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Nathaniel Greyson. 1000+. Original Werewolf. Alpha of the Greyson pack.

[sophiagreyson-blog]

Sophia was happy to be home. To have her family here and safe but dealing with this clave stuff had her on edge. After the council meeting Sophia waited until the room cleared before she approached her brother. Wrapping him silently in a hug she gave him a small squeeze before stepping away. “How are you doing? You okay?” She asked with a look of concern, wondering where her brothers head was at right now. The last time they’d pushed the clave, Summerdale had been bombed. They had to tread carefully and they all knew it but it was impossible to know what impact their decisions would have on the outcomve of all of this. 

@nathanielxgreyson

[nathanielxgreyson]

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[nathanielxgreyson]

isabellecresswell‌:

Isabelle was staring blankly in front of her. There was just a lot going on right now and it was hard for her mind to process it all. Hearing a voice she looked up in surprise at Nate and then down at the coffee. “Oh wow, uh thank you.” Issy looked at the coffee for a moment. “Honestly, I’m not sure. This whole thing is just a lot. I think at the end of the day I just want him to pay for what he did. To Rose, to Cassie, to everyone else. Even if he’s an evil bastard though, he’s still my dad I think I’m supposed to feel some sort of way about the whole thing but I don’t. I worry what that says about me, ya know?”

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[nathanielxgreyson]

noah-blackwell‌:

“In ways we have yet to think of,” Noah muttered, for lack of a better response. Truth be told he wasn’t sure how it could make it worse for them, but he was sure there were ways. Perhaps the Clave would lash out at them again to prove their point in return. But unfortunately Nate did make a good point. No matter what they did, feathers were sure to be ruffled. The town would want answers and justice for what had occurred. The Clave would probably attempt to counter them no matter what they tried to do now. Perhaps there simply wasn’t a right answer in wars such as these. 

He rubbed his hands together as he listened to Nate’s opinions, feeling a little strange to be agreeing with him. But when werewolves and vampires had to put their differences aside to fight a bigger enemy…Well. Noah didn’t know what to think anymore. He never cared that much for the war between vampire and werewolf, but he didn’t particularly like being on the same side, either. 

“I suppose we don’t have another option.” 

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[nathanielxgreyson]

mcggieblackwell‌:

She’d made a note that they would have to face the Greyson’s eventually and a lot more than they would like to in the coming months. They both want justice for their respective loved ones, those that they’d lost. She offered him a smile, though it didn’t quite meet her eyes. She mulled over his question, it was one she’d been asking both herself and her siblings since a decision was made. “Yes and no.” she replied finally, “I want justice. I want them to pay. I’m just .. cautious. We both know how evasive they can be, how they’ve fled before. You?”

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[dashhastings]

Hastings family tree. 

[leif-eriksson]

[itskarasykes]

🕯[Nate]

 Send me 🕯 for a starter of my character or yours asking if the other is awake at night[ @nathanielxgreyson ]

It was late. The middle of the night late. But she simply couldn’t fall asleep. She’d tried everything - reading, drawing, watching TV…but there wasn’t anything good on in the middle of the night and she’d finished her book, and yet - try as she might, she was just lying in bed staring at the ceiling at this point. 

With a huff she rolled back out of bed and wandered over to the kitchen, staring into the fridge blankly as if something might jump out at her that she’d like to eat, before settling onto the sofa with a cup of tea in hand. Then she studied her phone, debating if it was a good idea or not to bother someone else. Granted - perhaps if they were sleeping, they simply wouldn’t answer. But what if her text woke him up? 

After a few minutes of contemplation she finally gave in, tapping out a message and hitting send before she had another chance to change her mind.

[text -> Nate] Are you awake? Don’t answer if you were sleeping because then I’ll feel bad for waking you up but I figured maybe you’re awake…

[nathanielxgreyson]

Nate sat at the kitchen island, enjoying the quiet of the house now that everyone had gone to bed, the lights dimmed to give a comforting ambience. He’d been too restless to go to sleep with everything on his mind, deciding instead to continue work on the one thousand piece puzzle Max had wanted to start earlier, only to abandon it with barely a corner completed. Which, all in all, worked out fine. It meant Nate had something to do now when sleep eluded him.

He’d just put a couple pieces together when he saw his phone light up out of the corner of his eye. A text message from Kara. A smile came unbidden to him, and he checked the message, eyes bright as he read it. Looked like he wasn’t the only one who had too much energy to burn. His fingers flew across the keyboard until he had an answer typed out and sent, along with a picture of his fractured puzzle.

[text -> Kara]: I’m awake. Too much on my mind to sleep, so thought I’d try to make some progress on this. I’m a little surprised you’re awake, though. Everything okay?

