[ ☾ ── 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 ] Semi-Lit

[Cowslips]

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The pack has lived in Silver Mills, Maine for generations. First settling in the area in
the late nineteen fifties, they have worked tirelessly to conceal their true natures,
hunting in only the deepest parts of the forest and blending in as best they could.

To the untrained eye, they appeared to be nothing more than a commune, living on
an old dairy farm twenty miles outside of town, only showing their faces every few
weeks when they needed supplies. It was hardly the best cover story but it worked
well enough, and the pack lived in relative peace.

That is, until a few nights ago when the pack's beta was found dead, a silver bullet
buried in his chest.

Discussion Thread
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[Cowslips]

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𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒
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001. Follow all Chicken Smoothie rules. If you don't know if something is okay or not,
please refer to this thread.
002. Players may have only two characters due to limited spots. Reservations are on
a first come, first serve basis and last forty-eight hours.
003. Try to post at least once a week and let me know in advance (if possible) if you
are planning to be away.
004. This roleplay is semi-literate, so try to write at least a good paragraph per post
if you can.
005. Keep all forms and OOC conversations to the discussion thread. If you have any
issues with the roleplay or another player, please reach out and let me know!
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[Cowslips]

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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊
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Alpha
Lucine Alstrom (Wakita)

Beta
Robert "Ben" Pierce (Cowslips)

Healer
Kayla Firth (Consulting_Angel)

Hunters [0/3]
Open
Open
Open

Omegas [1/2]
Lyla Walker (Iqtrash)
Open
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[Cowslips]

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𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
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Leader
Open

Second-In-Command
Cassius King (Consulting_Angel)

Medic
Tabitha Crane (Wakita)

Hunters [2/5]
Charlotte Summer (Cowslips)
Lincoln Evergreen (Iqtrash)
Open
Open
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[Cowslips]

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄
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[ forty-five ] [ cismale ] [ new beta of the silver mills pack ] [ located: farmhouse kitchen, silver mills dairy farm ] [ tagged: open ]


Ben leaned against the cool countertop, a steaming mug of coffee in hand as wary brown eyes gazed out the window just above the sink. A veil of fog covered the ground like a blanket, giving the farm an eerie appearance in the low morning light. The trees were just beginning to turn, hints of oranges, reds and yellows peaking through their green foliage. Soon, cool winds would follow, bringing autumn along with them. Usually, this would be cause for celebration. Autumn brought the herds, meaning more food for the pack without having to pay a hefty penny for it. While few mammals migrated to Maine, those that already lived there would be more plentiful, spending excess time out scavenging and preparing for the cold onslaught of winter. For all intents and purposes, life should have been looking up for them.

And then, Jonathan had went and got himself killed.

The beta's death had come as a massive shock, and for all the wrong reasons. The man had been getting up there in age, having served as beta for Lucy's father before her. It was common knowledge amongst that he only had a couple more years at best, his health having taken a turn for the worse in recent months. Everyone was expecting him to pass in his sleep, or from some age-related ailment, at any time. What they hadn't expected was to find his body at the edge of town, empty eyes staring towards the sky and a silver bullet lodged in his chest. As he died, his body had naturally shifted into his wolf form, a frail creature with silver-streaked fur and a slightly twisted back leg. To an outsider, he looked like a miserable old beast who had been put out of his misery. To the pack, he was a friend who had been murdered in cold blood.

Someone had attempted to argue a case of mistaken identity; Jonathan had been starting to lose his mind over the last few weeks. Perhaps he had an episode and shifted without thinking, wandering until some poor townsfolk happened upon him and saw fit to shoot him? It was certainly plausible, but they all knew the truth. Jonathan wasn't as sharp as he once was, but he was far from stupid. He would never have been so foolish. The location of the bullet only confirmed this; right above his heart. If he had been on all fours, it would have taken a sharpshooter to hit him in that spot. In human form? A young boy with a hunting rifle would have been able to do it. Someone had deliberately shot the old man, there was no doubt about it, and they had used a silver bullet to do it.

Someone knew.

Ben took a sip of his coffee, the beverage hot and bitter on his tongue. As Jonathan's successor, it was his job to help keep the pack safe now. Why the hell Lucy had decided HE was the man for the job, he had no clue, but he wasn't stupid enough to openly question the alpha's orders. His eyes scanned the distant tree line, looking for any shapes or movement within the fog. All was still, almost eerily so. Somewhere out there, someone was gunning for their kind. They might already know of the pack's existence; who knew what Jonathan had babbled about as he lay dying, if he hadn't been instantly killed by that fateful bullet. He could have spilled everything, not even knowing what he was doing. Or, perhaps the assassin didn't know there were more wolves in the area. Had they already moved on? Or were they lingering about, hoping to stumble upon another target? Neither thought was comforting.



𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑
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[ twenty-six ] [ cisfemale ] [ werewolf hunter ] [ location: the silver mills inn ] [ tagged: open ]


Honestly, this inn wasn't the WORST place they'd ever stayed. Charlotte glanced around, taking in the dated floral wallpaper and lace curtains, the bedroom looking like it had come straight out of a catalogue you'd find on your grandmother's coffee table. A large, four poster bed took up the majority of the floor, adorned with a patchwork quilt and more pillows than everyone cold ever need. Still, it looked comfortable, and for the price it was honestly a steal. She'd have to share the room with one of her fellow hunters (the price wasn't good ENOUGH to justify buying individual rooms for every member of the group), but that hardly mattered to her. Anything beat sleeping on a gross pull-out sofa at a rundown motel. Moving over to the bed, she dropped her suitcase unceremoniously onto the mattress, beginning to shift through it she transferred her clothing into a nearby wardrobe as she awaited the arrival of her roommate for this hunt.

[Consulting_Angel]

Kayla Firth
Pack Healer
Location: Garden
Tagged: Open

She had been awake for a little while. There was a chill in the air - and not just because it was morning. It was heavier than that, with the death - no, murder - of the former Beta still fresh. It was the sort of thing that scared her. For so long, she'd thought that they were all safe. If nothing else, they had been safe. But with this... new development... it was clear that that was no longer true. Those hunters could be tracking them right now. At any moment, they would be discovered. But this was not something she could express - that wouldn't do anyone any good, after all, and she didn't want anyone to feel like they had to comfort her just because she was scared. No. She had to remain somewhat positive, as if the hunters wouldn't actually find them.

Kayla had already checked on her supplies in the medic building, making sure there was good supply and reorganising them like she always did when she wanted to take her mind off something. And once she had done that, she moved out into her garden, where she could carefully tend to the variety of plants that she grew there. With her, she had a basket, and was carefully harvesting some of the bell peppers that had ripened to bright reds, oranges and yellows. Kayla then moved onto the patch of potatoes, which she dug through to pick out the biggest and ripest ones, also adding those to her basket. She dusted her hands off afterwards - though didn't quite get rid of the soil that clung to them - before she finally started on gathering tomatoes and strawberries that she also had growing. This was what she liked about moving into autumn. Most of the things she grew ripened and were ready to harvest, and with the way she planted things, there'd be plenty throughout all of autumn before it got too cold. What was some meat without a bit of fresh vegetables to garnish?

Cassius King
Second-in-Command
Location: Silver Mills Inn
Tagged: Open

The inn wasn't his preferred choice of accommodation. Perhaps something he missed from his office days - work trips were always in some fancy hotel with more amenities than he'd ever use or knew what to do with. Well, and maybe the stable pay check and whatnot. But that was all in his past, which felt like a long, long time ago. And, he had to admit, he quite liked the frequent travelling that being a werewolf hunter provided him, even if said travel was chasing after a lead, a reported sighting of a werewolf. Not quite how he imagined his life turning out, but there we go. At least he was able to get his own room, the other hunters had to pair up and share rooms - the perks of being the second in command - and despite the interesting décor, the bed had certainly been more comfortable than he'd expected.

Since the hunt wasn't due to commence until a bit later, and he didn't see much point in unpacking just yet, Cassius was sat in the inn's bar, where they were serving breakfast. The classic fry-up that varied in quality wherever you went. That suited him just fine - he felt like he was starving, and the food did smell very good when it arrived at his table. He started eating, occasionally glancing up and around to see if any of the other hunters would wander in to get something to eat as well, though it seemed at the moment, he was on his own to enjoy his meal.

[iqtrash]

𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓷 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷
[34] [M] [Werewolf Hunter] [Crush - Lucy] [Taken]
[Location: Townhouse -> Silver Mills Inn ] [Tags: Open] [Mentions: Lucy]

Linc’s keys jingled as he carelessly tossed them onto his kitchen counter, heading for his bedroom door. His very soul was tired from the trip, but he could feel his energy coming back just enough to make it across the living room. The soft sunlight filtering in through the closed dark curtains an unnecessary light but welcome nonetheless. The moment he was close enough to his queen sized bed he allowed himself to crumble into the soft sheets. Sighing, he let his duffle bag and rifle bag drop to the ground with a soft thud as he buried his nose into his comforter. It was so nice to be home. He rarely got called out for hunting trips, being more of a call when needed member. He felt uneasy knowing that the group was now here in Silver Mills. The threat had never been so close to home before, let alone within the town itself.

