Spitfire.

Isabella Blake. 21. Front Desk Werewolf "And though she be but little, she is fierce"

[isabella-blake]

Through The Looking Glass

Have you ever wondered what life would be like through the looking glass? If you character is a supernatural, write a self-para about their life if they were a human. If your character is a human, write a self-para about their life as a supernatural (your choice of species). Include things like how their day to day routine would change, how their social circle would change, where they would be living, how different milestones in their life would be altered, etc. This should be 300 words minimum and 2-8 paragraphs.

Isabella’s life motto could be same shit, different day. The days felt monotonous, blurring together so deeply that she couldn’t differentiate whether certain things happened last week or last year. She got up, went to school (ugh) to learn about some subject that she didn’t care about from some teacher who cared too deeply about the subject, and then she might come home and make something plain Jane for dinner. She could run on autopilot - not even noticing the scary things that seemed to happen all around in West Hollow. People going missing, strange attacks that were hidden to the human population as an earthquake, balls that went awry for certain people….

It would all blur together until it might personally affect her. A bland friend goes missing in a peculiar way, nothing making sense about the public story, and then suddenly, she’d run straight into the Mystery Inc. kids who were snooping around the same crime scene. Finding an interest in their beliefs, she found herself engaged in something for the first time in her boring life. And not only engaged, but she felt so strongly that she found herself filling herself with knowledge about myths and legends, things that they once believed to be nothing more than scary stories. She became close with most of the Mystery Inc. kids, but some connected with her personality more, like Jess or Harper, who find fun in getting out of the same boring routines.

Now that she found the Mystery Inc., her days are more interesting. Waking up and grabbing a quick coffee that she set for 7:00am, she ran out the door, heading directly for the beaches. Meeting up with Jess, they begin to dig deeper into the ‘earthquake,’ discovering that the stories didn’t match up once they researched into the earth’s tectonic plates. Nothing seemed to add up. The girls would split, Jess going to talk to the group and Isabella going to research in the library, gaining some information from anyone who would hear her. After finding the information she needed, she realized she had missed class, which was becoming a more common thing now that she’d found her true calling. A Mystery Inc. member with a curiosity that had been stifled for decades of her life.

She planned to stick with them for as long as they’d have her, and she became a pretty useful asset, her fearless personality helping in more frightening situations. She, however, found something perfect about each member and what they brought to the table - they were a machine, one giant unit that couldn’t function without any one of them. Her life had finally taken off into something that made her feel a part of something, and she never looked back.

[isabella-blake]

reyvvar:

                 His eyebrows lifted at that information, sure that Michael had probably mentioned it but Rey just hadn’t remembered. There was always such a stark difference between those born with their abilities and those who had them thrust upon them. He wondered if this girl struggled with it like he’d heard about so many others doing, feeling sympathetic towards her. His lips peeled into a warm grin a moment later though, “Well, it’s somewhat figurative to our lives but hopefully not a perfect shoe fit either. In any case, I try to avoid being the frog or the scorpion at any rate.”

                He chuckled, amused by this girl’s quirkiness. “Well, okay, look — I promise that if there’s ever a chance to significantly improve your life with my petty magic, I try and help you out. As a general rule of thumb though, I try to avoid it. My parents never promoted laziness, so it kinda stuck after my super lazy college days.” He explained briefly, leaning against the counter now as the girl dragged him farther into supernatural speculation. Rey didn’t mind though, it was just crowds and jerks that bothered him. “Sure.” He said towards her question about werewolf inflicted injuries. “But if you’re asking more along the lines of have I ever stopped anyone from turning? The answer’s kind of a complicated no. You see, you guys possess this bacteria that runs as a pretty aggressive virus to uninfected hosts. The easy breakdown is that it’s all spore related, it has insanely fast membrane penetration, it seriously promotes immunity mutation… you run a high fever to cook the crap out of your antibodies so there’s nothing to fight it and also creates a great biological climate for spore reproduction, unfortunately. Trying to stop lycanthropy is kind of like trying to pick the diced onion out of a pasta sauce. You can try, you can get a bunch of it but you’re always going to miss a few. Sadly, the virus only needs the smallest amount to get it’s way so… Even my magic’s not always guaranteed to work that kind of miracle.” Rey explained, hoping that it was informative enough without being a complete downer. He’d had people ask before, hell, he’d had all kinds of species ask for all kinds of ailments. “The best thing I can offer is something I’ve been working on since the ball which acts as a sort of immunosuppressant. In human species that means a drug that alters your immune system from reacting to certain things. For us well… I’m tailoring it to different species. So far I’ve had it help werewolves with severe full moon anxiety… damnation side effects, so for demons — voices in people’s heads, hell-fire symptoms… extended out-of-water time limits for merfolk who maybe can’t rely on submerging themselves often enough… Things like that, it’s very successful so far but the potions still need a bit of work.” He told her, tangenting into his next answer. “So yeah, because of my occult job it tends to have me talk to a lot of different species. Whoever needs my help and can afford it, really.”

