𝐖𝐇𝐎: thane rowan, closed to lucretia melrose @mawsagape
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: august 14th, 8:05am
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: mountain & moon apothecary
❝ Good morning. ❞ He mumbles the greeting, chapped lips forming clumsily around the words as he approaches the counter. His eyes flick up as his mouth press into a TIGHT line: is this being polite? Is this being normal? She's been here for about six months, now. You'd think he would have figured out how to act HUMAN in that time. It's very rare that he encounters anyone outside the pack on a regular basis, however. Maybe a few joggers on schedules, a bartender or two. And her. Luke. A pretty girl with a cute nickname. Just fucking kill me now.
He brandishes his knapsack, slinging it onto the counter. The action knocks more than a little DIRT and DEBRIS loose from his clothes; admittedly, he doesn't notice what a mess he's making. ❝ I come bearing gifts. ❞ He smiles, and the corners of his eyes wrinkle with genuine warmth. ❝ Lots of good stuff for you today. ❞
He normally comes at lunch, or before close. But he's been spending a lot of time in the woods lately. A part of him feels like what happened at the bonfire was HIS FAULT. It's the worst moment of his life all over again, and the guilt is ten times heavier this time around. Almost unbearable. This part of his routine managed to continue mostly unaffected. It HELPS people. And he's already out there constantly, searching.
Thane clears his throat awkwardly and fumbles with the closure on his bag. ❝ It's mostly just elderberries and mushrooms, but the RAIN the other day — I was able to find some good stuff, too. ❞ You already said that. ❝ Real good stuff. ❞ Eyes momentarily FLARE as he rocks on the balls of his feet once. Yup.
“good mornin’.” looking up as he approaches the counter, smile stretching across face when she sees who it is that came through the door. seeing thane always managed to make her days a bit brighter, no matter what time he came in. well–other than the times where thelma is up front when he walks in. there’s always a sort of tension radiating between the two, unspoken, but there. despite her curiosity, she never asked about it. if luke learnt anything in the past twenty years, it was to mind her business until it became her business. “how’dya know i was runnin’ low on elderberries? please tell me you ain’t comin’ down with that flu that’s goin’ ‘round too.” she’s teasing him, knowing that if he did have it, more than likely odessa would’ve came in to grab him something.
“oh! before i forget, i have gifts for you as well.” reaching under the counter, pulling out two packages of mixed herbs and putting it on the counter between them. “last time odessa was here, she snitched on you. said you were drinkin’ way too much caffeine after a night of alcohol, so i made you a herbal mixture of ginger & peppermint tea. no caffeine, helps with nausea, hydration, headaches, bloating, gas–” is she rambling? she might be rambling, cheeks heating up slightly as she realizes, “–and a plethora of other things that you probably don’t want to stand around and listen to. free of charge.” awkwardly chuckles. god, she hasn’t been like this around a guy in years.
who: open | when: aug. 16th | where: in the woods, 8:00 PM.
the sun was going down, basking this side of the world in orange rays of light. any normal person wouldn't be in the woods at this time, especially after what happened to that girl at the bonfire. missing, pending investigation. it was weird, how a girl could just vanish into thin air with a crowd of people on the same beach. then again, everything in forks was weird. the people, the atmosphere. if luke didn't know how to mind her business, she's sure she would be gossiping with the rest of them rather than hiking alone with her dog in the very same woods that the girl went missing in.
[ phoebe tonkin. cis woman. she/her. n/a. ] ✦ in the dying light of forks, there’s always someone new moving beneath the clouds. this time, it’s lucretia “luke” melrose, the thirty-five year old transplant. they say they’ve been here for six months, but the story shifts depending on who you ask. either way, they’ve been seen haunting northbound books, after their shift as a mixologist at mountain & moon apothecary. they’re part of the ordinary, and most people say they’re like the sun coming out on a cloudy day, the smell of roses and old books, ink splatters on parchment paper, floral patterns on outfits. as for where they stand on the town’s quiet war? they feel the shift in the air, like something bad is going to happen even if she doesn’t know what it is. at the end of the day, you’ll catch them humming silver springs by fleetwood mac, but they’ll just tell you: “enduring things is what i do best.“
the mun.
name: lorna.
age: twenty3.
pronouns: they/them.
timezone: est.
the muse.
character name & faceclaim: lucretia "luke" melrose (phoebe tonkin).
group / species: ordinary.
