Hungry Like the Wolf

For you my love... anything.

[cato-black]

swearonstars·:

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Liv was zoning out, practically biting the hell out of her bottom lip and paying no attention to the caramel apple in hand. How could she, when her mind felt torn in two directions? Was trusting her dad, the man who raised her and the only family she had ever known her whole life, the right call or was she about to send her siblings whom she had barely had the opportunity to fully get to know into a trap? The internal dilemma was enough to send her head spinning, but before she could allow herself to get caught up in her own thoughts any longer, she moved to take a bite out of the apple she had bought in an attempt to distract herself. But, before she did, she found her ears pricking up. Turning to catch a glimpse of a man clearly eyeing her apple in hand. “Um… hey? Do you by any chance want mine? I’m not all too hungry anyway. Not even sure why I bought it to be honest.”

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Cato blinked-- surprised both by the woman and by her offer. Even if it was a bad idea to accept food from strangers, Cato wasn’t going to pass up free food. Without a word he took the apple from the woman and took a big bite, managing to bite though the thick caramel and apple in one go. He chewed loudly, his brows furrowed as if he hadn’t decided if he actually enjoyed the apple or not. “Thanks,” he said through mouthful of apple and caramel. Finally he actually looked at the woman, noticing how she carried herself... almost ghostly, as if she weren’t here. “You get stood up or something?” Cato asked, caramel still between his teeth. “People are supposed to be having fun. Not me-- but other people.”

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amitydraven·:

Halloween was easily one of Amity’s favorite holidays, and the way that this city celebrated couldn’t quite be matched. Fright Fest had seemingly outdone itself this year in the doctor’s opinion, and she’d be lying if she’d said she hadn’t swapped schedules with a colleague or two in order to fully enjoy the festivities herself. Because why not right? Her schedule usually didn’t allow such luxuries, so she decided to take them when she could get them. Even if it meant she was staring down a future schedule that resembled her residency back in the 90’s…and more recently for reputation’s sake, of course.

Having decided to spend her current time wandering the stalls, she stationed herself off to the side in order to get a sweeping view of the area. She just knew she’d miss something if she continued moving with the crowd. Of course, when she scanned her dark gaze to the left she couldn’t help but notice the man who seemed to he contemplating the hardest decision of his life next to her. Which admittedly piqued her interest. “Not to intrude on your inner turmoil but, does that death glare on the caramel apple stand mean you hate apples or just can’t pick one?” She couldn’t help but tease, though she tried to feign a serious expression. Mission failed, unfortunately, as her lips quirked up a little in a smirk.

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“Hm?” Cato muttered snapping out of his thoughts. He turned to the woman who wore a serious expression. Cato matched it-- a habit of his. It was easiest to match the energy of people around him, otherwise he tended to start fights. Archer used to call him the perfect follower because of it. Never striking out on his own, always following. But when the woman’s expression changed to a softer, jovial expression, his serious face remained. “I know it doesn’t make sense but I didn’t exactly come here to have fun,” he explained, turning back to look at the apples. “I’m trying not to be distracted... and a fucking confectionary is beating me out. Carmel apples are only good in theory anyway. I don’t want to spend the rest of my night picking caramel out of my teeth,” the frustration was growing in his voice. 

[cato-black]

Open starter @darkesthourstarters​ for Fright Fest

He stuck to the shadows, keeping his back pressed against brick walls and the ends of the various booths giving out confectionaries and prizes. If he was exposed... that witch might get him, sneak up behind him and do God knows what. How exactly she had killed their alpha, his beloved, was unclear. The two seconds who had taken him to the veterinary office didn’t see anything out of the ordinary but upon further examination-- it was clear his injuries hadn’t been the cause of his death like the pack had first thought. Which left only one option... Lola Rai. 

Cato pushed off the brick wall and started walking, trying to find a new spot for him to hide out. There had to be at least two hundred people at the festival. How he would find one woman he still wasn’t sure-- but determination kept him sharp. He took heavy breaths, smelling the air for anything recognizable. He had met Lola a few times after all... so far nothing smelled familiar except a sticky sweet smell. Cato perked up as he noticed a stall selling caramel apples. His back straightened. He shouldn’t. But he wanted to. Then there was the job-- that in the last few hours had gone nowhere. It’s a fucking apple you dog get over it. He glared at the stand as the debate continued in his mind. 

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