“Well, shit. Now I’m feeling the pressure to not be either, because it sounds like there’s... issues with being either the scorpion or the frog.” She felt way too curious now to go home and read the story. It felt like he knew a secret and she was just dying to learn what it was. Which was a first from a teacher. Isabella couldn’t stand school - sitting in a desk all day just made her brain feel as if it was melting out of her skull - definitely the reason she didn’t go to college.

“That’s fair.” She agreed, nodding her head as she spoke, “But, your parents must not have had an appreciation for a rainy day’s laziness or the way wood floor gets when you step on it on a cold winter day after being bundled in a bunch of blankets.” Sure, she ran on a slightly warmer temperature, but it seemed to make the cold a little bit more noticeable when the extremes came around. 

When he began to explain, though, the difficulty to treat a werewolf attack on a human, to stop them from turning, she frowned. While she personally found comfort in a more exciting life, she truly couldn’t wish the bone breaking upon another person - nor did she ever want to hurt or kill someone. At least, not the innocent. There was some sort of poetic justice in killing someone who had committed heinous crimes. She appreciated that he explained it in a way that she could understand after the more scientific explanation, because otherwise, her head felt as if it were spinning. “That’s kind of disappointing, I guess. I mean, not that you can’t do it, but because there’s really no fool proof way to fix someone who might not want to live like this. I mean, it brought a lot of positive things to my life, but my life before really sucked, so...” She shrugged, making a face, “Wait, so if someone was taking that as a human, would it maybe prevent them from turning because their immune system is being changed? Or is that still a pretty hard no?” Though, the full moon anxiety help might make Isabella appear to be stronger than she was.. “If you ever need a test dummy, then, you can use me. Might be kind of crazy. Might be fun. I mean, as long as it doesn’t kill me.” She laughed, nodding her head as it died down, “How much does it cost?”

[isabella-blake]

thiagcs:

Thiago turned around, walking by Isabella’s side in the direction they hoped would bring them back to the base. “Don’t worry about it. At least we’re making the most out of it,” he optimistically suggested, letting a small smile escape his lips. As they continued to walk, Thiago glanced around at their surroundings in attempts to see if he could recognize any certain trees or ditches. It certainly didn’t help that he was too caught up in their previous conversation to notice their surroundings before they realized that they were lost. “The future, geez,” he started, letting out a small chuckle. Thiago took a moment to think about the future (something he seldom thought about) before continuing to speak. “Nothing really big or important. What about you?”

She could see, eventually, the brightness from the trees beginning to thin out and she knew they were on the right track. So, she walked a little slower, making a face, “I suppose you shouldn’t trust me to be your guide again, huh? I don’t think it’s customary to get the clients lost. This is why they shove me behind the desk.” She sighed, thinking of how this was why she was at the bottom of the pack. She needed to do better. She needed to be better. “Don’t tell anyone I got you lost, alright? If there’s a comment card, just don’t fill it out.” She looked over, a half smile on her lips. “Well, I’m hoping to rank up. You know, stop being so useless, but I’ve definitely got a lot of work to do. Guess it didn’t help that I wasn’t much of a trainer before I got scratched, so... I’m sort of starting with next to no muscle.” It wasn’t often she was that vulnerably honest, but it felt safe to say.

