in the woods somewhere...

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Anton Romanko | cismale | 31 | werewolf medic | forensic medical examiner for woodridge PD| location; woods | tags: sheriff knight

Anton turned as he heard the car approach. He gripped his cane tightly and leaned on it as a jolt of pain ran through his leg, but he kept his cool. It always got sore when he had to talk about vampires.
"My verdict?" he sighs, asking rhetorically. Leaning back against a tree trunk, he lifts his cane and points it as he speaks. "With the state the body is in, one would instantly assume animal attack. But the lack of blood suggests the body was placed here. I think our killer was hoping we would assume the victim died in other circumstances, but this is a clear homicide. Obviously I haven't done any tests, but I hypothesis that I won't find any animal matter in the injuries. If he were attacked by wolves, we would find evidence of that, but I doubt we will- at least, not where it matters." shutting his eyes, he rubbed his face with his free hand. "Unfortunately, with all the previous killings under our belts, it seems we have a serial murderer on our hands."

[ItsKass]

𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
{cisfemale}{Vampire}{tags: Isaiah}

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"Oooh, the murders," Bella said with a sly grin, while the murder's wouldn't be Bella's problem until she was a victim of them, she was interested to find who was on which side "Who do you think's doing it? us or them." Bella said, completely aware Isiah knew what she meant. Vampires or werewolves, it had been all the rage in the coven's drama. "I think it's us, Everyone is so suspicious y' know," Bella said, the straw wrapper not budging. Bella didn't want to use her nails but she might have to...

𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓎
{cisfemale}{Human}{tags:Open}

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Whitley was home, at last, she opened the door to her house, hoping nobody had been woken. She had to change and finish a practically done worksheet. Easy enough! Whitley was silently rehearsing lines in her head when she walked by the kitchen, There looked to be an already made breakfast on the stove. Who makes breakfast and doesn't eat it?

Whitley silently made her way to inspect the food to see a small sticky note. the small paper read "Whitley, I wanted to stay awake to eat breakfast with you this morning but I was too tired. You can just heat this yourself, Love mom" Nice... Breakfast from mom was always a win. The note almost made Whitley feel bad for rarely sleeping at home. "I'll eat this before anything else" Whitley hummed to herself as she turned on the stove and soon heard the sizzling of bacon.

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❝ 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐅 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
( female ) ( thirty ) ( sheriff ) x. ( murder scene ) ( anton )
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xx"Just what we needed," Knight sighed, looking at Anton and the body as the medical examiner gestured with his cane. "The news is going to be all over this. Again." She looked at the area around the body. Nothing seemed to stick out from the cursory glance, but that didn't mean there was nothing to be found, unless it was like the other cases. The connected ones had a lack of evidence that had been perplexing the sheriff and her department. They didn't have the most resources, but she had a gut feeling that the results would be the same with or without more.

❝ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀
( male ) ( 124 (23) ) ( vampire member ) x. ( nosferatu ) ( arabella )
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xx"I don't know. Us, probably. There's a chance it's them, but I agree with you. I wish we knew," Isaiah replied. He was used to knowing who the enemy was. In war, it was certain, whether one liked it or not. But after that... he couldn't be so sure. His morals told him that the werewolves were just like him and everyone else, but everything else told him otherwise. The enemy was socially concrete, but intangible in his head. Or maybe he knew it wasn't the werewolves, he just couldn't outwardly acknowledge it. There was a reason he didn't talk about werewolves and the vampires' dislike of them much.

[ItsKass]

𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
{cisfemale}{Vampire}{tags: Isaiah}

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"We better not get all heated over it though. I like the peace and not worrying about it all" Arabella said calmly, silently accepting the fact she'd have to use her nails to get the straw wrapper off the table. "Ewww" she groaned when the wrapper residue on her nails. But Arabella somehow wasnt done with the table. Wrapper residue was still on the table, and it had to get off eventually. "Whoever sat at this table last really found a way to superglue a straw wrapper to the table huh?" Arabella said, hoping her joke was funny enough.

