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Name: Artemis "Arte" Ryan Occupation: Mechanic at Palmer & Sons / Alpha of the Eventide Pack Age: 28 Sexuality: Lesbian Pronouns: They/them Species: (Born) Werewolf Clan/Pack/Coven: Eventide Pack Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Relationship Status: They're Confused Personality Traits: Protective, determined, feral, anxious, observant

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parkskylar

She hadn't expected to find them there, though in all honestly, maybe she should had. Arte seemed to have a talent to be everywhere at once, especially when Sky was more than ready to lock in on herself, push everybody out. She can't help the amused smile that tilts her lips still, just a little, at their position on the couch, a light tilt on her head to take them in.

"Hi." She answers easily, walking further into the place. She's not sure still, what she feels about it, not quite home or familiar, but comfortable enough to be around. Feel safe, whatever that meant these days. Nodding, she lets herself fall onto the nearest couch, staring up at the beaten ceiling.

"Oh he's just fine, just trying to keep him away from all the coffee waste and the syrups... it's like he knows his fur is all white so he can get especially dirty." She comments, an easy smile on her lips as she turns to look at Arte. She's avoiding their other question, and she's not delusional to think they won't notice. But she hopes they don't press.

huntedarte

Skylar doesn't immediately turn to leave so Arte counts that as a win, and they meet her smile with one of their own. Now upright, they pull their legs underneath them and turn to look at the other wolf, waiting for her response to their questions. As expected, Sky took the opportunity to talk about the kitten that had steals everyone's heart as soon as they meet him, but says nothing about herself.

Arte should push. They know that as part of their duties as Alpha is to have the hard conversations to make sure everything is okay and won't cause problems for the rest of the pack, but given how they haven't told anyone about that horrible night in the woods with Cam and his partner, it doesn't seem fair of them to ask. So a long silence stretches between them as Arte absently rubs at their arm, where silver had seared into their flesh.

"H-he is a troublemaker," Arte says finally with a rough chuckle. They like to imagine the exasperation on Sky's face when she finds him doing something he's not supposed to, an experience they have seen in person before. "I t-think it's an ex-excuse to spend more time w-with you," they shrug like it is the most obvious thing in the world. They can't blame him for that.

#skylar park.#parkskylar

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Arte is a bit of a blank slate, so dating them means there's a high chance of being able to introduce them to a new experience, whether it's pop culture, some type of food, an activity, etc. There is so much of the world that Arte is unaware of and their first instinct is to meet everything with fear and suspicion. However, they tend to be braver about trying new things if someone they trust is the one coaxing them, which is coincidentally how Cham has convinced them to try most vegetables.

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huntedarte

#cor.memeweekend #the weekend is almost upon me #maybe #i am manifesting no more emails #i also promise to try and do more replies ;-;

howlthorne

“I hope so. I was told this place was hiring for some part-time shop stuff?” Driving up to a machine shop to ask about a job in a truck that made a godawful noise when it ran probably wasn’t the best way to show off his skills, but half the battle with getting stuff like that fixed was knowing where to get the parts. Somehow, he hadn’t found the time to hunt down replacement bolts for his engine while driving from Canada to Oregon by way of Texas.

Hopefully it hadn’t been too loud, though. He lingered in the entrance to the garage, not wanting to just barge into a place when the person in front of him clearly hadn’t been expecting any visitors. “You’re Arte, right? Head of Eventide?”

huntedarte

The suspicion in their eyes clear when he says he is looking for work, and Arte looks around at the garage that is filled to the brim with various cars and engines in progress. When he addresses them by name, Arte blinks, trying to remember if they have seen him before. They still aren't used to the way their name gets around to other members of the city as the Alpha.

"Yes, t-that's me," Arte confirms with a jerky nod. They step forward and close the distance between them, holding out a hand for him to shake. "We c-could use, um, we could use help," they add, since that was why he showed up in the first place. They eye his truck in the background and nod their head towards it. "What... um, what do you know?" They aren't sure if they are doing this right, certainly not in any position to be interviewing someone for a potential job, but he's a wolf and he seems friendly, and they have more work than they can handle. That's all that really matters to them.