[isabella-blake]

matty-boy:

Compared to most of his friends, Matty was one of the more cautious in the group. Going into the woods was generally not his idea of fun but with a guide, it seemed safe enough. Even if the guide was making jokes about killing him– which in another other context might have been more unsettling. “Well thanks for not sacrificing me… or eating me?” He said, a little confused on how to reply. He knew how to flirt, of course, but the mechanics of this banter were starting to get away from him. Was there something he could say back? Go ahead and try seemed a little forward.

“Isabella.” He smiled. “That’s a beautiful name. Definitely not the name of a killer.” His gazed traveled up to the trees, which had already begun to turn the signature, vivid colors that Autumn was known for. There was only a short time to enjoy the leaves before they fell to the ground. The more leaves that coated the ground, the more it reminded him that his favorite time of year was coming up quickly: winter.

“I’m a student at West Hollow Community College and I also work at the hospital as a receptionist. Not very exciting work but I enjoy it a lot. It’s always nice to see people visiting their family members. Do you like working at the campground?”

“You’re welcome.” She grinned, shaking her head. She just had a strange sense of humor - but maybe he didn’t have any special powers. Maybe those fears were real for him. Or maybe, she just was fearless to some things, because she overestimated her own strengths and abilities. Probably the latter. 

“Honestly, it’s not.” Her thoughts did sober up a bit as she felt grateful that she hadn’t ever killed or harmed anyone. And, being a wolf, those options were very possible, and she dreaded the day that it might actually happen. “I mean, I make a lot of jokes, but I’d never want to actually go through with that shit. I’m not that insane.” She too looked the other way, noticing the bright colors of the leaves and smelling the change in the air. It truly was a beautiful time, even if she didn’t appreciate winter as much as others might. 

“You probably see a lot of sad shit, though, right? Like, when bad stuff happens and people have to be left behind or see their loved one hurt?” She supposed it was better to think of only the happier moments, but the bad ones would probably scare her away. She didn’t know how to deal with those type of emotions. “Uh, yeah. I don’t normally get to do the tours, but when everyone’s busy or off.. I get to do the fun part. I prefer to be outside, honestly. Sometimes working the front desk gets a little boring.”

[isabella-blake]

jcrdan--shchini:

     The last thing Jordan had expected was an outburst like this. It was hitting here, even more since her mind still tried to wrap around the fact that the man she was looking for could maybe be here in this town - that, or her eyes had been playing tricks onto her again.

   “I thought I saw someone…. who’d just vanished on me a couple of years ago without a word.” A lame excue, maybe. But the truth. That, and while Jordan would normally have a quick response, she was too confused to think of one now. Maybe the incident that had made her becoming a private investigator was having more influence on her than she’d thought. “But he continued to walk without saying anything so…. I’m not sure.”

“Oh. Like. A boyfriend or something? Why don’t we go look for him then?” And kick his ass - her thoughts, but she felt like if she said that, she would make matters worse. But, some guy just disappearing without a trace? Unless he was kidnapped or turned or something, he had no excuse. Though, she didn’t know the full story. 

She pulled at the woman’s arm - Isabella wasn’t the best with comforting people or talking about things, but she could do something, most of the time. So this was the only answer she knew how to do well. “You’ll only keep wondering if we don’t try.”

[isabella-blake]

ophcliaisms:

Ophelia just watched as the other was taken aback by her question, eyes scanning over her with calm curiosity as she waited for her answer. Honestly, she could care less if she had gotten it wrong – it was easy enough to brush off as a silly joke, but even then, people knew the rumors. She had customers in Wardwell commenting all the time about the fact that there were spooky tales about the town, and after a while, she didn’t mind it. In fact, after a while, it made her laugh, and she enjoyed hearing the stories. 

“You’re talking about the moon, you have a place you like to go in the woods alone, you work here….you’re a bit of a cliche.” Ophelia smirked in the other’s direction, before looking to the ground and shrugging. “Witch, y’know, like the Wardwell coven and stuff.” she looked back up to her, “I’m not gonna like, curse you or anything. I don’t meet a lot of people outside the coven, honestly…” Ophelia trailed back off, grin diminishing as she thought on it and looked in the distance to the moon. After a few seconds of silence, she broke the tension, but still didn’t directly look at her. “I know some witches who come out here too, late at night when the moon is full too, though.”