As the youngest son of a werewolf hunter, his father had chosen Silver Mills to raise his family in for the fact that as far as anyone could tell, wolves weren’t here. His parents had never left, so when Linc wasn’t well working, he was here. He felt his phone buzz, knowing full well it was probably his father but a part of him wished it was Lucy. He hadn’t seen her in a few weeks, heck he missed her, they had only just started seeing each-other when he’d been called away. Phone calls weren’t the same as getting to see her. Groaning he pushed himself up, pulled his phone out and walked towards his bathroom. The text was from his father and he found himself deciding to ignore it.

Flicking the fluorescent light on in the bathroom, he sighed seeing his own reflection. He looked as exhausted as he felt, even though finally being home should be far more exciting. He took some time to clean up, thinking the team should be arriving at the inn shortly. After about an hour he was showered and dressed in some worn jeans and a dark tshirt. He had trimmed his facial hair and was beginning to feel more like himself. Pulling his phone out he sent a quick message to Lucy that he was back from his work trip. Slipping into his signature brown leather jacket he grabbed his keys and shoes, deciding the mile long walk to the inn would help wake him up.

Another short 20 minutes later and he was stepping into the inn, the space warm and homely. It sure was nice to be back home. He decided to head to the meal room, figuring he could score a cup of coffee while he waited to see if he was needed.

[Cowslips]

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄
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[ forty-five ] [ cismale ] [ new beta of the silver mills pack ] [ located: farmhouse kitchen, silver mills dairy farm ] [ tagged: kayla ]


Ben still couldn't understand why Lucy had chosen him as Jonathan's successor. He was several years her senior and well past his prime, though his muscular form still held more power than most of his younger packmates. He was hard-headed, distrustful, always eager to fight. Surely someone more calm and diplomatic would be a better pick, he'd argued, but the woman had merely shaken her head and insisted that HE was the man for the job. "There is no one else I would rather have by my side at a time like this." She had said, smiling up at him reassuringly. 'Stupid, naive girl...' Ben thought with a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he set his now empty coffee cup on the countertop. 'She should have chosen someone else. Still, I guess it is a bit nice to have someone put their faith in me for once, however misguided it may be.'

As he continued to gaze out into the calm, quiet morning, Ben's eyes landed on a figure near the garden. The intruder's form was unclear, shrouded by a blanket of fog and appearing as little more than a vague outline. It moved on all fours, slow and methodical, searching for something in the low morning light. Immediately, his muscles tensed in alarm, breath catching in his throat. However, as his gaze adjusted and the fog shifted, it became clear that it was no intruder at all. A soft sigh of relief slipped from the beta's lips; it was only Kayla. The pack's healer was hunched over the herb garden, hands shifting through the soil as she harvested an array plants Ben could never hope to memorize. Why she was out so early, he could only guess. Maybe she was trying to distract herself, just like the rest of the pack, from the grisly scene still fresh on their minds.

He could hardly blame her if that was the case.

Ben moved to the back door, leading from the kitchen onto the wrap around porch that hugged the circumference of the farmhouse. As he stepped outside, a burst of cool air greeted him, the air smelling faintly of rain and earth. Clouds hung overhead, a dark grey curtain with small hints of sunlight attempting to peak through. The beta moved forward, long legs carrying him quickly across the backyard as he approached the garden. He made sure to make plenty of noise, not wanting to scare the healer with his approach, clearing his throat when he was a few feet away. "A bit early for gardening, isn't it?" Ben's voice was deep and gravely, rumbling like distant thunder. "Looks like the sky is going to open up any minute, you'd better hurry up and finish before it starts to pour."




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[ twenty-six ] [ cisfemale ] [ werewolf hunter ] [ location: the silver mills inn ] [ tagged: open ]


Honestly, this inn wasn't the WORST place they'd ever stayed. Charlotte glanced around, taking in the dated floral wallpaper and lace curtains, the bedroom looking like it had come straight out of a catalogue you'd find on your grandmother's coffee table. A large, four poster bed took up the majority of the floor, adorned with a patchwork quilt and more pillows than everyone cold ever need. Still, it looked comfortable, and for the price it was honestly a steal. She'd have to share the room with one of her fellow hunters (the price wasn't good ENOUGH to justify buying individual rooms for every member of the group), but that hardly mattered to her. Anything beat sleeping on a gross pull-out sofa at a rundown motel. Moving over to the bed, she dropped her suitcase unceremoniously onto the mattress, beginning to shift through it she transferred her clothing into a nearby wardrobe as she awaited the arrival of her roommate for this hunt.