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@drunk-and-howling
drunk-and-howling:
[pm] Fine. Truce.
… Will I see you at Lucas and Layla’s party?
[pm] Truce. I’d shake your hand, but… Internet.
… Will I see you at Lucas and Layla’s party?
[pm] Does that mean you're going to be there, smelling like someone else?
Due to unforseen circumstances and a sudden personal trip I'll have to skip the party.
Please Give Lucas and Layla my regards.
drunk-and-howling:
[text] I have been a bit cooped up, honestly… It’s been kind of boring. And then you message me to brighten up my day, that’s really sweet of you.
But I’m done with the formalities, tell me what happened.
[text] Sweet? Since when do you use the word sweet? I mean, I guess in all fairness, I don’t really know you that well, now do I?
What? The full moon? I killed a guy. He begged for his life while I ripped him apart. And I remembered it. Is that what you were looking for?
[text] It was sarcasm. If you can't tell, I'm just not the same on the page... I'm an in-person experience.
Was it a hunter?
@drunk-and-howling
[text] Have you been cooped up in your old man cave? The old Layla no longer resides here. And heh, funny. More like 19. Might want to get your eyes checked too while you’re out and about.
[text] I have been a bit cooped up, honestly... It's been kind of boring. And then you message me to brighten up my day, that's really sweet of you.
But I'm done with the formalities, tell me what happened.
[text] Awww, no birthday present for your werewolf daughter on her 1st birthday? That sucks.
[text] Happy birthday. I figured you were going through some shit and hearing from me would make it worse. What age, 14?
Alright friends. Your friendly neighborhood woodworker is back in the country. If you missed me; never fear I have returned to you. If you didn’t; why the fuck not I’m a goddamn treat.
Overconfident gift-of-God asshole, huh? Great. This town needs more of those.
You get a lot of work as a...woodworker? You make chairs and shit?
packsbeforesnacks
[pm] Why’re you givin’ me the third degree for bein’ nice? I ain’t rabid, you fuck. And no, you don’t want it to look worse. I get the feelin’ you’re a little too vain to want your face messed up like that. ‘Chicks,’ what’re you, a shitty teen?
[User takes a deep breath, contemplates existence for a moment, stares at the ceiling, pets his dog, and comes back to finish the message.]
Listen, I’m too tired to fight. Can we ugh call a truce? I… Look, I still don’t know who you think I am. I’m bein’ honest, I swear to you. I don’t… I don’t know how to prove it. Part of me wants to fight, thinks that you’re lyin’. But, if you’re notlyin’, I want…
I don’t know what I want, honestly. I’m scared of the truth, but I can’t not know it.
[pm] Fine. Truce.
... Will I see you at Lucas and Layla’s party?
laylacooke mentioned you in a post “[pm] Hey Red. You doing okay?”
[pm] Salva? Uh, yeah…Why?@ drunk-and-howling
[pm] Someone told me you killed a guy. That true?
drunk-and-howling:
[pm] They listen because I make them listen. I say my piece regardless of what they think. People like honesty, even if you’re an asshole… if you’re concise and resolute, they’ll have no choice but to listen.
Lucas is young… and he’s in a difficult position. He needs to remember that we’re all in a difficult position, but we’d be loath to blame him for his immaturity in dealing with it. Young pups need guidance from the older individuals.
Where is Layla now, do you know?
[pm] Or you’re just more aggressive and better at backing your claims up. It’s not hard not to take someone like me seriously because I don’t follow through on anything because I’m not like that. Yes, I suppose. I wonder if there’s something I can do to edit your approach without being abrasive about it. I’m starting to get the impression that I’m taken advantage of. He is young and I can’t imagine the hardship he’s had to endure but he likes to act like he’s the oldest and wisest soul in the room. How can an older individual expect to guide someone down a path they themselves have never been down? He has a brother and a pack, he really doesn’t need me or my input. I just wish I knew how to help. I wish I could tell him that I’ve seen how important communication is, no matter how badly we don’t want to do it. I’ve SEEN these things. HE’S seen the ramifications of not communicating. I wish I could tell him how harmful it is to swallow all his trauma and problems and how much it hurts to try to shoulder someone else’s when you can feel your own eating at you from the inside like… this parasite. I’m sure he already knows this. I haven’t told him about Layla yet… he doesn’t need the additional stress. Speaking of, I believe she’s staying with her girlfriend at a man named Graham’s house. I think it would be beneficial to the infrastructure of the whatever pack if you two spoke at least over text for any further details. Might I recommend being gentle? Again, my brain is… not where it needs to be. I’m… sorry I keep coming to you with emotional volatility. I’ve had a really rough weekend but I can’t complain about it to anyone; that’s unbecoming of someone my age. I just… want to help.