“I guess I am.” She commented, chuckling at how ridiculous the pieces just seemed to mesh together. But, how could she have known she was speaking with a witch or anyone who could potentially pinpoint what she was straight from the ominous clues that had been But, it felt like a relief that she knew, that she was something other than human, and Ophelia didn’t seem like the horrifying type to out her to the world. 

“That’s pretty rad, though. Being in a coven. It’s kind of like being in a pack, right? Does it have that homey feeling?” She didn’t know much about witches and covens, but from her understanding, they also had a leader - they just didn’t call that person an Alpha. “I mean, you could curse me if you could turn me back to normal. It might be kind of cool to be cursed.” She snickered under her breath, knowing not too many people would even think some of the wild things that Isabella thought. “You do? Are they... out here then to hurt people? Or something different?” The woman seemed almost... sad? but she couldn’t figure out why. “I mean, if you’re allowed to tell me, I guess. I, um... do you wanna like talk about it over a drink or something? That usually makes me feel better.”

[isabella-blake]

huvall:

              Skulking. That was the less professional term for what Hugo was doing, running his fingers over sulphuric ledges and snooping for any demonic activity outside his own. The ball, should he have attended for more than five minutes before he’d been lured back to his car with his pants halfway down to his ankles, was a mess. Or so he’d heard from the whispers around town that circled the underground, the parallel living sanctum of supernaturals among the… well, naturals was being polite. After all, when Hugo wasn’t pouring drinks for species a thousand times more boring than him, he was doing the dirty work of the supernatural elites. Catherine wanted eyes, Carreau wanted heads… whatever the others wanted, well, they hadn’t exactly been specific yet. But Hugo knew they’d call on him when they needed. They always did.

              Naturally, chaos was his thing. So when he heard the sound of a large piece of furniture tipping, books splaying everywhere and antiques crashing to the floor, he was quick to react. Too quick, in fact, as he turned and knocked his head straight on the unnecessarily decorative haunch of the archway. Giving out a grimace shortly before a hallway table tipped and crushed his big toe, Hugo let out a small yet disgruntled groan.

    “God —” He responded dramatically, taking a moment to soak in the pain before he felt the bones begin to mend themselves with a gross little crunch inside his shoes. “Alright, Creepy Cassidy… petty sure you just broke all of my toes and that the onus is on me to get to ask the first question.”

It couldn’t have been stopped - laughter escaped and wouldn’t stop. Sure, she probably shouldn’t laugh at someone else’s misfortune, but it felt like a cartoon where the freakishly tall man just can’t seem to stop banging his head on doorways and such. “Guess you shouldn’t have grown that tall, bud.” She commented between her chuckles, appreciating her unnatural shortness in that specific moment. “Though, if we’re being honest here, it’s completely not my fault that you ran into that archway. But, if it makes you feel better, you can ask the first question.”

But, of course, she didn’t let that happen. Before he even had a moment to speak, her mouth was moving again, thoughts filling her mind. She didn’t recognize this face. Most faces she could at least recognize from passing or from a party or something, but this one... she couldn’t place. “Were you at the ball? Is that why you’re here? Are you snooping?” It felt easier to project what she was doing onto him instead of getting caught being a Nosey Nelly. 

“And, um, I guess... do you need medical attention for your toes?” Felt polite to ask, even if Isabella really wasn’t polite.

[isabella-blake]

desireevalentine:

”Could have fooled me,” she spat, “I guess it’s just hard to get used to more extravagant surroundings when you’re spending so much time in the dirty woods.” Desiree leaned back on the red leather bar stool, crossing her arms and shaking her head. “Oh, you know, fucking with people, fucking people, the thrill of a good hunt, doing whatever I have to to get my own way. Every night is a little different.”

“Yeah? You think this is extravagant?” Isabella’s green eyes wandered to the areas of the club that definitely needed to be improved, a judgmental smirk forming upon her lips. “I suppose we all have different... tastes. Though, one could easily argue how much more beautiful nature is than anything manmade. Or... well, dead manmade.” She rolled her eyes - this bitch sounded like a princess and there was a teeny tiny piece of Isabella that respected that. Not that she’d admit to it. “Well, at least you’re not a lame as the vampires from Twilight. They really ripped your species to shreds. I thoroughly enjoyed reading how lame they made y’all..”