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❝ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀
( male ) ( 124 (23) ) ( vampire member ) x. ( nosferatu ) ( arabella )
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xxIsaiah watched Arabella try to scrape the straw wrapper off the table, about to offer help before she made the joke. He smiled slightly. "Do you need help there? I'll get you a wet rag with some more dish soap." Isaiah leaned down to get a rag. He wet it in the small sink behind the bar and rubbed it wish dish soap, then handing it to Arabella. He returned to how he was, mind mulling over the werewolf question as the pair went silent for a moment. His moral compass was a strong force within him, but the needle was shaky with his indecision. After years of indecision (although, to be fair, he didn't know that werewolves were real for a while due to his confusing thrust into vampirism), or perhaps a refusal to acknowledge it, he let the needle settle on north when he quietly blurted, "You know, I don't think werewolves should really be our enemy."

[ItsKass]

𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
{cisfemale}{Vampire}{tags: Isaiah}

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Arabella nodded a thank you to Isaiah when he handed her the rag. She went to scrubbing diligently and while the wrapper residue was off a bit more, she wouldn't be done with this table for a good while.

Arabella was enjoying the silence. Not intrigued to hear someone's opinion on something for once in her life. But then Isiah spoke, about the werewolves. "I don't either, but we dont make the rules. The peace has been definitely nice." Arabella said, the table still holding out with it's stickiness. Bella was almost quite convinced the bleach used for cleaning the bathrooms would work. She just didn't feel like getting the bleach and subjecting everyone to the horrid smell.

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❝ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀
( male ) ( 124 (23) ) ( vampire member ) x. ( nosferatu ) ( arabella )
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xx"It's not really peace, is it? It's just a stalemate," Isaiah said after a moment. It felt good to get it off his chest, but he still glanced around to make sure no vampires heard him. His heart told him that, now that he had gotten it out there, he had to do something. "We can make the rules. Dissidence is the thing that sparks change." A lifetime ago in a crumbling trench, he had resolved to never feel weak or helpless while he watched something occur. He couldn't let the resolution that defined him fall by the wayside like he had before.

[ItsKass]

𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
{cisfemale}{Vampire}{tags: Isaiah}

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"Dissidence may spark change but it can lead to dictatorships as well," Arabella said leaving the rag on the table to let the residue soak. "We're fortunate Lucina is a strong enough leader to keep us stable for the next few centuries. But if we revolt the risk of us unintentionally overthrowing her is too great. There could be infighting and territory wars, or someone unfit to lead. They might be different but we can't risk it." Arabella said looking out the window, at seemingly nothing. "I love the way you think. But it's risky" Arabella finished off, once again making eye contact with Isaiah.

Arabella remembered all the times she'd wanted to revolt in the last 120 years. Being a woman in any time before the 1900s was difficult. She'd learned how to hold her tongue, swallow her pride and smile cordially. Whenever she went outside alone Arabella expected at least one side-eye, It was all she ever knew. Even if times were changing.

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❝ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀
( male ) ( 124 (23) ) ( vampire member ) x. ( nosferatu ) ( arabella )
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xx"Driving a car is risky," Isaiah continued, realizing Arabella was right after speaking. He looked at the floor. Maybe he would have said something along the lines of "we won't let it become a dictatorship" or "it doesn't have to be a coup" or "why wait?" But anyone, let alone a vampire, knew the famous quote: history repeats itself. One couldn't risk trying to escape the cycle of history, for it wasn't very possible. While Isaiah didn't like change, he didn't necessarily want to live centuries under the leadership of Lucina. Something about her just felt off to him, and he didn't want to spend centuries in the same place anyway. Change soon felt better than change... eventually. But change soon was what started wars. Isaiah sighed quietly, feeling defeated. He hoped the feeling was temporary—there had to be some sort of solution he or someone else could come up with.

[ItsKass]

𝒜𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶
{cisfemale}{Vampire}{tags: Isaiah}

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"You got me there," Arabella said when Isaiah came back with his remark about cars. "Many things are risky but we still do them, don't we?" She said with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Jeez, Arabella adored talking about politics. Especially the kind of politics that could last 100 years with no decline, So basically just vampire politics. "Now are you actually into vampire politics or do you just want to see a difference in how we live?" Arabella asked, Hoping this would get a good answer out of Isaiah.

Thinking about the question herself Arabella wasn't entirely sure if the fighting or the change that eventually came when politics were discussed. But she wasn't going to stop discussing the subject either way. Not her circus, not her monkey.