"What p-pack are you, did you join a pack?" they ask finally. It would be fine if he was from Warwick, though something that Arte might need to keep an eye on if it spilled over to the others who worked in the garage. "Since I know y-you're not in Eventide," they add with a careful, crooked smile.

#howlthorne #lucas thorne.

mangemaw

Yuisa nods. Noble pursuits. A place for anybody. To Yuisa, a place for everybody is a safe one for nobody.

A nod, even if the look of understanding on Yuisa's face is incredulous and muted in its acceptance of the idea. "Noble, I guess, even if it's a dangerous idea." The Eventide alpha is curious to her - they seem like, at any moment, they might collapse in on themself, crumble into dust for the anxious waver in their voice or the uncertainty in the tone despite the certainty of the words. Yuisa wonders - no, surmises, that the shaky facade is just that, crumbling stucco that hides something more iron underneath.

Yuisa wonders briefly if Arte's from a local pack; they've has flame-red hair, like her paramore, but there's no shot they're part of their pack, because she'd certainly have heard about that. "I can tell you care very deeply about the people you lead. We've got that in common." It's said with respect. "You should come down to the Portside sometime, down on the docks. We can share a drink, maybe see if we can share a common vision for our kind."

huntedarte

They see the skepticism on Yuisa's face. It is the same expression that Avi had when they explained their pack philosophy to him in the garage. Arte knows that what they are trying to do is idealistic and has potential to go badly, but what is the alternative? Pull in on themselves and let others get hurt and say it's not their problem? Maybe that is what packs are supposed to do, but they have lived too long on their own to want that for anyone else, and knows the worst that can happen to lone wolves. Even packs can't protect them all, but Arte has to try.

However, Yuisa doesn't scoff at them or tell them that their ideas are foolish like Arte might have expected. She isn't as hard or uncaring as Avi made her seem and they give a slow uncertain nod. They do care about their packs. All Alphas do, or they are supposed to. The offer to come down to the docks is surprising, and that surprise shows on Arte's face briefly. They know where it is. "O-okay, maybe I will," they say finally. After all, they had heard Avi out, so it's only fair to do the same for Yuisa before making a decision in whatever conflict they have brewing. "It was g-good to finally meet you," they say suddenly, because they just remembered it was something they should say. "Okay, I will s-see you later."

Interaction sufficiently concluded, Arte gives Yuisa a short nod before heading back out into the ballroom, where some sort of commotion was starting to build.

END.

#yuisa echevarria.#mangemaw #event: the conclave #end /#just giving a blanket apology for everything that is late

alcidelaroux

As the fellow wolf stepped through the door and went to check their phone Alcide already knew it would be dead, most phones, unless otherwise warded, weren’t a match for Thera’s wards. “Sorry she’s paranoid,” Alcide indicated the unseen magic, “she’s never trusted a phone a day in her life. It’s why she only communicates in flora, fauna, and fate.” He smiled.

He wasn’t normally a nervous person but the lecture he had received the night before accompanied by the apparent nerves coming off of this wolf left him…well…nervous.

“I guess I should introduce myself I’m Dr. Alcide Laroux,” he extended a firm hand, “I’m sorry Thera has put you through all this trouble, it really wasn’t necessary, I’ve never been one for regional packs.”

No, it had never been something he’s been required to do before. He had Thera. And he had once had Lucas too. A pack of two. What a dream that had been.

“So I appreciate you making your way out here and if you ever need anything medical please feel free to stop by the hospital, but you can treat me as a paper member.”

huntedarte

Arte blinks when he tells them that it's not their phone that's the problem, but that the witch they had talked to had cloaked her store. Smart, though it probably wouldn't have mattered for them either way. Still, their skin prickles at the idea of stepping so deeply into magic's domain. It's not the same as being at Cham's house. Her wards feel familiar and homey at this point. Arte doesn't know Ther'as magic, and it's enough to put them on edge even more than they already were.

