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My gallery · by **`silver** » Wed Dec 11, 2024 6:15 pm

𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 "𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐔𝐒" 𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐃𝐀
location: Sam's! mentions: Maya tags: Arno

Firelight cast warmth into the loudening main space of Sam's lobby, flames blending with the amber tones of the room to dispel any shadows of doubt as victorious cries sounded in the lively space. Dressed in fluorescent hues, several men crowded the depths of the room by the pool tables. Noble Veins LLC was embroidered across the thick jackets on their backs, faces alight with varying conversation as some focused their attention on each other whilst others fixated on the assortment of colorful cue balls still left on the green of the table.

A man dressed in an off-white button up was folded over languidly across the table, leaning parallel to its raised edges as he aimed at a cue ball that lacked of color. He had only a shot or two left to get three of the cues including the eight ball into their designated sockets - if he wanted to win. Head angling ever so slowly, he could practically taste the tension behind the eyes that preyed on his next move, imagining the resounding clack of wood against porcelain traveling through his fingertips and into his hands. Whether he made the right shot correctly or not would determine if he'd be buying the whole road hazard crew drinks.

"What is it again? If I were to fail this shot, the drinks are on me for the rest of the night? But if I win..", he mused quietly, earning a couple huffs from the men in Noble Veins garb. "If you win, then you get to drink as much as you want and we'll get ratted out to the morning crew." Golden-brown eyes seemed to flash gold with amusement in the artificial lighting that crouched above, Cyrus chuckling under his breath as his focus returned to the task at hand. "You know what would be crazier? If I made this shot and on top of you getting ratted out to the morning crew, the boss himself whisks in here to see all of you slacking off." Awash in hues of amber and yellow, he seemed to practically glow in the lower lighting. He was all too comfortable playing pool amongst those that were supposed to be considered his subordinates and engaging in antics that would've surely gotten them in trouble had it not been for the raging snowstorm outside. Regardless, Cyrus offered them all an easygoing grin before easing the tension in his shoulders, letting up his strength just enough to make it look a little more convincing to their eager eyes.

One more clack. Two more. The vampire had missed his chance at victory to which a cacophony of whooping sounded as the men celebrated and a couple gave him a few pats on the back along with disingenuous words of good sportsmanship. Shoulders raising and lowering easily, Cyrus could only shrug off his defeat in exchange for the spark in all of their eyes. A few of them shuffled over to the counter to bid a round of beers for everyone at the bar, pointing excitedly at Cyrus. He could already hear them telling the bartender to put everything on his tab. Tabs. Patting his pockets, he felt around for his phone and fished it out. The screen stayed black even when he raised it to his face. Odd. Was it dead?

Standing in one part of the room only to suddenly be seated at the counter, Cyrus settled into a worn leather stool a seat or two away from where Arno stood as he pressed at the buttons on the sides of his phone simultaneously. If the screen isn’t turning on, that means that it's off. He reminded himself silently just as an image of a battery with a sliver of red at its base flashed at him. "Hey Arno, do you happen to have a charger on you? I think my phone is dead." His eyes had settled on the bartender's discarded name tag for a mere heartbeat before they locked onto the other man's face, a soft grin lighting up Cyrus's features when he spoke. "I'll take one of whatever the others are having as well, if you don't mind. I'll make sure they keep their hands to themselves if they get rowdy though."

The vampire had a feeling that the next person to enter the bar would be the least of the bartender's worries.

My gallery · by **senna_** » Thu Dec 12, 2024 11:15 am

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𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐎

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Oh, you were busy today? Crazy, I could’ve sworn I saw you munching away on your second helping of nachos at Sam’s. Solo business trip, did you say?

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Ding!

“you’re falling for me”

At least it photographed nicely.