[isabella-blake]

aubreycasteleyn:

Fairies really did suck at lying. Why did Aubrey even bother trying? She felt as though it would be awkward to say that she was just joking now, so she would have to try her best to keep it up. “Yep,” she nodded her head, “Not really sure what the fundraiser is about. Probably some angel thing.” The fairy gave Isabella a big smile - probably too big of a smile. Crap. She did not want to get caught in a lie. “A janitor? Oh no, no. Just a volunteer. The boss got caught up in some… business and couldn’t make it, so he sent me.”

“Well, then... I’ll just... help you set up, then. Not like I’ve got anything better to do, and I can imagine your boss would love some free help.” Isabella had finished what she’d messed up, and she moved closer towards the banquet hall - she also might gain some useful information this way, too. A good excuse to continue her sleuthing, whether the blonde was lying or not. Though, if she were there for the same thing as the wolf, Isabella felt maybe they could work together. At least for that day. Unless she was a vampire, then she could go fuck herself. Anyone else, she wouldn’t mind. “What needs to go where?”

[isabella-blake]

jesssland:

                  Jess looked at the girl’s phone, unsure of why she hesitated when she did. Making friends was relatively easy for her, after all, being an extrovert had it’s extra-perks, but this almost felt too easy. Was this what finding a soul mate in a friend felt like? Jess tried to squash down the excitement in her stomach, reducing it to little bubbles in her fingers and toes instead. Trying to appear casual about the exchange, Jess shrugged it off to the wind a second later and snatched up the cell to punch in her number. With a grin, she put herself under Jess: Second Coolest Person Ever. Satisfied with a devil emoji thrown in there, she handed the cell back with a wide grin, “God, even your name sounds cool. Life is so unfair.” Jess sighed, gesturing at Isabella.

        “My life is basically a living meme, okay, and not the good kind so don’t overestimate me.” Jess laughed, shaking her head at herself and the unfortunate situations she got herself into without even trying. When it came down to it though, she wasn’t so much a klutz or habitually stupid like some comical sidekick to a pop-cult classic… but that being said, she was a magnet for radical gestures, plot twists, and unfortunate consequences. Boring definitely didn’t suit her or her lifestyle, and Jess wondered if that would bother Isabella. After all, some people minded.

        “Well hey, if you end up getting one make sure to tell me and use me as your what-not-to-do inspiration,” Jess gave a lazy grin, looking at the other brunette curiously. “Yeah, well, West Hollow kind of has that effect on people. If it’s not finding some weird way to turn your life into an episode of Bold And The Beautiful with a Twist or whatever — you’re bound to go missing in the woods sooner or later.” She joked, “Seriously though, watch your back. This place… it can be kind of unforgiving on people.” Jess told her new friend, feeling a moment of sobriety through all the shared laughter and dark jokes. Perking up though when Isabella said she worked at the campground, Jess couldn’t believe her luck. If anything weird ever happened there with the witches or the wolves or the fairies even — surely Isabella would have heard about it.

        “That’s so dope, I’m going to come visit you on one of my days off. I haven’t been to the campground in ages, I remember it being the bomb when we were kids…” Jess remembered before sucking in a breath and recalling the details of her earliest childhood West Hollow mystery. “Oh, god, I don’t know, we were like… fourteen, maybe? Fifteen at max. It was for this stupid school camp we had to go to and the teachers were all on us about you know, staying in the designated campground and not wandering off,etcetera etcetera… Spoiler alert, rules drive me crazy so I got my best friend at the time and told him we had to check out some of the other cabins and stuff after everyone went to bed. Another friend of mine had said something about that kid who had died down by the lake back, I don’t know, in like the sixties?” She trailed off, waiting to see if Isabella had heard of the story.

Isabella grinned - the woman had an excellent sense of humor. She didn’t want to get overly excited either, over making a new friend (who seemed pretty awesome in every way, so far), but a feeling of something like belonging - the same feeling she felt when she found the pack - washed over her. “Your name is cool enough.” She assured the girl, rolling her eyes a bit, “I’d almost love to chuck my last name back to my dickwad parents and just be Isabella - the last nameless wonder.” 

