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[Ashton_99]

<<Dakota M. Calhoun>>
○ Pack Member ○ ♀ ○ 26 ○ Pan ○ Location: Cabin + surrounding forest ○ Tags: the pack ○
Dakota barely managed to pull herself from her own thoughts by the time Johann made it out to the cars by her. Instinct alone drove her to return the hug and she managed a shaky breath before he let go. She looked him over one more time before giving a settled smile, "You're a damn idiot." It didn't have any bite behind it, Dakota just couldn't muster it. She got into the car under his order. Emotions didn't matter when it came to orders, that much she could settle with.

For her the ride home was pure exhaustion, more quiet and more sitting still just made everything worse when it mixed with the turmoil of the day. She followed with her head down, focusing on the way her boots crunched in the gravel. She sighed heavily when Johann finished talking. He made her want to scream and yell, just let him know exactly how angry and scared she was. But Dakota didn't have the energy to do anything more than what she always did- work.

"Well because of your outburst, they made you, me, and probably Lu too. I don't know about Annie or anyone else but anyone who got made shouldn't be alone unless its with people in town we know are human." Dakota scrubbed her hands over her face. She was a notable tracker by trade, that much she could add to the conversation, "I got the big guy's scent and two more I didn't recognize but I couldn't find who they belonged to because of the situation, but I remember them. Hunters usually work in small groups but there might still be more." Her tone was dry and hard, settled with it all. She took off her hat and pulled her hair loose from the way she had styled it for the funeral. Stress was going to kill her if those hunters didn't get to her first.

[bee]

────𝐵𝑅𝑈𝑁𝑂 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑇 𝐵𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑅 !!

pack memberx21 y/oldxxxxlocation.xleaving funeralxxxxtaggedxleo (elowyia, tema, johann)
xxxx the two walked quickly out of the funeral and towards the beckoning doors of freedom. leo walked behind him in a fashion of protection, supposedly getting the gist of bruno's attempt to be discreet by the nervous eye contact with johann and the rapid rush out of the room. for that, bruno was thankful. to most he'd turn on his heel and chide something along the lines of "i can handle myself, i'm not a princess." but leo was thoughtful and softhearted, and his broad shoulders were undeniably good coverage. it made something in bruno's heart shift and caused his ears to warm up, and he smiled gently and looked over his shoulder to shoot leo an appreciative glance.

bruno's head snapped back around as he felt a rush of air pass him. elowyia was bustling out the door ahead of them, face red and flushed. the boy's nose and dark brows scrunched in a look of judgement as the blond shot out of the building and disappeared, just moments before bruno's own hand swung the entrance open. he didn't have much of an opinion on her. she was generally quiet, someone bruno didn't pay much mind to. obviously she was a hothead when poked at. similar to bruno, even though his method was sneering sarcasm rather then blunt aggressiveness. oh, well. to each their own.

he raised a hand to shield his eyes as he stepped into the daylight, giving them a heartbeat to adjust. with the warmth of the sun came the release of the funeral's anxieties. the birds chirped, the lukewarm breeze played with dark locks of hair. much better then a stuffy room full of stuffy people and a dead guy. "where to?" amber eyes flitted to the man now walking beside him comfortably. "your house? mine? i doubt you want to be surrounded by my group, neither do i. johann will probably throw a knife at my head the moment i walk in." hand lifted out of the pockets of his black coat to fiddle with the chain dangling from his belt loop. his attention was drawn away for just a moment as a tan, brown haired girl slipped out of the building behind them - she seemed to look over the both of them before hurrying away. then she was off and out of sight, just like everyone else in cranberry. busy.

bruno's attention snapped back to leo. "find max?" he offered with a shrug. "annoying the grumpy butt might make the day a bit better."

[InfiresAddiction]

♄ Zhou Li Chen ♄
◂ Location ➵ Funeral,,,Town | Mentions ➵ Bruno (Elowyia and Tema)▸
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Leo, who was looking around around as they walked out, caught the younger's eye as he turned back, returning the smile. Leo was always one to rush and help others, but helping his friend made him feel even more warmer inside. Leo never told the younger, but he was rather protective of him-him and Max. Perhaps it was just because he was older and had a natural instinct to look out for them, but there were times he let them get into messes and get out of it themselves. They were fully capable and didn't need him. He often justified this behavior by the fact that he always wanted siblings growing up, but of course, one needed their parents for that to happen.