It wasn't helped when the man introduces himself and launches into a rehearsed speech that sounds more impressive than the one Arte tries to give to each new wolf passing through. "It's n-not, no t-trouble," Arte tells him seriously. He says a lot of words that they don't fully understand, especially the part about being a paper member when he was clearly flesh and blood.

"O-oh... I, mm..." Arte knows there are wolves out there that shy away from packs, for one reason or another. Arte understands it better than they might think, but they're already shaking their head. "I'm n-not going to f-force you or make you... make you do something you d-don't want, but it's not.. um, it's not s-safe to be... alone," they say quietly. Even if Alcide is not alone with Thera around, witches and werewolves have different paths and in Port Leiry, one can never be too careful. "It's e-e-easier with o-other people," they say with a quiet shrug. "We're not v-very um, t-trad- not traditional. Everyone is w-welcome, don't be rude to other pack m-members, ask f-for help when you n-need it, pitch in w-when you can. I check in a-after moons, but other than that..." they shrug loosely. "I'll... I won't pry." There's no official rulebook dictating any of that, but it's how Arte has kept things running over the past year and change.

#alcide laroux.#alcidelaroux

huntercam

Once he hands the silver over to Elyse, he backs up as much as he can while still being in the vicinity -- close enough to help her if she needs it, but far enough away to not be directly in the line of fire - of teeth, jaw, venom. He reaches for Elyse out of instinct, to pull her back, as well - "Watch from afar. Please." The worry is so much more heavy now, much more present as he considers the situation.

As they turn, he takes photos - not on his camera like he might if this were a vampire, but on his phone. Quick. Easy. "Remember, wolfsbane kills, silver burns -- See the marks in their fur?" It's a learning opportunity, and he watches their shift fully take hold, a righteous fury in their eyes. He almost laughs. Almost feels giddy.

The end of the silver chains are attached to the hitch on the truck. It'll have more power to drag them back over the curse line. "This one is different than the others, like I mentioned. Their curse was reversed." A twinkle in his eye at it. At the memory of the Ryan hunt.

Then, to Arte with a grin. "We're going to take you back over the line so Elyse here can watch again. Until the vision in our minds is perfect."

@elysiumkerr

elysiumkerr

It's different when she has to do it herself, to someone who still looked arguably human -- it had been so much easier when Autumn was an anonymous wolf in the woods. Elyse had gotten past the human nature of the vampire rather quickly, and she's sure a little more time in the presence of a werewolf would help her to manage the same. But soon, the silver is on. Cam is safe, and the wolf is chained.

This stranger's transformation makes An American Werewolf in London look like a picnic. There isn't even a bad moon rising to make this one special. It's forced, its fast, and she hears the snapping and grinding of bones and the begging of a still-human tongue all at once. It chills her as much as it fascinates her. Once turned, vampires simply are, but a werewolf... there's two sides. The were and the wolf. It's a curse, she knows that, but this creature... is cursed beyond measure.

"Wolfsbane kills, silver burns," she repeats. Elyse remembers how the herb had burned Autumn's skin, but she supposes it burned in the same way acid does. Caustic. Deadly. All-consuming. The stories have it backwards, then, don't they? A lone silver bullet won't do the trick. Now that's a silver lining, for the wolves. "I see the scars and the blinded eye -- how much of the human shape determines the wolf? How much of the wolf makes it back to the human?"

Then Cam explains -- their curse was reversed. Elyse can barely wrap her brain around it. A wolf at all times except under the moon? How do they know this beast is actually a human, and not some animal given two-legged skin? She only knows because Cam seems to know. To know that deep inside, this is a person wrapped in fur. There's still so much she doesn't understand about these supernatural beings -- she wonders if she'll ever get a lesson on witches, or if they're just too dangerous to outwit. To chain under the weight of their own base instincts. Elyse hops into the back of the truck bed and hits the side of the metal. "I'm ready, show me."

---

The first time they cross the curse line, Elyse watches the process. She can't tell whether it's unbreaking or re-breaking of the beast. The shape, the muscles, the bones -- none of that should fit inside the battered, scarred human skin that reforms. She tries not to listen to their words, their pleas for mercy. This is a lesson for her, on many levels.