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My gallery · by **azhefa.** » Thu Dec 12, 2024 10:53 pm

xx𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑨𝒀

》i. el, ellie ii. 28 iii. female, she/her iv. witch [earth] v. mika's sister vi. hetero/single

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being that it was the middle of winter where it doesn't get above negatives very often, her job as a florist wasn't very useful. though her 'second' job as an herbalist hasn't dwindled in the slightest. it seemed everyone was still keen on getting some kind of herb or tonic to sooth whatever ailed them. her fellow witches were also avid customers for her fresh herbs and oils so her supply was in constant demand.

her magic was centered and fueled by the earth and it's bountiful energy so keeping plants alive in such deep freezes was surprisingly easy. her home must be the warmest place in town with how hot the greenhouse gets. sunlight might be gone until the spring, but growing lights give off enough heat that she doesn't even need to add another heat source. the door that connects the greenhouse to her home is actually a screen door to allow the scents and warmth to spill out into the small home.

after a long day's work with studies, tending to her multitudes of plants, and fulfilling orders for the townsfolk, elaine was ready for
a calm night. but not too calm it seems. at first, she wanted to go to the supernatural centered bar in town, but her brother offered to buy her a drink and chat so they decided on sam's instead. her brother might be born to witches and might even carry magical blood, but he held no magic himself. he's called a dud by the community and it hurts to hear it so she often prefers the company of humans who only see him as a scarred veteran and not some supernatural outcast their community does.

currently, elaine was curled up in a booth off to the side reading a book while she waits for her brother to arrive, glass of wine on the table that was being sipped occasionally. he had mentioned he would be running late to the little get together, something about the shelter needing him for a bit longer. ellie was worried for her brother, but trusts him enough to not pry. he'll talk to her if he was regressing again. she was sure of it.

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xx𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑨𝒀

》i. mika, kai ii. 32 iii. male, he/him iv. human [dud] v. ellie's brother vi. pan/single

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dark bags hung from his once vibrant blue eyes, the color having since dulled to a cold slate. his usual scruffy appearance had slowly gotten worse as he was unable to shave due to shaking hands. the fact he showered was progress as he had been struggling with having enough mental and physical energy to clean himself. his wild curls were more feral than usual with the lack of combing or any attempt to tame it. all in all, he was looking rough.

mika's co-workers were nice people, but they also didn't really notice a whole lot. his chronic disheveled appearance has become the norm and easy to ignore. there's always one or two that see the tiredness in his eyes and ask if he's alright, but it's easy to just smile and nod, easy to say he was fine and just tired. it was easy to pretend. at least with strangers it was. his sister was almost an empath with the way she was in tune with how he felt. she had been texting and calling more often lately as if knowing something wasn't quite right. he had brushed her off enough, but last night was the breaking point.

his night terrors were a common occurrence ever since leaving the military, but they had been managed with the help of his sister's herbs and some magically spiced tonics. lately, the tonics hadn't been working as well and the herbs were leaving him feeling almost despondent and bordering on numb and it was starting to scare him. he had been given medications before when he had his first break and it had left him completely numb and void of feeling, no fear or anger or even sadness or joy. nothing. that feeling was something he never wanted to feel again so he decided to suck it up and talk to his sister about it like he had promised he would do should something like this happen.

before he could head out to meet elaine at sam's bar, his boss had called him in to help with a new intake that was unable to be handled by anyone so they needed the big guns so to speak. understandably, his sister was suspicious of his need to delay their meet up, but he was quick to ease that suspicion by sending her the screenshots his boss had sent of the huddled figure curled up in the back of their intake van. after leaving home, he takes the road opposite to sam's and heads back to the shelter he had left only a few hours before. hopefully this wouldn't take too long and he would be able to still have that much needed conversation with elaine.

the trek in the soft powdery snow was rather tiresome, but it’s not as bad as a full blown winter storm so he takes it all in stride. in all honesty, it was actually quite nice. the silence aside from the sound of crunching beneath his feet and he huff of his breath. a lot of people were farther into town so it was quiet and peaceful this far from the bars.

upon entering the shelter through the employee side entrance, mika calls out to the manager who had called him in while pulling off his winter coat and hanging it on the coat rack by the door. the silence that followed was a little worrisome, but it only lasted for a minute before the sound of raised voice can be heard towards the rear office. mika follows the voices and finds the manager, henderson, talking rather animatedly with two other workers who often do more of the late night feeding and cleaning, beth and yasmin. the two ladies were clearly disheveled and looked as if they had been dealing with quite the night already. when they spot him, all three start to speak which automatically sends him into a small panic, but he quickly shuts it down and holds up his hands to fend them off.