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what brought them to forks ?
fate, as weird as it may sound. before moving to forks, she was what you'd call a nomad. never staying in one place for too long. it's been that way since she was a teenager. when she passed that "welcome to forks" sign, she wasn't expecting to place her roots down. to stay after spending so long on the road. but, fate is strange.
if they had to pick a side (vampires or werewolves) which would they pick ?
wolves. why? because they're predictable. safer. vampires are bloodthirsty, ravenous in ways that nobody can truly understand. it doesn't matter what diet they choose, drinking blood will always be the thing they have in common. and as long as they drink it, there's a possibility that they could turn and go on killing sprees, murdering innocents and leaving bodies in their wake.
full name: lucretia ebony melrose. birth name. carolina jade allen. nicknames. luke, lucy, tia. date of birth: june 6th. age: thirty5. species: ordinary. gender: female. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. birthplace: elkhorn, kentucky. current location: forks, washington. occupation: mixologist. languages: english, french. traits: intelligent, kind, cunning. aesthetics: the sun coming out on a cloudy day, the smell of roses and old books, ink splatters on parchment paper, floral patterns on outfits. appearance: 5'9", dark brown hair that hangs just above her waist. green eyes. lean, athletic build. scars: large mark that wraps around right leg, starting from calf & spanning down to ankle. says it's from a hiking trip gone wrong in her teen years. alikes: the smell of lavender + coffee, hiking, reading, writing, making remedies, drawing, herbal tea, greek + norse mythology, gardening, more tba. dislikes: sudden loud noises, yelling, being watched, alcohol, talking about her past, more tba.
family: father, bonnie allen. mother, barbara allen (née davis) ♱. siblings, lucy allen ♱, clementine allen ♱, vincent melrose. pets: a female doberman named "claudia".
𝐖𝐇𝐎: thane rowan, closed to odessa rowan @mawsagape
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: august 6th, 6:17pm
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: la push beach
He's the first one on site. Of course he is; SOMEONE needs to oversee things to his standards, and there's only one man for the job. Unfortunately.
Everything is almost ready, now. Last minute supply runs, arguments about the minimal decor, and emergency fortifications had threatened to delay the official celebrations for maybe an hour or so in the early afternoon until things settled — Thane had watched the organizers and their helping hands SCURRY across the beach, to and fro, since the sun was high in the sky. Of course, idle hands are the devil's playground, and Thane's own large, rough digits were not spared preparatory work. Setting and lighting torches, building the fire pit, securing the perimeter, checking in with the tribal security HIDDEN amongst the unsuspecting masses.
For the Redmaw faction, Thane himself is the security. Can't trust the others anymore, Cade has reminded him CONSTANTLY since the split, they've gone soft and we can't rely on them, only ourselves, only ourselves. The fate of the new pack, it would seem: together, but alone.
❝ There you are, ❞ he calls out. Odessa moves towards him across the sand, dim evening sun in her face. A smile breaks on weathered skin and Thane straightens over the cooler he's been filling with ice. ❝ Been looking for you, kiddo. ❞ He closes the distance between them and wraps his niece in a too-warm embrace.
❝ Already fuckin' EXHAUSTED out here, don't know how I'll last the night. ❞ Of course, he knows, though. The same way he always does: the sleep will come when the sun rises once more, and his tired mind forgets to be guilty for just long enough to let those heavy eyes close in PEACE.
she didn't want to come, that much was for certain. the look on her face said it all the moment she stepped off of the pavement and onto the sand, boots sinking with each step and causing her to trip more times than she'd liked. anyone who knew odessa personally knew that she hated large gatherings, preferring to stick to those close to her or alone. she'd usually skip any event like this, but her father forced her to come. said something about wanting to keep a close eye on the vampires, how they might need her abilities if something were to happen.
"here i am, unfortunately." said with a half smile, always happy to see her uncle. she's wrapping her arms around him when he embraces her, allowing a moment of familial comfort before the shitshow would begin. "might be able to make it through the night if you have beer in that thing." talking about the cooler he'd been hunched over. she was half joking, only half.
being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home
i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me
[ amber midthunder. 2spirit. any pronouns. unshifted strength. ] ✦ in the dying light of forks, there’s always someone new moving beneath the clouds. this time, it’s ODESSA ROWAN, the TWENTY-FIVE year old LOCAL. they say they’ve been here for TWENTY YEARS, but the story shifts depending on who you ask. either way, they’ve been seen haunting MOSS & MOON CAFÉ, after their shift as a MORTICIAN at CEDARWOOD FUNERAL HOME & CEMETARY. they’re part of the REDMAW FACTION, and most people say they’re like WILTED ROSES WITHOUT THE THORNS CUT OFF, A DANGEROUS SIDE-EYED GLARE GIVEN TO WARD OFF ANY UNWANTED ADVANCES, WAVES CRASHING AGAINST SHARPENED ROCKS, THE FOREST AT NIGHTFALL . as for where they stand on the town’s quiet war? they feel READY TO GET THEIR HANDS DIRTY IF IT COMES DOWN TO A FIGHT. at the end of the day, you’ll catch them humming HOLLOW BONES BY ANNA GRAVES, but they’ll just tell you: “TAKE CARE OF THE LAND, SOMEDAY YOU’LL BE PART OF IT.“
the mun.
name: lorna.
age: twenty3.
pronouns: they/them.
timezone: est.
the muse.
character name & faceclaim: odessa rowan (amber midthunder).
group / species: shapeshifter, redmaw faction.