He looked away from Bruno as a clothed arm brushing against him, his eyes following Elowyia as she burst out of the building and swiftly made her way down the street and out site. His eyebrows furrowed as he wondered if the girl was okay. He didn't know what had gotten her into such a twist and made a note to go by the bookstore and check on her sometime after work. He was grateful to her for complimenting his drawings and listening to him talk about his cat. He missed Xiao dearly, and talking about her helped.

Leo gave a visible shudder as Bruno mentioned his pack house, shaking his head rapidly. "No way." He said dubiously. Despite having nothing against the wolves, Leo still felt uneasy around them. Whether it being his fear of dogs and wolves, or his wriggling belief that they all used some form of black magic or voodoo to shape shift, he didn't like to spend too much time in their company. Bruno was a rare exception, perhaps this being because he grew up alongside the dark haired boy.

He laughed as Bruno mentioned the knife and tapped his head. "You're so hardheaded, that knife would break in half as soon as it touched it. Superman would be shaking in his speedos." He quipped. His attention was drawn away momentarily as Tema walked by them, looking at them briefly. He gave her a warm smile, his eyes twinkling. After working in the cafe for so many years, he had perfected this look. Not that it was fake, but he made it look as friendly as possible. He didn't personally know Tema, but she'd come in the cafe a few times, and had give her name for her order. Leo prided himself in never forgetting a name of face.

Leo looked away from Tema and tilted his head at Bruno, thinking about it before shrugging. "I haven't seen him all morning. Thought he was going to stop by the cafe and say hi, but I guess he got busy. We can find him, though." He turned halfway and looked back at the building before grinning slightly at Bruno. "I don't suppose you saw him while making your fashionably late entrance?" He asked,raising a playful eyebrow.

♆ Bright Malinon ♆
⦉ Second in Command| Location ➵ Funeral,,, Cabin | Mentions ➵ Farris ⦊
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Bright watched Elowyia storm off with blazing eyes, breathing harshly as the adrenaline rush calmed down. He felt the familiar throbbing of anger in him even though the energy rush was calming down. It wasn't Elowyia who had caused him to become so enraged, he didn't know why he was like this. It came in random bursts, consuming his mind. Even though Elowyia didn't cause it, she did add fuel to the fire; a lot of it. Luckily, the hunters knew not to interact with him too much during these episodes, as he tended to lash out harshly at them. Feeling the need to release some of his anger, he kicked a box in the direction the bookstore worker had gone, growling as it did nothing. He kicked another on, this one containing times. It crashed down with a dull thud and shattering sounds, perhaps containing fragile items.

Hands touched him, and he jerked away before allowing himself to be steered around through the halls, puffing and glaring as he was pushed along. It took him a minute to realize he had been asked a question, and he replied with a shrug and a curt "Better not." They made their way out into the street and Bright visibly calmed down slightly. He was breathing normally now, and not moving as stiffly as he had before, but he was still filled with an animal-like madness, his endlessly black hues smoldering. He sneered at Farris' remark, but made no angry retort in fear that he would lose his tongue and cause her to get mad at him. And if she got mad a him, then she wouldn't talk to him anymore and he'd be more lonely. The thought scared him horribly, his eyes widening as if he'd come to a sudden epiphany. Normally, Bright would have cracked the slightest smile or snapped back at her with a smart retort, but he didn't trust himself to speak right now. Even when he wasn't having an episode, he still disliked talking.