for the next fifteen minutes, the trio fill mika in on what was going on. it seems the wildlife researchers had came across an injured wolf during their rounds at dusk and decided to step in to help out. the wolf had been quite tame when they had picked them up, but by the time they brought them to the shelter to use their larger cage, the wolf was very much awake and no longer tame. beth and yasmin had been lucky and had narrow misses with the beast, but one of the researchers had gotten quite the paw-full when the wolf clawed them rather viciously across the face.

being that he was apart of the supernatural community, mika had already figured out the wolf wasn’t a wolf by the time they finished the rundown. the wolf had not bitten or tried to bite anyone which was a red flag as true wolves will use teeth over claws. the way they talked of how smart the beast was had been another, wolves might be smart, but not to the point of understanding speech. the researchers had thought someone could have kept the wolf as a pet to cause them to act such a way.

it took only a few minutes to convince the others to let him go in alone and deal with the wolf. they didn’t want him to get hurt, but also didn’t want to go back in either so they trusted his judgement and let him go alone. mika was rightfully weary as he entered the back area where the dogs were housed and continued all the way back to where they had extra large cages for the very large breeds or multiples that were brought in together. the closer he got to the back cages, the quieter it got. the dogs housed closest to the wolf’s area were just as uneasy and kept silent to hide from the obvious predator nearby.

mika moves slowly as he nears the wolf’s kennel door and starts to speak softly as to not suddenly appear and startle the beast. “sounds like you’ve had quite the adventure,” he murmurs softly, his voice calm and steady as he comes to a stop a dozen or so feet from the kennel door where the wolf could see him, but far enough to give the beast space. “how lucid are you, wolfie? don’t think you can fool me into thinking you’re a pet like you did the others, i have met enough of you to know the signs.”

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My gallery · by **theeoutlawfaleena** » Fri Dec 13, 2024 7:50 pm

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𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ❞

forest ✧ mentions: none ✧ tags: none

surprise!If the bite of winter's bitter cold still had the potential to harm, perhaps Keiran would have fled the lakeside by now — if his circumstances had not been what they were, he would have tugged his coat a little tighter around himself and made his ascent up the hill back into civilization. In another life, he may have had an apartment or even a cabin in the woods, somewhere he could retreat to and start a fire so that he had the means to warm his hands. Perhaps he would have put on a stew, or ventured to one of the restaurants in town with a friend so that they could meet up for dinner and discuss the happenings of their day. When they walked back home, they would make their way at a hurried pace, laughing and smiling and saying their goodbyes at they sought the warmth of their domiciles once more.

surprise!But, the cold had no effect on Keiran anymore — it hadn't for a very long time. He watched as the sun dipped behind the mountains and set Sitka Bay awash in shadows again, and though it seemed like it had only risen a few hours prior, it was gone again. It was this exact sort of night-to-day cycle that made Sitka, Alaska such an ideal home for those cursed with such an... affliction, that which he had fallen victim to many years ago. Spending too long in the sun left Keiran nauseous and weary, and so he often placed himself at the edge of the shade of a tree and watched as the shadows stretched longer and longer over the ground until night fell. The coming of winter meant that it was dark far more often than it was light, and at the very least, it made moving from place to place far easier for Keiran. Sitka Bay was not home — not in the sense that Keiran could think fondly of it — but it was certainly suited perfectly for his condition, far friendlier to it than anywhere else he had ever settled for a time. He was quite sure that he would not stay there permanently. He never did, not anywhere; not when his dinner was often the locals of whatever town he was drifting through.

surprise!His most recent meal had been the night before, and it showed on his face. He was flushed, vivacious, and felt every bit the monster that he'd become. He could not say if the man had survived, for he never stuck around long enough to be certain. He drank to satisfaction, and then disappeared once more.

surprise!The sky, a hazy blue, would drift further and further into darkness until it was a deep black, stars dotting the blanket of night. It was possible that in the night, the lake would freeze over, trapping the fish beneath and leading thirsty wildlife such as deer and moose to attempt to break through with their cloven hooves. If Keiran stayed where he was for much longer, he was quite certain that he would soon be covered in a layer of snow and ice, and being fixed to one place for an indiscernible amount of time without the ability to move did not sound pleasant. Taking in a long breath, he stood from his spot and turned away from the lakeside to retreat back into the dense woods. He was not far from the small town of Sitka Bay — in fact, if he stared long enough through the trees, he could see the lights in the distance, a mere sloping hill away. Despite the short distance, he preferred to stay on the outskirts of town, for that was where he had set up a place for himself. It was hardly a nice apartment or a cozy cabin in the woods, but it was a crudely-built tent with a small fire pit, and that was enough. To any wandering eyes or curious onlookers, it was his belief that he could merely be passed off as a hunter, setting up camp in the woods while he tracked his game. He could only hope that none ever decided to investigate, or to ask him just what it was he was doing there. He was not certain he had the capacity to tell an outright untruth, but his life relied on the lies he told.