Letting out a loud laugh, the werewolf glanced over, almost shaking her head in approval at the woman’s comment. “A living meme. I have never heard anyone refer to themselves like that, and I’ve got to say - that’s the best fucking thing I think I’ve ever heard in my damn life. I’m totally stealing it. I’ll end it with as copyrighted by Jess - second coolest person ever.” She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous - this girl had lived what sounded like a very interesting life and up until recently, Isabella’s life had been bland. Her parents controlled so much of what she did, and mediocrity wasn’t made for her. “Call me for your next wild living meme adventure.” She grinned, narrowing her eyes playfully at the woman, as if it were a threat.

She shook her head, “Nope, nope, gotta make all the stupid mistakes for myself. I mean, if I decide to get devil horns on my forehead, then... maybe I will regret saying that, but it would definitely be cool to have until I’m old as fuck.” She paused, thinking if I make to be old. Living life on the edge had its ups and downs. “What’s your tattoo of?” She couldn’t remember - had the other told her? “It does, but... honestly, more people need a little bit of life on the edge. And, sure, there’s always negatives with that, like the potential for an early demise or some crazy attack... but we only live once, not to sound like a living YOLO or anything.” Nothing was worse than going through life just living through the motions, never experiencing anything incredible or anything horrible. Being at a constant neutral made her feel as if life had no meaning, and finally, she had found hers. But she did take her friend’s advice to heart, because Isabella could be pretty reckless, “Thanks, though. Us short girls definitely have to be a little bit more careful than the rest.”

As the girl trailed off, Isabella thought, trying to pinpoint the specific story in her head. Certainly it had to have been something off - something that might seem a little bit strange to the human eye, but she couldn’t pull it to the front of her mind. And, the girl’s answer might help Isabella pinpoint if the woman was human or if there was something extra to her. If she had a little supernatural blood running through her veins. Or if she even knew about them. “No, I don’t think I’ve heard that once since I’ve moved... sorry to make you blabber on about something that people here have probably known forever.”

[isabella-blake]

thiagcs:

Although Thiago was glad that Isabella had dropped the subject of his death, he wasn’t so glad that they were lost in the forest. He could tell that Isabella was trying to hide her panic, so he figured he should keep any of his nervousness under wraps. “My memory? Pretty decent,” he replied with a shrug. Thiago could remember current things very well and had a snappy short term memory. Though, the fact that he had a solid two years missing from his memory was a completely different story. “How about we just turn back and retrace our steps?” He posed the question with a nod. Unlike Isabella, Thiago was able to teleport. He considered the option momentarily, but quickly realized that Isabella would be left behind. “We’ve been walking in a pretty steady path. I can imagine that it wouldn’t be too hard to find where we started.” Thiago tried his best to appear positive, though he was quite nervous internally.

Isabella nodded slowly, turning around and beginning to head back the way they’d come. “Sorry... I feel kind of like an ass. Getting us lost and all.” She began, though apologies were definitely not her thing. So, instead she kept her eyes forward, watching for signs of potential danger. After all, being in the woods after dark could be dangerous - for her, at least. “Got any fun plans in the future?” She opened the opportunity to distract himself from her mishap in getting lost, and she found herself curious.

[trickster--boy-deactivated20180]

          While Jordan was here in town because of a totally different case, she could not help the past to catch her again now and then, often leaving her behind confused and emotionally drained when it happend. Just like now. There was a face in the crowd Jordan thought she knew, a face she hadn’t seen for many years anymore now. 

        “Hey…..” the brunette called, turning her head quickly to catch the other, but her call was not heard. Had her mind just been playing tricks on her? Was she maybe just too tired, and seeing things that did not exist? Still not sure what she had seen, Jordan wanted to continue her way, but, instead, bumped into someone, the coffee she had just bought falling out of her hand and spilling all over the stones of the sidewalk.         

[isabella-blake]

Pushing through a sea of people wasnt exactly how Isabella planned to spend her Sunday. But, there was some new coffee at Starbucks that she had to try, because she couldn’t resist herself. And, when she felt a body collide into hers and splatters of the coffee drops that had just crashed to the floor, she felt her temper rise and she had immediately wished she hadn’t left her home that morning.

“What the actual fuck, man? I know I’m small, but that’s not a fucking excuse to not pay the fuck attention to where you’ve walking!” She sighed, trying to control her rage - curse of being a werewolf. That damn temper. “Fuck. Sorry. Are you like super busy or some shit? If you have a decent excuse, maybe I can chill the fuck out. A little, at least.”