[pm] I hope that someday you'll find your big paws, Simon. I'll help where I can and you'll get better, but as long as you rely on others to give your life meaning, you'll be disappointed.
I'll text Layla. And I guess I'll be "gentle".
You can tell me whatever is on your mind, you know. You're of no use to anyone moping around.
@drunk-and-howling:
[pm] Nic? Who the fuck is that? He knows Layla killed someone? Does he know she’s a wolf?
I guess I could make an appearance. Sign some autographs, bring some kegs, etc. You going? [pm] I’m not sure. If it’s short for Nicodemus, I think I’ve met his dog? I need to ask about it. Also mmmaybe and… mmmmaybe, I think. I don’t know the specifics. I apologise, my… brain isn’t in the right temperature space. I’m hoping to - Lucas and Layla could both use some light in their lives. Speaking of Lucas, I think you should discuss what happened with him on a level playing field because he’s beating himself up over it and it’s affecting his sleep and he’s being very emotionally-stunted about it. I don’t… know how you can help but it’s been proven that I can’t so I’m at a loss for what I CAN do. The members in the pack seem to listen to you.
[pm] They listen because I make them listen. I say my piece regardless of what they think. People like honesty, even if you're an asshole... if you're concise and resolute, they'll have no choice but to listen.
Lucas is young... and he's in a difficult position. He needs to remember that we're all in a difficult position, but we'd be loathe to blame him for his immaturity in dealing with it. Young pups need guidance from the older individuals.
Where is Layla now, do you know?
[pm] Layla killed someone over the weekend and remembered it.
[pm] Good for her. It's about time she developed a taste for meat.
... Do we know who it was?
[pm] I don’t think so. She said a guy named Nic took care of the body but she’s... pretty upset. I told her that we would help her take care of it as a pack. Speaking of, I don’t know if anyone else has invited you but we’re throwing a party for Lucas and Layla. I’d like... if you would be there. I understand if you don’t want to but...
[pm] Nic? Who the fuck is that? He knows Layla killed someone? Does he know she's a wolf?
I guess I could make an appearance. Sign some autographs, bring some kegs, etc. You going?
[pm] Hey, don't make any plans for June 20th. I'm working on planning a little party for Luke and Layla's birthday.
[pm] And what if I already have plans? (I'll bring the alcohol).
Are we sure Layla is able to make it?
[pm] Layla killed someone over the weekend and remembered it.
[pm] Good for her. It's about time she developed a taste for meat.
... Do we know who it was?
[pm] Hey, so. It doesn't have to be because a hunter is outside my door that you can see me. I went back out and collected his arm, buried it and the knife is in a cedar box I have and put it in the ground outside Miles' place. Next time we meet up, I'd like to know how you do it. How you find the strength too fight them, kill them. When he comes back. I want to be aware Salva. I want to feel it. Will you help me with that?
[pm] You sure, kid? It's not easy. I understand you're pissed, but if you rush into things, you're going to get hurt.
It has to come from a place of strength, not a place of weakness.
You're a pretty emotional guy, and that's always dangerous.
[pm] Are you saying I need some kind of snake oil to make my face more attractive? Thaaaanks.
[pm] No, dipshit, I’m tryin’ to help you from scarrin’.
Can you just accept the damn gift? Follow the instructions on the bottle, and by the time the Full Moon hits, you should look alright. I’m sorry for being an ass. Ugh, nope, not yet.
@drunk-and-howling
[pm] What made you think about me all of a sudden? You must be rabid... I'd go get that checked out.
Chicks dig scars. If anything, I want medicine that makes it look worse.
Thank you for the gift, it means a lot to me.
I don't even care to challenge you right now, at least you're talking to me
drunk-and-howling replied to your post “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would…”
Fish, Simon? FISH?? I’m appalled.
I’m sorry! It’s just… fish are easy to replicate and acquire and that way my diet doesn’t directly contribute to deforestation and human isn’t an option– I think I’m going to be sick again. I don’t even LIKE fish that much. …Why, what would be your choice?
Don't go all vegan yuppy on me, man. Fish is the tofu of protein.