surprise!Keiran made it to his hideout after a short trek through the forest. He had left a light trail in the snow from the lakeside, but he did not imagine that it would pose a problem for him so long as he was able to stick to his story. You're just a hunter. Kneeling down at his fire pit, he fished around in his coat pocket until his fingers closed around cool metal and he brandished his lighter, clicking it open and setting his kindling aflame. The fire did nothing for him, but he liked to set it nonetheless. As to why, he could not say, and he did not want to pry too far within himself to figure it out.

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𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐍 ❞

the white crow ✧ mentions: ennis, rahul, cambri ✧ tags: lyndon, kennedy - ish

surprise!When Judah's alarm sounded off that morning and roused him to wakefulness, he had contemplated ignoring it and simply turning back over. He hardly felt like he'd gotten enough sleep to leave him feeling rested, especially since the night before in the pack house had been a particularly difficult one. Rahul and Ennis had gotten into a shouting match — he thought it was over some witch, though he couldn't remember fully — and it had quickly turned into a physical altercation. Judah couldn't say that he didn't love a good fight every now and then, but when he could feel that it had potential to leave cracks in the pack's foundation, he did not enjoy it nearly as much, especially since both Rahul and Ennis were like very real family to him. It was over before he had ever even been able to really consider getting in the middle of them, but how long it lasted mattered little; the damage had been done, and Judah felt the tension weighing heavy on his shoulders. In search of some reprieve, he had left the cabin in the middle of the night and gone for a run, first as himself — then, as the moon crawled across the sky, he allowed himself to change shape. It was an urge that lodged itself at all times in the back of his mind, and some nights found it far easier to control than others. When in comparison to the other members of the pack, he still felt as though he was rather inexperienced and clumsy in identifying himself with his other form, seeing as he could not yet retain every bit of the memory of what he'd done when he shifted. His wolf did not feel like him, not yet, but he gave in to the urge the night prior. Perhaps that was why he was so sluggish in the morning, his muscles sore and his head swimming — nonetheless, he had managed to drag himself out of bed, if not merely because he did not feel like staying another minute in that house, not while the tension was so palpable that it felt as sharp as a razor's edge.

surprise!Judah had gone first to the gym, which was his usual stop. He'd met Cambri briefly there, but her shift started soon after and she was not able to stick around long, thus he spent most of his workout session in boring, drudging silence. Turns out that upper body day is not nearly as entertaining when you're alone. He contemplated stopping by that cafe she'd mentioned as he was leaving, but he decided that it would be a betrayal to go without her — that, and he was not sure he could stand the smell of coffee on that day in particular, not with the headache that gathered at his temples. After the gym, a normal day would have seen him returning to the cabin, but he could not bring himself to, not when all that was said and done still hung in the air over all their heads. Instead, he ventured out into the woods and found some hiking trails, and it was there that he spent most of his time as the day stretched into the night. Planes and jets had flown overhead and he watched them from his place on the ground, silently wondering if any of the passengers looked out their windows and considered Sitka Bay, even for a moment. It was winter, and so the sun was down again only a few hours after it had come up, casting this tiny town into the shadow of night — probably not, he decided.

surprise!He headed back into town once it was dark. With nowhere else to go, he settled on The White Crow, even though he faced the very real risk of Rahul being there. At least he would likely be easier to talk to than Ennis. Though he and Rahul did not always see eye-to-eye on things, Judah could not deny the lingering desire to check up on him, at least for a bit. Werewolf fights tended to get ugly, and it was not often that either party left without a considerable amount of scratches or bruises. The moment he pulled the door open, he felt the glamour settle over him like a familiar blanket, the charm placed over it making it so that he would seem nothing more and nothing less than normal should human eyes happen to perceive him. However, there was something about The White Crow that evening that was quite far from even their version of normal — upon his entry, he stopped short at the sight of an orange as it sailed past his head and landed somewhere on the other side of the room.