[isabella-blake]

thiagcs:

Thiago nodded along to Isabella’s agreement to the plan. Although he was unsure if he was actually going to try to fight, he was excited to use the opportunity to hang out with Isabella. Although she could be a bit harsh sometimes, he sincerely enjoyed her personality. “How about I swing by after you all are fully clothed,” he offered with a soft laugh. At Isabella’s question, Thiago froze up a bit. More than anything, he hated talking about his death. The fact that he hardly knew anything about the situation made him feel even more powerless than he already was, so it didn’t help that her question was on that topic. “Yeah, I can remember things from before I-uh,” he started, answering as vaguely as possible. Although he couldn’t remember any things from two years before his death, he could remember things from his childhood and high school years. Thiago continued to walk deeper into the forest with Isabella, hoping that she was paying attention to where they were going.

Honestly -- she hadn’t been paying attention to where they were going. She had gotten caught up in her questions and answers, and suddenly, when the brunette looked up, she couldn’t tell where they were. She tried not to show her nerves that they were lost. “Um...” It directed her thoughts away from his death stories. “So, this is a really, um... cool part of the forest.” So cool that she hadn’t seen it herself. “Now, real talk. How good is your memory?” She laughed nervously, an apologetic look on her face as she looked up and then back to the trails, looking for anything familiar. “Don’t worry - I got this. I, um... you would have thought I would have been through every inch of this place by now, eh? Wish I had my wolf powers as a human. Could smell my way out.”

[isabella-blake]

ophcliaisms:

“Probably both. There’s only so much you can read about the Kardashians, I’ve found.” Ophelia played along, chuckling softly after her reply. For once, there was someone in this town half bearable that wasn’t either trying to get into her pants, destroy the town, or ‘expose’ her species. Of course, it seemed Jess wanted to reconnect and Rey was always a good friend to have around, but Ophelia always needed to expand her social circle.

At the woman’s response, Ophelia felt a twinge of sadness. The response was so melancholy, and honestly, Ophelia couldn’t help but notice it. She had to be a werewolf. The sight in front of them that she led her too made Ophelia give a genuine smile of joy and admiration. What a lovely place. “It’s beautiful. I can understand.” she nodded back to her. When she began questioning, though, Ophelia shook her head. “No. My parents are off somewhere and we moved back when I was in High School.” she explained. After taking a moment to look over it all once again, she turned to her. “Let me ask you: are you a werewolf? Cause you seem like a werewolf.”

Laughing, Isabella shook her head. Keeping up with the Kardashians and other celebrities just made her head feel fried. Unknowingly, her thoughts were in the same place, even if she was a little more hesitant to branch outside of her particular species. Though, she knew nothing of what the other woman was or if she was just a human. She didn’t give off many clues for Isabella to latch on to. 

“I could live here. But, I dunno how I’d feel about sleeping in a tent for the rest of my life.” She joked, still staring off across the hilltop. Her cheeks felt on fire as the question just blurted out, and she was at a loss for words. How people around here seemed to keep doing that, she wasn’t sure, but it had happened twice now. “I--” She peeked over, meeting the woman’s eyes, and she knew there was just no arguing. “How do you know? You- You must be something, then. If you know werewolves exist...”

[isabella-blake]

aubreycasteleyn:

The fairy jumped when she heard the loud crash from behind her. She quickly turned around and saw the woman, obviously very nervous and shocked herself. “Me?” she asked, trying to think of a cover up, “I work here. Yeah, I was gonna make sure that the ballroom was fit for the next event in here. Some kind’ve fundraiser is planned for next week. You better clean up that mess.” The fairy motioned towards the fallen bookcase and the books scattered around it.

Isabella stepped a little closer, her gaze locked upon the blonde’s as she tried to determine if she was telling the truth. She couldn’t remember hearing about a fundraiser next week, but maybe if she probed a little deeper.... “They’re really gonna have another fesitival here? Everyone seemed overly freaked out at the last one. Seems like this place might be like... cursed or something...” She bent down, beginning to organize a bit of the mess, cautiously glancing up every now and then to keep an eye out, “What’s the fundraiser for? Are you like...a janitor or something, then?” Catching someone in a lie often was easier than just accusing someone of lying. 

