[nyctomancy]

hera lancaster / it's rude to ask a lady her age / original vampire / location: woods / tags: roxy [mentioned], open

hera stared down at the bloodless corpse, a mixed cocktail of pride and disappoint brewing in her belly, before giving it a courtesy once over. "oh roxanne." she sighed, reaching down to close the human woman's eyes before heaving the entire body over her shoulder with a grunt. though she couldn't be sure of the culprit, the kill possessed a few of the trademarks of the nest's most reckless member. it was quite easy to determine whether or not a vampire was a messy eater, for their kills often bore traces of frenzied, frantic bitemarks, as if they couldn't get enough of the sweet substance that swam within the veins of the living. alternatively, a messy eater could get blood everyone; on the human.. on themselves.. everywhere. it could be quite a hassle to clean up. but what really painted this corpse as one of miss roxanne van volney's kills.. was the fact it had been dumped without care. with the wolves prowling out and about, hera knew they couldn't afford to be as carefree about the whole affair as they once had been. well, at least she avoided the footpaths this time. hera thought to herself as she set off over the hill, carrying the dead body on her shoulder as if it weighed no more than a 25 lb bag of catfood.

ooc: finally got a post up, haha.
ooc2: @infected. obviously, i assumed some things about roxy's kill. if you want me to change anything, please let me know!

[canis,]

c o r axw o o d s
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

gender • female
age • appears 20
species • old vampire
tags • roxy, patrick, alistair
gwen

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀

Cora turned her head to hide her smirk as Alistair chastised Roxy for her impulsiveness. She remembers her days as a fledgling, and how awful they were. Cora had no control over her instincts as a young vampire, and it was quite a challenge for her to finally gain the upper hand on what she had become. As Roxy mentioned breakfast, Cora shook her head. "I just ate as well," she said, standing from her seat. Cora thought for a moment, then looked at Alistair. "I may go scout out the competition," she said, referring to the werewolves that had deemed themselves the protectors of this town. It would benefit the vampires to know exactly what they were up against. Plus, she had also become quite adept at stalking her next meal, so spying on the werewolf pack shouldn't be much different as long as she accounted for their enhanced senses. She nodded a farewell to the residents in the home before exiting the tiny cabin that served as their refuge. The forest was a welcome sight, especially for a reclusive vampire such as Cora. With a deep breath, she began to plan out her little mission. She would start in the town. After all, if a werewolf is likely to be separated from the pack, it would be for a trip to town. With her destination set, Cora set off through the trees at an inhuman speed. The figures zipped past her in a blur as the morning air fanned across her face. Of all the perks that came with being a vampire, the speed had to be one of her favorites. It offered a great rush of adrenaline that didn't end with a dead human. It didn't take long for Cora to reach the outskirts of town. As she slowed to a normal walking pace, she tilted her head in confusion as a familiar scent hit her nose. Cora continued into town until she saw the distant figure of Gwenevieve. Why is she out here all alone? Cora wondered as she approached her fellow vampire. "Hello Gwen," she said softly as she approached, "what brings you to town this morning?"

[azhefa.]

xxxx
⚜ ° ＧＷＥＮＥＶＩＥＶＥ ° ⚜
〖 ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ 〗
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
location; town xx mood; unhappy xx tags; cora

the soft crunch of snow underfoot alerts gwen to the presence of another, but she had already known someone was approaching just by the way the air felt on her sensitive skin. it's taken her decades to perfect the skill, but is glad she kept up with it. the irish vampiress only gives her fellow vampire a brief glance as they greet her and ask about her reasoning for being in town. though she would usually correct younger vampires who use her informal nickname, she doesn't bother with correcting cora since she was closer in age. besides, she would just keep using the nickname anyway. "maidin mhaith, cora," she greets lightly, her native gaelic slipping out as well as her irish brogue. "i'm off to the post office to check for letters."

it wasn't a secret that gwen gets dozens of letters from home, nor was it much of a secret that she wants to leave. she does try to appear to enjoy the town, but it just wasn't ireland. gwen walks at a steady pace, her pale blue eyes sliding around to scan the area as she treks down the road. she knows just how much the werewolves would love to find her out alone. a glance over towards cora lets her know that the other woman was just as alert, maybe even more so. "scouting for food or wolves? i suspect it to be wolves." she wonders why cora would be scouting the town for wolves so early in the morning. the only ones she knows to be out in town this early were the two who work at the hospital, probably healers of some kind. the others seem to stay in the forest until later in the day. but she wasn't about to tell cora any of this or anyone else in the coven.

translations;
'maidin mhaith' = 'good morning'

[Pit~bull~Lover]

Poet Yvonne
Cis-Male - X - 21 - Werewolf - Hunter - Homosexual - Crush: Hmmm - Tags: Gwen and Cora

Poet's crinkled his nose a little as he smelled something off. He opened his eyes and looked around for the source but couldn't see anything. It smelled like... Deer blood? He guessed, standing up quickly but quietly. He walked as softly and as soundlessly as he could, tracking the scent. He stopped suddenly as the scent overwhelmed him, he looked a few feet ahead and saw the source of the smell. A deer carcass as he had expected but there was one thing that was off. It was drained. His attention moved from the carcass to the new scent that he could now sense. A vampire. He didn't have anything against them actually, he never saw any reason too but he wanted to tract this one just to see where they where going and what they where doing. What? He was curious.

He ran as fast as he could (without changing) in the direction of the scent. He had made it into town and of coarse, had to slow down and pace himself so that he didn't stand out. He was close to the scent now and looked up across the almost empty street to see a woman. She was the source of the scent but she didn't seem to be doing anything suspicious, so he decided to step behind a nearby building for a second, so that he could catch his breath and still keep an eye on her. He saw another vampire talking to her and watched closely, trying to listen to what they where discussing...