My gallery · by **ꜱᴀʟᴇᴍ.** » Sat Dec 14, 2024 1:31 am

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[♡] nearing the end of a twelve hour shift - having gotten very little sleep the night before - jc was undeniably exhausted. her glasses rested comfortably on the bridge of her nose as she went through a pile of paperwork sat on the desk in front of her, blinking more frequently than usual due to the lack of sleep. "hey, nurse c! doc assured me i am not dying, i'll be out of here within the hour!" tearing her eyes away from the forms before her, she saw one of the center's more regular patients staggering back into his room after chasing one of his neighbours. nigel was a hypochondriac, he showed up there a lot. like, all the time. he was nothing if not consistent! "that's great, nigel! maybe leave it another week or so before you have to come back here, yeah?" jc chuckled to herself as another nurse sidled up to the desk.

"when are you off?" he asked, tapping the paperwork that jc had quickly gone back to scribbling on. uhh, imminently! just could a couple more of these to sign and then boom!" she responded without even shifting her gaze, "why, what's up?" jc could see the man shrug in the corner of her eye and watched as a small, cheeky grin appeared on his face. with a deep sigh, she signed the last form and put her pen in her pocket. jc slid each of the forms into their rightful folders, and then looked up at the man stood in front of her. "before you ask, the answer is no. as it has been, multiple times," the brunette spoke flatly as she walked to the nurse's lounge to gather her belongings, eli following close behind. "oh come on jules, why not?" jc paused what she was doing briefly before putting her hoodie on over her scrubs and slinging her bag over her shoulder, "well, the first reason is that you call me 'jules'. don't make that a thing. the second is: i don't date colleagues!"

as she began walking out of the lounge eli followed once more, clearly trying to think of something smart to say. "you know, you really shouldn't follow a woman out of her workplace." she trilled, a little spring appearing her step. "that's a dumb rule." was all the man could muster. jc stopped in her tracks and huffed, spinning on her heels to meet his gaze, "it's a good rule. mature, actually, if you even know what that means. but that's just me! someone will come along for you." she gave him a warm smile and a pat on the shoulder before turning around to walk away again, this time with nobody trailing behind.

as she walked out of the center's doors jc rummaged round in her bag to find her car keys, first brushing over the ridiculously large flashlight that cambri had given her jokingly. she couldn't help but snort out a little laugh at the memory of the interaction as she continued the search for her keys. ah-hah! lifting the keys out of her bag jc made her way over to her car, a small, dark grey mini cooper, and unlocked it.
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arriving back at her apartment building, jc hauled her heavy-feeling body inside her home. she was greeted by the soft yet needy meows of her little british shorthair cat. the sun was setting, but every other second there was a ray of light shining through the windows onto mino's brown fur making him glow. "oh, my little angel! how are you, sweet boy?" she cooed, picking her fur baby up and cradling him in her arms. he let out little trills in response as he settled in her arms, purring loudly. "time for your dinner, mino!" jc planted a firm kiss on the top of the tom's head before setting him down on the kitchen counter and getting his food ready for him.

after around fifteen minutes had passed, jc looked at the time on her phone. "hmm, i may as well go to sam's for a little bit." she muttered to herself, seemingly deep in thought. still in her scrubs, she looked herself up and down. 'well this just won't do.' jc spent the next fifteen minutes having a quick shower and dressing up just a little. a long-sleeved shirt tucked into her usual flared jeans, a baggy shirt over the top of it, and her thick coat over everything. 'where on earth are my boots?' jc scanned her living room only to find her boots scattered on each end of the room, with one having suffered the wrath of little mino; her left boot had little bite marks on the neck. "mino! you haven't done that in so long, what has gotten into you?" she let out a sigh as she pulled the boots on- nobody would notice, right?

having pulled herself together, jc planted yet another kiss on the top of mino's head, picked up her phone and her bag, and exited her apartment. sam's bar wasn't too far away, absolutely within walking distance, and jc was trying so hard not to be lazy now- not that is was going entirely well. her stomach rumbled as she walked, reminding her that the only thing she had eaten in the last seventeen hours was a sandwich. 'oh yes, that's what i've been missing. all the more reason to get to sam's!' she thought, wrapping her coat tighter around herself.