There's nothing better than raw red meat.
You fish, then?
Having Fear Isn’t Hard When You’ve got a Library Werewolf || Regan & Salva
Of course, the library was quiet. It was a library. But still, Regan expected to see more people perusing the shelves and chatting with the librarians. Instead, she was just greeted by an elderly woman with nothing but wisps of white hair on her head, and an uncomfortable smile. “Can I help you find anything, dear?” She crooned, but the twinkle in her eyes gave Regan the uneasy feeling that she already knew the answer, somehow.
Regan pulled her gaze away. “I, um -- I was hoping to get some information about White Crest’s history. Specifically, cult activity. And more specifically, cults that have members with filed down canines.” She pointed to her mouth to indicate teeth instead of dog. “You know, like fangs.” A pause. “I’m the medical examiner. This is for a case. Multiple cases, actually.” She doubted being the ME would exert any pull over a small town librarian, but you never did know. The woman nodded with a wry little smile and said, “All records pertaining to the town’s history live downstairs. Exit that way, then take a left, another left, a right, a left, and four rights.” Regan blinked at the instructions, but committed them to memory.
How did a library have so many winding hallways? It didn’t matter. As long as it held the information she was looking for. Somewhere along the line, the path led down several floors, and she ended up in what looked like a cellar. But, to the librarian’s credit, it was lined with thousands of books and historical records. Regan’s fingers twitched at the thought of how many pages there were to turn. She had been there for about 20 minutes, lost in stacks, when another person came in. An older male, likely in his 50s. She debated for a moment. “Are you, uh, looking for anything specific?” Regan turned toward him, taking in the serious cut of his face. “I’ve been down here for a little while. Maybe we can help each other.” She twisted her lips in thought. “I don’t suppose you’re also looking for information on cult activity, are you?”
kadavernagh
A trapdoor. In a library. Well, Regan thought with a tilt of her head, she’d seen far weirder things in this damn town. Salva may have been one of them, the way he was clawing at the floor. But this was fine. Yep. Completely fine.
They’d both die in here.
But suddenly she had two sharp eyes snapped in her direction, and the man slowly rose from the ground, his attention and interest clear. Panic seized Regan by the throat. Not only were they stuck here, but he seemed to know Kaden. Was it a good know or a bad know? People tended to have mixed feelings about him, though she never really understood why. Sure, he was rough around the edges, could be a little rude, had a somewhat controversial job, and – okay, that was probably why. But the good far outshone the not-so-good with him, even now. She couldn’t bring herself to think poorly of him for his reaction.
“How do you know Kaden?” She asked, debating how much to say. But the truth always came knocking out of her mouth. “He’s my – he’s important to me.” Could she still call him her boyfriend? When she wasn’t convinced he’d even stay in town? “It’s complicated.” Regan settled on that, hoping it was both honest and satisfactory. “Now, please tell me how you know him. And your name, too, for that matter.”
Suddenly, the room they were trapped in became much smaller. Was it getting hotter, too, or was that just Salva’s temper? “Now I get why you seem so weird,” the werewolf growled, advancing on her until he stood just a few feet away. With hope, his mammalian stance of a broad chest and firm footing made him seem intimidating. He couldn’t tell if he felt enraged at Regan for even caring to be close to that asshole - any friend of Kaden’s was decidedly NOT a friend of Salva’s - or if he felt sorry for her for being seemingly oblivious. As of that moment, it was leaning toward the former.
“My name is Salva du Sauvage,” he answered, and his tone was sharp in front of his primed aggression like a bayonet. “Kaden and I go way back... I have to say, I’m a little hurt that he never mentions me.” Just saying that hunter’s name made the knotted burn scar between his shoulder blades twist in apprehension. “Or maybe he has, and you’re just unaware?” He rolled his eyes with a rude scoff, examining his fingernails. “Stuck in a room with one person in this entire town, and it’s someone who’s fucking a Langley...”
Well, I can tell you NYC was the exact same, but I bet White Crest has a brand new chaotic event going on. Anyone care to get me up to speed? I’m getting used to being out of the loop, but it won’t hurt to leave the house prepared for whatever’s going on out there. You know - all the White Crest “charming magic”. No dead people walking around, tar pits, vampire gatherings, little demoniac creatures in the woods…
I think getting you up to speed would actually put you further behind.
If you’re so keen to travel, why bother coming back? You know it’s only gonna get more fucked...