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when was their first shift ?
traumatizing. that's the word she'd use to describe their first ever shift. she remembers the day clearly, as if it happened merely yesterday. the memory embedded so deep into their core that they still have nightmares about it. odessa remembers how their mother woke her up with a kiss to the forehead, how the woman made pancakes before declaring they'd have themselves a "girls day" in port angeles, shopping and exploring to their hearts content. they remember being happy, excited for that day. spending time with her mother was something she enjoyed, even as a moody teenager who still fought with their parents from time to time. a day filled with laughter of a mother and her daughter, not realizing it would be the last time they'd see each other.
it was raining on the way back, roads slick and forest on either side of the car, caging them in darkness. growing up redmaw, odessa knew that the darkness of the forest wasn't anything to be afraid of. if anything, she felt comfort in it. but, not tonight. especially not when a spooked deer ran in front of the car and odessa's beloved mother jerked the wheel to the side, immediately beginning to hydroplane. the car flipped once, twice, three times before it rolled to a stop, glass shattered everywhere, airbags deployed. the shifter can still remember the pain, the sorrow they felt the moment the car stopped and they realized that their mother wasn't awake. they remember feeling around, trying to find a pulse, only to realize there was none. they remember screaming, punching at the door as bones shifted and clothes ripped. what they don't remember, however, is what happened afterwards. they can only recall waking up covered in a blanket, being carried by elias blackthorn through the forest and back to the redmaw clearing, back into the waiting arms of her father, who didn't even thank the man for finding and bringing his child during a moment of intense grief.
do they feel connected to the old stories ?
she doesn't. why feel connected to stories she can hardly remember in the first place? she was six when the faction fractured from the pack, grew up with the redmaw more than the graypine. shaped by cade's beliefs and torn open when evangeline rowan died, there's no room for connection to the past under all that.
dossier.
full name: odessa evangeline rowan. nicknames. odie, dessy, little wolf. date of birth: april 16th. age: twenty5. species: shapeshifter. gender: 2spirit. pronouns: any. orientation: unlabelled. birthplace: shiprock, new mexico. current location: forks, washington. occupation: mortician. languages: english, thai, chinese, lakota. traits: withdrawn, intelligent, resourceful, unpredictable, vengeful. aesthetics: wilted roses without the thorns cut off, a dangerous side-eyed glare given to ward off any unwanted advances, waves crashing against sharpened rocks, the forest at nightfall, the smell of fresh blueberry pie, plaid unbuttoned shirts that are too big to be your own. appearance: 5'7", dark brown hair that hangs just past her waist but usually stays in a braid down back. dark brown/green eyes, sectoral heterochromic. lean, athletic build. scars: burn mark situated in the same place that other redmaw members used to have a greypine pack tattoo situated. tattoos: medusa tattoo on right calf, "e" inked on the inside of her left wrist. likes: dark chocolate, the rain/thunderstorms, wind in their hair, the color dusky blue, bonfires, smores, being left alone, the cemetery, the forest at night, long walks on the beach, more tba. dislikes: being told what to do, vampires, the color chartreuse, lemons, shifting into wolf form, driving/being in a car when it's raining, more tba.
disorders: post traumatic stress disorder, shown through bouts of anxiety or being "on guard" more than they already are. depression, shown through loss of appetite, lack of interest in things they love, total isolation. obsessive compulsive disorder, shown through repetition in the number three, sensory problems, not wanting anyone to touch or move around their things + more.
family: father, cade rowan. mother, evangeline rowan (née schmidt) ♱. uncle, thane rowan. pets: an old german shephard named smokey (the bear), two redbone coonhounds named little ann & old dan. all adopted from a kill shelter.
do you think the old ways failed you, or were you never invited in?
"i was never invited in. not really. i was too young when the split happened—six or seven—so i don't really remember the stories and ways taught by the elders."
who would you hurt to prove a point?
"anyone i need to—other than children. i won't hurt them even if it came down to a possible war."
are you chasing revenge or trying to be feared?
"...sort of both? like, i'm chasing revenge for the hell that the vampires have put my family & people through, but i also want to be feared because being feared means people are more likely to leave me alone."
do you miss the bond you severed, or did it ever feel real?
"i do. each and every day. nothing has felt real to me in years, and what we had .... did. i guess it scared me in a way, to feel that way after so long. but, it's better for the both of us that it ended."
do you believe wolves were meant to rule?
"i do. why would we be given these powers and abilities if we weren't meant to rule? if we weren't meant to use them? the bloodsuckers have spent too long at the top of the supernatural food chain, it's time they get knocked down."
001. drives an old hearse they bought from cederwood & fixed up themself. often uses the bed where the casket normally goes as a nap space due to them putting a mattress inside.
002. odessa wasn't old enough to get a pack tattoo by the time the redmaw split off from the greypine, but they still have a burn mark in the same place from where she burnt herself to feel better connected to the faction.
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