My gallery · by **друг** » Sun Dec 15, 2024 6:46 am

❝ THEM COSSACK STEEDS, BAPTISED IN GUNFIRE!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxMAN THEY LOOK GOOD, TEARING THROUGH THE DARK OF HALF PAST TWO

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"You seen Rahul around? Ain't he s'posed to be workin' tonight?"

My gallery · by **Consulting_Angel** » Wed Dec 18, 2024 11:06 am

Calliope Keating
24 | Female | Human
Location: Nevermind The Vinyl -> Outside/Sam's
Tagged: Open

'Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you,
And the way you look tonight'

Calliope hummed along to the song that crooned out of her gramophone - an old thing that she'd painstakingly restored herself a couple of years ago, always knowing that she'd wanted it as part of her shop - while she leaned forward on the counter and read a book that had been delivered with a stack of others that morning. She had yet to actually finish sorting through the books and get them priced up and on the shelves, but had gotten distracted. Not that there was any particular rush to do so. Life in Sitka Bay wasn't fast - well, it wasn't for her - and she liked that. She got a steady, manageable flow of customers every day she was open, though most of her sales tended to be from customers that wanted her to source a specific book or vinyl record, and would inevitably find another thing or two to pick up while they were in the shop. One thing Calliope especially liked was finding out what went on around the town, whether from customers that told her directly, or she'd overhear it from the quiet conversations customers would have while browsing. One thing in particular that she'd been told earlier that day had been that apparently an injured wolf had been found and was being taken care of at the animal shelter, so that was something she quite hoped to find out more about.

After a while, Calliope stuck a bookmark into the book she'd been reading, setting it on the counter as she stood up straight, stretching her back and shoulders. She carefully moved the needle of the gramophone back to position, and placed the record back into its sleeve, setting it to one side as she then idly flipped through a box of vinyl records next to the gramophone, choosing the next record to play. Before long, another song started to play, and Calliope figured that she should work through the box of books that she'd been meaning to sort out. She'd check the online price, and then add a price label to the back of the cover, before arranging the books alphabetically by authors' surname, taking a few at a time to shelf.
She had the occasional customer enter as she worked, and by the time she'd finished working through the box of books, it was already very dark out. Time to close up for the evening, then, Calliope thought, and she took the record out of the gramophone, placing that back into its sleeve, before gathering her thick coat, gloves and a handbag. She lived in the apartment above her shop, but tonight she wanted to go for a walk. Sitka Bay was perhaps one of only a handful of places she felt safe walking alone at night, and she could always make a stop at Sam's to check out what was going on there.

Setting the alarm, and then locking the shop door, Calliope started the walk, trudging through the snow, humming to herself as she went. She couldn't help, as she approached Sam's, looking around at some of the other buildings in the town. Despite having lived here for a good few years, she was still in awe at how extravagant some of the buildings were, especially one that was in the downtown area. That, and there was also the building that seemed entirely disused. Whenever she'd walked by it in the past, she'd always have an odd, compelling feeling to stay away from it, even though there was always a bit of curiosity in the back of her mind.
Anyway - she focused ahead of her as she approached ever closer to Sam's.

Everett Deveraux
28 | Male | Enclave Advisor
Location: The White Crow
Tagged: Billie/Various Mentions

"See, it's going to be totally chill-" Everett said, as he practically pranced into The White Crow, essentially dragging Billie along with him. It had taken quite the convincing to get the enclave leader to join him in the bar that night, after spending the day hanging out in the bookshop that Billie's family owned, and trying not to break something with the new spell Everett had been testing out. He'd failed at not breaking something, but fortunately it had been an object rather than a body part, but the spell had eventually worked - a sort of curse-cleansing spell that took a lot of effort and ingredients. More than once he had to take a visit to Elaine to restock something from her today. Still easier than the 'commune with the dead' spell that his family were particularly secretive and protective of. Now that was a spell that took effort, and would take him out for the rest of the day.
Mostly, he thought they could do with a chance to properly unwind, even if it did happen to be in a neutral space for the supernatural beings that resided in the town. It couldn't be easy being the leader of an enclave of witches that, for a couple of the members, had a direct hand in the werewolf pack and vampire coven that were in town. Everett had promised - half-jokingly but also sort of not - to bite anyone that bothered them, before weaponising pleading puppy dog eyes as a final persuasion technique.