He was none too pleased to have been dragged to the diner, not at all keen on getting put on delivery boy duty. After arguing and nearly throwing the boxes on the floor, he sucked it up and plodded alongside Farris silently all the way home. He snorted at her call, this perhaps being the closet sing of amusement that he could give at the moment. He gabbed a meal box and moved passed Farris as she stat down, relatively quite until a loud slam echoed through the house. As he walked pass his bed, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye and paused. It was his reflection. His dyspeptic reflection stared back at him, lip curled slightly up and nose flaring. "You're such a mess." He snarled a his reflection, becoming more angry as the reflection angrily mouthed the words back at him. He stared at it for a few seconds more before arching to the desk and plopping down in the chair, angrily chewing a fry and mumbling under his breath as he started writing down his observations from the funeral. Even when he was like this, Bright still prioritized his work. He had to work quickly, as someone else might need to use the desk. He didn't mind the small aesthetic cabin, but sharing the room with other hunters was a problem when Bright was in his moods.

[Stargazer3000]

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Johann Vidar | tagged: Lou, Annie, Dakota, Bruno | location: pack cabin
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Johann nodded silently as he listened to Dakota lay out their current situation, beginning to slowly pace along the waters edge until she was finished. "Okay," he murmured, so softly that it was almost snatched up and carried away by the wind before ever reaching the pack's ears. After a moment more of pacing and furrowed brows as he considered their options, he came back to a standstill. "Okay," Johann repeated, more firmly this time, "So they know about half the pack, but we've only really seen and scented two of them, the big guy and his 'wife'. Plus the two that Dakota caught wind of, so that's four. But we still don't know how many of them there are, not really. Hiding up here until they leave isn't an option, and taking them on without knowing how many there are or what they look like would be a dangerous gamble - we've got to head into town and start asking around. Someone here must have seen something or someone suspicious; they won't be able to hide for long," he concluded, firm and resolute in his decision.

However, the pack looked anything but ready for a serious, potentially dangerous scouting mission and Johann didn't have the heart to ask it from them, especially not after his mistake that morning had cost them so dearly. "Tomorrow we'll get back into town but for tonight let's just...recuperate," he stated, the softness returning to his voice. "I'll make dinner tonight, and if anyone has seen Bruno or has his number, let him know that if he's not up here by dinner, I'll go down and get him myself."

[NoApologies]

𝙴𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚢𝚒𝚊|𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗; 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎|𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍; n/𝚊

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xxHer steps had taken her back to the bookstore, inevitably, as it was on her way home, and Elowyia stood outside for a moment. The store was closed for the rest of the day, as both her coworker and the owner were out of town and Elowyia had been at the funeral. Customers knew not to show, even though few ever did. She could easily unlock again and spend some much needed time in the quiet corners. Her anger had begun to give way to every other feeling she had shoved deep down during her brief encounter with the strangers, and the overwhelming fear and helplessness was getting to be more than a bit much. Shuddering at the onslaught of emotion, she dug into her backpack again for the keys to the store, chewing on her final bite of bread as she twisted the metal into the lock. As the blonde yanked open the rather heavy glass door, she shifted the jam so it would stay propped open some, letting in the beginnings of an evening breeze. There was never enough airflow in the store, in Elowyia's opinion, despite the many windows between shelves that she often left open overnight during the warmer months.
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xxMaking her way to the back, she plopped down heavily on her favorite window seat, dropping her bag to the ground and grabbing a random book off the nearby shelf. She still had a good view of the front, as the aisles weren't long and the store was small, and so didn't worry about the open door. The book she held was worn and its pages yellow with age. Looking over the cover, Elowyia couldn't help but allow her features to twist up into a crooked smile. Of course it was on the lore of werewolves. Sighing, she let the literature slide to her lap as her head dropped into her hands. Of course it was. This whole thing, this whole affair was probably due to the werewolves. It was ridiculous. When she was little, she hadn't even thought they were anything more than creatures from fairy tales, and now she was getting into fights with people taking pictures of them in human form. She felt bad for the book in her lap as the first tears hit its cover.

[Wallflower11]

Tema Snow
| Location - Tema's House/Forest (I'm going to create it in the Sims later) | tagged/interacting - none (AVAILABLE)|
(Briefly mentioned: )

Tema had quickly stopped into the main house where her land-lady lived to tell her about the funeral. She left out all the chaos with the stranger and Johann, though knowing that that would just worry the old women. Mirabelle, her landlady had lived in Cranberry all her life and knew of practically everyone though she didn't get out as much as she used to, due to her age which was the reason she hadn't been able to attend Lars' funeral. Mirabelle was very nice like a surrogate grandmother to Tema, one of those things Tema had never had growing up.