The second time they cross the line, she looks instead at the claw marks in the dirt -- the creature's resistance. She wonders whether it's the animal survival instinct or a more human sort of fear that propels them thusly. She remembers how scared Autumn had been, disoriented and naked in Cameron's basement. Elyse wonders if the wolf feels remorse for the ones it eats and kills. The sound of snapping bones grows louder in her mind.

The third time they cross the curse line, she starts to feel sick with it all. Not just because of the movement of the truck, but because of the sounds. When she and Cam cut into a vampire, they did so slowly, with intention. There's intention here, laced in the curse -- but the intention is abject cruelty. And while the hunter-vampire is simply taking advantage of an unnatural nature to demonstrate the lesson to her full-bore, it's too much. She hears human cries in the gnashing of fangs, the begging and bending and breaking.

"Cam, stop! Stop, I've had enough of the lesson for tonight!"

@huntedarte @huntercam

huntedarte

Arte thrashes weakly when Cam reveals his intent, but there is no escape from the silver and drugs working in tandem to keep them subdued. They look over at the younger woman, as if pleading with her to find some shred of mercy, but all she does is jump into the truck eagerly, as though waiting for a show. The engine revs and they feel the chains tighten and drag their lupine form across the forest floor, back towards Port Leiry.

Bones break and reform, only this time the reddish brown fur disappears, leaving behind a trembling, naked figure in its stead. Howls turn back into screams, though they are both wordless. Their vision is blurred, already impaired on the best of days, but sweat drips down into their eyes, stinging them as they try go blink them away. It seems like they only give Arte a few minutes of reprieve before the ordeal is repeated, and they are dragged back across the boundary line.

The curse grips them again, forcing them through the same transformation, only this one takes a few extra minutes to complete. The wolf is panting, whining pitifully as they try to find any kind of purchase in the forest floor to keep them from being pushed through another shift. The taste of blood in their mouth sends the wolf into high alert, not realizing that it's their own blood that is triggering that instinctual part of their brain.

They are begging when they are back in their human form, their voice hoarse from screaming and howling, but their movements are sluggish. For everything that they have been through in their life, they have never experienced this kind of torture.

By the third time they take them across the boundary line, the transformation takes nearly as long as it would under the full moon. They have no more strength to resist, even as the pain makes them twitch faintly. They wonder whether any wolf has ever died from the shift.

Dirt and blood mix in their mouth, and they are resigned to their fate. Perhaps, Cameron will shoot them too in the end, finally completing the hunt he started years ago. It takes them a moment to realize that they aren't moving, and there's no hum of the motor. Exhaustion pulls at them, their body unable to weather the toll of the repeated transformations, and they let themself fall into unconsciousness with the scent of their burning flesh to accompany them.

@huntercam

#cam mccormick.#huntercam #elyse kerr.#elysiumkerr #it's fine i'm letting them take a nap #can wrap it up or you guys can keep going over arte's unconscious body too #torture tw #body horror tw #lmk if you need anything else tagged

duskruins

while it's true that she doesn't know much of the place, she heard enough from the couple that helped her; even if she was entirely lost and confused. the quicker she could get the car back, the more at ease she'd feel. "yeah....you'll be able to help right?" she asked a little defeated, as she didn't have anywhere else to go. the car may not be hers, but she felt responsible for it nonetheless.

at the mention of the tow truck, her expression lightened a bit as she nodded in response. keeping to herself, she had the cash ready and gripped in tight in her hand. 'she might just have enough for this' she thought to herself, as she had a couple grand left. turning back to arte, she was soon following along with them. "s-so um! how long do you think it'll take? to fix I mean? do I need to worry about buying new tires or? can they be.....taped? do you tape popped tires?" she asked almost rhetorically, as she truly didn't understand car mechanics.

lost in her thoughts for a bit, the question about being hurt had caught her off guard; was it visible? soon moving her hair over her shoulders, she hesitated a bit before trying to play it off. "uhh...no. I mean a few bruises and scratches from stumbling in the woods in the dark would do that for you, but uh... I think i'm fine~" she continued earnestly, as she waited for the doors to unlock. once inside, she pulled her seat-belt on and stared at the road ahead.