Anyway - as Everett had entered, Billie in tow, his sentence had been cut off as he watched the last of the orange-throwing session that had just occurred. Now who would be throwing oranges of all things around at the other bar patrons- oh it was Lyndon. Well, that explained it. The main target had been, it seemed, one of the vampires, Kennedy, who had fought back with said oranges. As long as they didn't find their way in his direction - if he was hit in the face by one he would never ever forgive Lyndon for a whole day or two. Everett put his hands on his hips, staring at Lyndon like a disappointed parent, unable to stop a smile from cracking through, before zipping over to an empty booth and sliding into the seat.
"Well - at least it's not too chaotic." Everett said to Billie, even though it was very chaotic, as he idly scanned the cocktail and specials menus that stood on the table - he liked something fancy and probably expensive that he could sip on while talking or watching the activity that went on in the bar. In The White Crow, Everett was more of an observer, sometimes cheering on if there was something particularly exciting (or as support if one of his fellow witches was causing some sort of chaos).
"Soooooo what would you like?" Everett asked Billie, leaning over the table towards them as he slid over the menus.

My gallery · by **Foe Paw** » Fri Dec 20, 2024 11:24 am

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[ werewolf— he/him — 27 ] [ location — animal shelter ] [tagged — mika ] [mentioned — ennis, yanan, hera]

this might end up stacking up to the worst back-to-back pair of days rahul ever had.

yesterday, the alpha had finally deigned to do away with the hinting and the disappointed looks and hand down the heavy-handed edict, forbidding rahul from the company of his oldest friend and closest ally - by coincidence, a witch. the gall of it still sent his teeth to grinding. rahul knew the reason, of course - ennis thought it was pack first, wolves second, everything else a distant third, and was set to painting anyone who couldn't wear the fur as sinister shapes looming in the night. that he'd try to apply the same brush to hera and josh veilmoor was frankly bizarre - like ennis could have had any conversation with either of the witches without seeing that the two of them were entirely dedicated to peace and diplomacy. hell, rahul had known hera longer than he'd even been part of the pack - they'd spent their days together since childhood. lazy afternoons running through her mom's overgrown garden, with hera pointing out the plants that could be used in potions - being called away from playing in the rain to eat carrot cake - she might as well be his sister.

and here comes big, strong ennis, all but calling her a liar. impugning her character. saying her and the white crow would ever do something dangerous to the pack, just because ennis couldn't conceive of a world where not everyone bought on to his little crusade against witches and vampires, where people would go to a bar for reasons other than to plot his downfall. not having enough of an argument to persuade anyone he was right, ennis appealed to his status as alpha to try to force rahul away from hera.

so he lost his temper, and shortly after, the fight.

today he went back to yanan with his tail between his legs, to ask for healing. any conversation was smothered in the cradle by the atmosphere - rahul too hurt and angry to say anything without his teeth growing into fangs in his mouth, and besides, he could hear the heavy overtones of "i told you so" coming from his friend without having to open his mouth at all. he absconded shortly after, healer's advice aside - it would have been smarter to let the spell run its course and leave pack lands in the morning, but he didn't want to look at yanan or ennis or any of them.

so he left. the healing spell made him feel strange - dizzy, and nauseous. it was almost like the spell sanded off the part of his brain that he used to keep his temper in check. he couldn't make it ten feet before he started to ruminate on the fight again, going over it and the argument - he almost had that smug dog too, near the end - and before he noticed, he was in wolf shape again. he couldn't drive like this, and going back in and asking yanan for help would only have got him called an idiot again. so walking back it was. limping, more like.

he made it maybe a third of the long, painful journey through the snow-covered forest, in the big loop that would let him get from pack lands in the north to his own home near the air strip without ever having to cross into town while he couldn't keep his shape under control. he'd paused, to let some of the nausea settle down, underneath a pair of trees whose dense canopies shielded the forest floor from the snow, and curled in.

when he woke, he was in a cage.

he had a little bit of a freakout. just a small one - howling for help, clawing desperately at the cage door to unlatch it, trying to force his paws to turn back to the digits he'd need to escape escape escape this cold, confined space and to hell if the upset human voices he heard would see him shift. only - he couldn't. during the time he slept, the dizziness and nausea of the healing spell - maybe mixed with whatever he got given while in a cage - had transmuted into a blinding headache. everything spun. the smell of medicine and tired generosity didn't at all undercut the overpowering scent of disease and frightened animals stacked around.