Tema shut the door in a rush looking at her watch, it was getting late. If she wanted to get any hiking or sketching or even reference pictures done she would have to hurry. Though she didn't believe what her mother's journals had said about there being 'werewolves' in Cranberry, there were wolves in the area surrounding the town and other not so nice creatures so being out after dark was not really something Tema really wanted to do especially in the forest.

She got herself dressed in a t-shirt, and some athletic pants/leggings, and quickly packed her work supplies in her bag. Throwing on her windbreaker and hiking boots she checked the contents of her backpack once more to be sure she had all the necessary items. "Sketchbook, yep. Pencils, yes. Phone, check. Camera, flashlight, keys, all there." As soon as Tema felt comfortable with the state of her belongings and that if she came back late the house wasn't a total mess.

She opened the door breathing in the nice afternoon air. The air cleared a lot of the leftover darkness from her thoughts. As she left the property she passed Mirabelle sitting on her front porch in her rocking chair. Tema waved as Mirabelle called over, "Hello Deary! Going out for a walk?"

"Yes, Ms.Rohdes," Tema replied with her biggest smile, Mirabelle was, other than Lars, the only person she knew in Cranberry and she was always easy to talk to even for the socially sheltered Tema.

"If you're not back by 9:30 I'll notify the sheriff," Mirabelle said. Though Tema wasn't all that worried, this was her and Mirabelle's normal deal. Mirabelle knew Tema didn't have any family and that many friends so she tried to make sure Tema was safe.

Tema quickly decided what trail she was going to use and headed off. She got aways down the trail before sitting down to sketch, first snapping some pictures on her camera to make sure she got the colors for later, then getting her stuff out of her bag and set an alarm on her phone so she could get back in time.

[Stargazer3000]

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Farris Sannhildr | tagged: Bright | location: hunter house,
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Farris hummed contentedly as she threw her now completely empty take-out box into the garbage, happily licking the remnants of salt and grease off her fingers as she bounded upstairs. She slipped into the tiny room that she shared with the other women in the group, swapping out the funeral blacks for a far more practical pair of hiking pants and a henley while stuffing more layers into her bag along with a water bottle, notebook, and fresh memory card for her camera. Once she was fully ready to go, she ripped two pages out of her notebook, scrawling on one in big, looping letters, "Come find me for scouting" with some coordinates below the lettering. On the second she wrote "Going scouting, extra food downstairs, if I don't return please assume I was abducted for a 'Children of the Corn' reenactment and leave me to my unfortunate and poorly written fate " onto the page, before gingerly folding the note into quarters. One her way downstairs she slipped the second folded note under the door to Bright's room, knowing that he likely would appreciate some space following the antics at the funeral, but that he wouldn't appreciate her vanishing without any communication. The first note she left pinned to the door while pulling on her muddy hiking boots from that morning, hoping that one of her teammates would see it and follow the coordinates to join her for some quality scouting time.

An easy smile fell onto her face as she made her way further and further away from the town of Cranberry and up into the surrounding mountains; the sun was shining as the sounds of the forest enveloped her like returning home, and she hummed quietly to herself as she followed the designated trails. Occasionally she'd pause and take some photos of the plants and local fauna, scribbling down notes as she did, but for the most part her walk went uninterrupted. However, just before she was going to step off the trail and head towards the coordinates that she'd left at the house -likely just another 'X' waiting to be added to her map- she spotted a familiar face up the trail. Her small smile broke out into a genuine grin as she approached the other, girl, making sure the make enough noise that her arrival wouldn't be an unpleasant surprise. "Hey there, Tema, right? What are you doing all the way up here?" She questioned warmly, gesturing around to the aspen grove they currently found themselves situated in.