"uh, if I was hurt though, where can you go that won't cost an arm and leg to get checked out? it's just...being new to town, i'm....not sure how long i'll be staying here y'know?"

huntedarte

"It d-depends on the damage," they say with a regretful shrug, unable to give her any further reassurance. They could patch it if it was a small puncture, but it sounded like Cami was describing a completely blown out tire which would need to be replaced. But they say none of that out loud because they can already feel the waves of anxiety and stress rolling off her body.

They carefully navigate the truck down the route that the other is pointing out. Her question about finding medical help is odd, but they nod regardless, understanding what it feels like to be willing to pick up and leave at a moment's notice. They wonder where she was headed before they ended up in Port Leiry, but they remain quiet.

"Um, well, I don't... don't know really." Arte hasn't seen a doctor in decades. "B-but, that's why we h-have packs," they add casually, checking to see if Cami responded to the word. "If one p-person can't d-do something, the pack ch-chips in and they, they help each o-other."

#camila gomez.#duskruins #they are truly terrible at this my bad

mangemaw

"Arte." She repeats. "Yuisa. Warwick."

Her eyes travel up and down the werewolf opposite her. Composed well enough here, but the scrag of scarring on their face tells a story of fight and struggle, of survival that Yuisa can't help but respect, even if its a hypothetical. Eventide is a stranger pack, one that shirks more than just werewolf tradition.

"And it never really does," she scoffs. "Vampires and Witches, they'll add The Brotherhood to the Conclave before they let werewolves have their fair shake. But then, Vampires and Witches don't exactly have the struggles we do." For all their control under the night sky, all Wolves go a bit wild under the full moon. "Or the burdens."

Yuisa relaxes her stance. "What's your stake here in town, Eventide I mean? Can't just be surviving, yeah?"

huntedarte

Yuisa ignores the hand that Arte held out, opting instead to look them up and down as though trying to figure out if she likes what she sees. The words she spits out, though laced with irritation, aren't that wrong. Arte isn't really sure how these things are meant to go, but they were surprised that the packs seemed almost voiceless in the fabric of the Conclave.

But the other Alpha relaxes so Arte does the same, glad that her ire isn't going to be directed at them. Her question makes them furrow their brow. What more is there than survival? Somehow, they think that's the wrong question to ask so they try to come up with a different answer. "I just... wanna m-make sure no one's, l-like, not alone. Where t-they can get... you know, in t-trouble." That's more than survival right? "Ev-everyone, we all d-deserve a home." They square their shoulders and meet Yuisa's eye. They'll take whoever the other packs won't.

#yuisa echevarria.#mangemaw #event: the conclave

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"...why is this a game people play? I think Flick and I were s'posed to..., I don't... maybe that's not s-something she... she might want something different now. But if not, we can keep with that? The married p-part, I mean. Then... f-f... fff...uck... Ch- Sky... both? Even if it's f-fake, it still feels b-bad to say I want to k-kill one."

#cor.answered meme #this would be a lot easier to answer if they knew more things lmao #but also whoever asked this is rude af

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huntedarte

#cor.memeweekend #while i finish work before the weekend

The sound of power tools, clanking metal, the revving of engines, and a scratchy radio playing the "oldies", all of it spelled comfort to Arte. There was something about having an established routine that kept their hands and thoughts steady and present for the most part. Even in the garage, disruptions didn't jar them as much as they did out on the streets.

They are alone this evening, working after hours while the rest of the crew had gone home. They just wanted to finish this last car, head slowly bopping along to the song playing on the radio as they check all the bolts. But their nose prickles with an unfamiliar scent, though distinctly a wolf. They had memorized the scents of everyone who worked at the garage, and this one was new. They weren't part of Eventide either and Arte carefully tightened the final screw on the engine they were working on to go find the source of what was new.

There's a stranger in the entrance of the garage, but he doesn't seem unfriendly. It's not the first time a wolf has been sent to Palmer's to find them. "C-can I um, do you need h-help?" / @howlthorne

#howlthorne #lucas thorne.#lmk if this works!