he couldn't move. he didn't know where he was. he was furious.

when they moved to touch him, he lashed out. staying in this cage - small enough that if he jostled around he could touch all four sides of it - was humiliating, but like hell he'd let them graduate to manhandling. when he made contact with one, feeling blood bloom under his claws, the group of them finally retreated, leaving rahul to press his head against the cold side of the cage, eyes closed to shelter it against the rough fluorescent lighting of the place, and to heave in peace. again, he tried to change back to unlatch the cage from the inside, but something was stuck. he was stuck. rahul howled in frustration, feeling the panicked frenzy he woke up in start to claw its way back up through the desperation. he collapsed against the floor of the cage, and stayed there - with intermittent attempts to shift. he didn't know how long it was until the door opened again. rahul started his growl up again, daring them to come closer, but the figure didn't. they stayed well away, and - spoke to him.

that was surprising enough to get him to try to focus through the nausea. most of the rest of the - vets - were painfully human, and spoke past him with no concern for letting their target listen in on their strategizing for how they were planning to move him around. this one, though...

rahul breathed in deeply, trying to get a scent. past the animal smells, and the chemicals, and the human's blood spilled around, all of which smells he'd been stewing in for the past hours - ah, there. bone-deep tiredness and petrichor. not a vampire, certainly, and not a werewolf - he'd have recognized whoever this was. a witch, maybe... ? they were harder to detect through smell only. still. he was being engaged with, finally. he clambered up to his feet, maintaining eye contact with the figure from across the kennel. he couldn't bring himself to try to maintain a conversation through barking, like some sort of dog performing tricks for a trainer, but he brought up his bloodstained paw to the locked cage door, rapping against it one, two, three times. knock knock knock - open this door.

My gallery · by **друг** » Sun Dec 22, 2024 5:35 am

❝ wish I could roll the windows down,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut the snow has swallowed up our little town

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tagging; cyrus
mentioned; cambri
location; sam's bar
twenty-eightx⋅xcismale, he/himx⋅xhuman

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Ah!

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someone must have lost badly

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barkeep

hey you

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"Oh, maybe. Gimme a sec,"

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"There you go."

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I'll make sure they keep their hands to themselves if they get rowdy.

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"Thanks, man. I'm hoping to avoid any fights tonight. The medical center's probably busy enough as it is, with the weather and all."

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"Do you work with them, at Noble Veins?"

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every single time

My gallery · by **st. serpent** » Sun Dec 22, 2024 12:12 pm

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𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖆 𝖉𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆 𝖛𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖌 ─── ♰ ♰ ─
♰ ♰ ─── ⋯ ── 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢
location apartment ➝ sam's // mood petty, sarcastic // tag(s) arno, cyrus // mention(s) wade, sloan

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“unfortunately, cyrus didn’t respond to my calls either, mr. van den berg,”

“i’d hazard a guess he must’ve had his phone off the entire day, that boy…”

“but the car is ready, sir, that is, if you’re still set on meeting him”

"oh, and about wade?"

"he's doing well sir. i've just received confirmation from block 117. seems like putting him in the logistics division was an apt choice"

"i'm sure he's managed well. he's a stronger man than you may presume sir, you needn't worry"

"and sloan. she's all fine as well?"

"all fine, sir. i could call her to set an appointment, if that's what you'd prefer"

"tell wade i'd like to meet him soon. and sloan too, of course"

“we’re going to sam’s,”

"i'm half-asian and a vampire. what'd you expect?"

“mr. van den berg. um, good evening, sir”

“at ease please, gentlemen. we all know i’m not coming for your heads tonight,”

“i’ve heard cyrus was here? could one of you kindly let me know whe—”

“so is this how you celebrate my welcome-back party...? without me?”

“i’m sorry. i fail to remember if we have met before. i’m maya, i hope we can be well-acquainted”

“you know, if you would’ve texted me that arno was coming along, i would’ve prepared a gift for him too”

“how… rude of me”

“clearly you’re preoccupied right now. so i’ll take my leave. i do hope you like your little gift”

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