[isabella-blake]

thiagcs:

“If you’re up for the challenge, I’ll maybe take you up on those lessons,” he said with a grin and a chuckle. Although he wouldn’t admit it, Thiago would most likely give up halfway through the lesson and insist that the pair go get ice cream. He obviously wasn’t a fan of anything violent but he would definitely take the chance to hang out with Isabella another time. “Hopefully no major injuries next month either. I can make everyone hot chocolate for when they turn back,” Thiago offered with a smile, following Isabella down the path. He couldn’t help but blush and smile at Isabella’s compliment. “You’ll have to ask my parents. They’re the ones that brought me up this way.”

“Alright, some time next week, then.” She promised, knowing deep down that he probably wouldn’t want to actually fight with her. But, regardless, she enjoyed his company and she also wanted to keep an eye out for him. He found himself dead once, and Isabella just wanted to be sure he didn’t find himself maimed or tortured... if that was even possible. “Honestly, I think most people would really like that. I mean, as long as you don’t mind us all naked and groaning.” She joked, nudging her arm in his direction. “I’m gonna have to tell them they really fucked with my bitchiness. Anyways..” She had to ask, “Do you remember things from before you were... you know... dead?”

[isabella-blake]

reyvvar:

         “And I believe a werewolf is an even bigger difference?” Rey asked considerately, attempting to read the situation and wondering if this was just her rigid nature or her being new had something to do with the standoffish look she wore. It wasn’t like this girl was on her strongest defense exactly, though Rey didn’t blame her if she was. West Hollow wasn’t any normal town and one had to stay on their guard around here if they were going to be smart. “Maybe you should have a read of it when you get home tonight, it might help you tap into what you think you should and shouldn’t do when it comes to your core nature. That’s — not to say you’re the scorpion… But,” He shrugs mildly, trying to think of the best way to execute his point to her. “I’ve heard it gives people like us a better understanding of themselves sometimes. Or at least a perspective, if you don’t resonate with either of the main characters.” He offered.

                 Listening to her retort, Rey tried not to grin too wide. It seems she’d tapped into his personality already, “Hey. Don’t forget Mythbusters reruns.” He added, smiling easily when she mentioned the mortal travesties of a healer’s homelife. “Oddly enough, it’s almost like seasonal work sometimes… Some months, I get left alone pretty much most of the week and then as soon as it gets warmer or there’s a new Big Bad Something in town — sales skyrocket.” He told her easily, not seeing the harm in sharing the information despite how often he usually shied away from explaining anything about his warlock work. “But hey. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Sure, you won’t really get me in hiking boots but… this place needs young, adventurous people like yourself to keep it going. Specifically, people like you, in fact. As much as some of the other species hate to admit it — we all kind of need each other around to keep things going.”

Blinking once while nodding and slowly beginning to smile, Isabella responded a little less coldly, “Yeah.” She sighed, reminiscently the night that everything changed. She still found herself excited of her strength and newfound adventure, but deep down, the thought of harming an innocent or just having to break all her bones every month still haunted her. “Still a shock, though. Every month. I wasn’t exactly born this way.” She didn’t know why she felt a need to explain that, but she did. “Fine, I’ll read it later. How you’ve managed to give me homework, I’m not entirely sure, but...” The latter comment was a joke, evidenced by the growing grin on her lips. “I’m probably the scorpion. I mean, not that I’ve read it, but I am now a predator.” Her eyes rolled at the very word. Who’s afraid of the runt wolf? 

MythBusters. A classic. “I wish I had petty powers when I watch that show, because, commercials are never long enough, and who wants to miss anything?!” Maybe he was joking about loving MythBusters, but Isabella couldn’t help but be fascinated with that damn show. Her smile fell slightly, and she couldn’t quite stop the question that spit out, “Have you ever treated someone who got hurt in a werewolf attack?” Her biggest fear. Maybe he knew how to help those people. “I’m not really anybody to the pack, though, so until I can move up the ranks, people like me don’t really matter.” She sighed, brushing it off, “Do you tend to talk to other species or is this just a random I cornered you so you had no choice kind of chat?”