New wolves coming to the city was a pretty common phenomenon, but they usually don't come with letters of recommendation from witches. They don't really know Thera, and the scent of her magic makes Arte squirm. But there is a gentle warmth to the witch that reminds them a little bit of Cham, and that's enough for Arte to want to help.

They slowly walk towards the Crow and Chalice, a store they've passed numerous times before but have never stepped foot in, but it's neutral enough ground for this initial meeting.

Magic tickles their nose, making it wrinkle, and Arte stands awkwardly just inside the doorway to wait. Their phone was dead, or else they would check the time to make sure they weren't late. (They were early actually).

"Um... h-hello?" / @alcidelaroux

#alcidelaroux #alcide laroux.#lmk if i should change anything!

The weeks following the Conclave fell back into some semblance of a routine. The visitors all went back to wherever they had come from and as far as Arte had heard, no one else had been murdered with symbols carved into their body. Hopefully, that would stay the case considering there were other things at play.

Since that night, Arte felt a little more at ease with the position they had claimed. They had survived their first conclave without anyone challenging them, and maybe... they weren't as awful at this as they thought? They mulled over the idea silently, red hair spilling over the seat of the ragged couch while their legs dangle over the back of it. The sound of the side door of the Alley opening makes them blink their eyes open, and an upside-down vision of Sky enters their field of view.

"H-hi," they say, twisting their neck slightly to follow her approach, and then wriggling their body into an upright seated position on the furniture. "Is um, are you good?" they ask. She's been quiet, quieter than normal, and Arte isn't sure if they had done something wrong. "How's Foam?" / @parkskylar

#parkskylar #skylar park.

morsmaledictio

Whether Arte truly understands the depth of her powers or not, Ros can't deny she finds the fear and awe splayed across their scarred features refreshing. This is a creature that knows something of the world and how it once was -- and how it should be. The tears pluck at her heartstrings a little, but she remembers that a scared wolf is still a wolf with teeth, and she doesn't particularly hope to be bitten if she presses the matter further. Proserpina isn't cruel for the sake of cruelty.

"She might not want to be found, no, but sometimes what children want isn't always what's best for them," she sighs, the maternal platitude merely something she wields like a sword rather than genuine concern for her offspring. She's a mother because they made her one. The witch will use that to her advantage. Ros does not step into Arte's space as they pull away, but instead stays rooted to her spot. "She may know. I'm not sure, I haven't exactly been subtle about it. But my daughter, my Anathema, has a magic to her that may even be greater than mine, or any other witch I've known. And magic leaves a signature -- when she uses it, I can find it; in the air, in the ground, in my heart."

The wolf's question is a fair one, and its ignorance is sweet. If she hadn't been sure before, she'd know now this is a Ryan child. Life hasn't been kind to them (nor has she, but her punishment of their species wasn't directly pointed at Arte). The question of abandonment, of who left who, cannot be answered very simply. But it is all she has time for now.

"Anathema made the choice to leave home one day when she felt she'd outgrown it. But she is very powerful and still has much to learn about herself and the world. What kind of parent would I be if I didn't at least try to find her?"

That one's rhetorical -- she doesn't need an answer.

"Thank you for your help, Arte. If you see her, please let her know her mother misses her. Her whole family -- her coven -- does. I'll be staying at the Catmint Cottage for the foreseeable future in case anyone needs to reach me."

huntedarte

END.

#proserpina mors.#morsmaledictio

autumnshowell

"Cool Beans." She nods - she knows it because she's picked up food deliveries from it before - Autumn doesn't really have the heart to tell Arte that she herself isn't really a cat person - that Thoreau is a unique case (something she still doesn't really want to admit to herself) because cats had made an enemy of her in her youth. She just nods instead. Arte affirms that they'll show up and Autumn smiles before looking to where Arte points. "Yeah. Don't uhm... don't be a stranger." She offers. "And uh... good luck with whatever the ... thing ... is, tonight."

huntedarte

END.

#autumnshowell #autumn howell.#event: the conclave

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