[Ashton_99]

<<Dakota M. Calhoun>>
○ Pack Member ○ ♀ ○ 26 ○ Pan ○ Location: Cabin + surrounding forest ○ Tags: the pack ○
Dakota waited for a few moments to see if anyone else would chip in while she thought on her own. The entire time she was either shifting on her feet or pacing along the shore line. She was never very good at staying still. Taking the week off of work had already been a hard sell for her boss- the county sheriff, and she doubted she could get any more time off with how understaffed they tended to be. Going back to work did give Dakota an option that she instantly felt torn on offering. As a sheriff's deputy she could technically have a reason to look in to strangers who had shown up around the time that a man in town had been killed. And as much as she hated the idea, Dakota knew that if it came down to it she would use her position in the sheriff's department for the pack even if the thought made her sick. Finally, Dakota forced herself in to the choice, "Well. When I get back to work I have reason to go poking around. I'm not technically on Lars's case but I know the guy who is and the sheriff would probably give me a little leeway."

She made a vague motion with her hands that gave the impression that that was all she had to offer before she turned heel and made her way up to the cabin, she needed to change. Mostly to herself Dakota grumbled, "I really hate this dress." She hadn't hated it two days ago, but now there was a bitterness attached to it. Oh it was so going to get burned.

Dakota threw herself onto her bed for a few minutes, letting the world fall away until it was just her in her room. Only then could she pull herself together enough to fix herself up. She showered and changed into jeans, a tank top, and plaid shirt. She braided her hair back and for once, left her hat abandoned on her night stand.

[APH Siantia]

𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗
➢ pack member | female | twenty-two | location - pack cabin + surrounding area | mentions/tags - the pack
After the while situation that happened at the funeral, Annie didn’t really want to speak to Johann. But she knew that he was only thinking protectively. Yes, he did make a situation that could have ended worse but she knew he meant the best deep down. Annie followed the rest of the pack back out to the parking lot and got in their respective rides back to the cabin. It was uncomfortably silent and all she wanted to do was disappear. She looked out the window trying to figure out what to say to Johann because she knew that he was feeling terrible. Finally they arrived at the pack cabin and she stepped out of the car and smiled softly at her pack mates. They all had gathered around Johann to listen to what he had to say. She could ask people about the new people in the diner when she works her waitress shift. When people are eating they tend to talk a lot and she always uses it as a chance to eavesdrop for the pack. Once their meeting was over she headed back upstairs to her room. She laid on the bed thinking about the funeral. She didn’t really have a chance to move on with the whole scene that happened. Annie started up at the ceiling taking in all its imperfections and felt a tear fall from her eyes. She quickly stood up and wiped her face. She didn’t have time to sit and mourn. There were still hunters out and about. Walking out of her room she walked down the stairs past all her pack mates and out into the surrounding area of the cabin. She might as well do a patrol since she didn’t have anything better to do.

i feel like it started out terribly but ended alright lmaoooo

[Wallflower11]

Tema Snow
| Location - Forest | tagged/interacting - Farris |

Tema looked up from her sketch slightly startled, she had heard something moving in the brush but hadn't quite realized it was a person, let alone someone who knew her. It took her a second to place the women's face even though she met her earlier in the day. A small smile crossed her face, she was unusually happy to run into another person up here. Usually, she would just nod and let them on there way but Farris had this bright energy to her that made Tema relax a bit. It was something hard to describe but she just had this honest quality, though Tema wasn't quite sure if there was something hidden behind it like there was with most people. She didn't think that if Farris was somehow dangerous that she meant Tema any harm.

"Hi, Farris?" Tema stumbled, her brain trying to switch its attention from observing and drawing her surroundings to interacting with other people and holding a conversation. "I'm just sketching," she answered Farris' question. Then realizing she probably needed a bit more context, Tema continued, "I paint, uh, for a living. So I'm just getting some sketches so I can work on making some more works to sell."

She remembered when she ran into Farris earlier she had been looking for some family heirlooms that she had left in the event hall earlier (which now that Tema thought about it was a bit weird but she just gave it a mental shrug). "Oh, did you end up finding you're family heirlooms?" she asked. "Because I would hate to know you lost something like that." Tema's brows furrowed in concern, she knew if she ever lost one of the few things she had left from her mother she would hope to find them as soon as she could.