He turned his phone over and over in his hand once it was sent, eyes focused on the counter as his mind became distracted with new thoughts. Would it be weird to invite Kara over when it was this late? Would it make her uncomfortable? Wait, she texted him. That meant it was okay, right? But maybe she just wanted to talk, not go through the whole process of visiting. He’d wait, he decided. See how she was feeling, then toss the offer out there casually. That wouldn’t be so bad.

[everleighking]

When the day was claimed by night, Everleigh closed the clinic and bid goodnight to those under her ward, then she wandered around town. Sometimes she offered her spirit in meditation in her personal garden and let that be her means of travel, as she attuned herself to nature through nothing but her mind and beliefs. Other times, she went physically, either in the form people knew or beast. For the moment, she was herself, for what little worth she viewed that to be, walking in the sunset towards the town square.

A bouquet of flowers had called to her from the Enchanted Gardens, though she did not know why. Still, she walked with quiet lack of purpose with the bouquet held and sniffed the blooms with a gentle smile. Glanced up and over when she sensed someone nearby. “Perhaps these would be better for you, Mr. Greyson. They seem to call for you.” @nathanielxgreyson

[nathanielxgreyson]

It felt good to get out and get some air. With the trials proceeding as planned, among all the usual stresses of the day, being cooped up inside wasn’t in his best interests. Tonight, he found himself in town square, heading to nowhere in particular as he enjoyed the cool night breeze and the silence that came with the hustle and bustle ending for the day. Nate was so busy looking through the shop windows, in fact, that he almost missed Everleigh approaching, a beautiful bouquet in hand.

“Do they call for a reason, Ms. King?” he asked with a smile, flattered that she thought they would be best with him. He didn’t want to take her flowers away, but he didn’t want to be rude and deny the sweet offer, either. “I can’t imagine how any flower would wish to leave your company.”

[nathanielxgreyson]

“Brought you this,” Nate said, handing Isabelle a frozen coffee before taking a seat next to her at the table. He’d been rather restless since they’d made the news of the trials public, and with the former mayor up on the chopping block, as it were, he had no idea what was going through her mind. If it were him, he’d be elated for the most part. But he knew family matters always made things complicated. “How are you feeling?” @isabellecresswell

[noah-blackwell]

🔮 [Nate]

Send me 🔮 for a starter of my character making a prediction[ @nathanielxgreyson ]

The only time Noah really associated with Nathaniel Greyson was when they were involved in Founders Council business together. Otherwise, he chose more or less to all but ignore the werewolf Original. They had plenty of history, they’d gone toe to toe on more than one occasion, and they didn’t often see eye to eye. He didn’t waste his time with Greyson business if he could avoid it. 

But the topic of the Clave made ignoring the Greyson’s a little more challenging. The Clave was something they did see, more or less, eye to eye on, and it made him anxious to think about the upcoming trials. Would anything really come of it, or would it only make things that much more difficult? 

“Are the trials the right approach?” Noah blurted out, thinking the one who still lingered in the room was sure to be Maggie and not Nate, but when he turned to acknowledge the other he realized it wasn’t so. “What if it only makes things worse?” He added after a minute, deciding since he’d already started up the conversation it wasn’t going to hurt to continue it. After all, it wasn’t like they had anything to brawl about at this particular moment. 

[nathanielxgreyson]

“Worse how?” he asked, curious. Nate very rarely spoke to Noah Blackwell, often preferring just to avoid the man’s company if he could help it. The Clave business put a hitch in that, but frankly, he knew it was something they all had to work together on. The more they stuck together on this, the better chance they had at actually getting something done.

“I think we’d ruffle feathers no matter how we chose to go about it,” he told Noah honestly, thinking on the question. While he was ready to do something with those captured, he knew people would have an opinion one way or the other about how it should be handled. They were bound to piss someone off no matter what they did.

“Legally, I think it’s the right approach. The Clave will continue to find reason to attack us whether we put their people on trial or not. The townsfolk will find fault in what we do, trial or not.” Nate trailed off, shrugged as he tried to find an answer. It wasn’t as if either of them hadn’t slaughtered people on the spot when they were on the battlefield, but times were different. They couldn’t just kill them while they slept. That felt too much like something the Clave themselves would try. “It might send out a message, at least, that we aren’t sitting idly by while they continue to terrorize everyone. We’re going to protect our people the best we can, and anyone who hurts us will face the consequences.”

[mcggieblackwell]

Maggie’s phone had been ringing off the hook since the announcement that there would be a trial of the Clave members. It was time they put the issue to rest, and this was the only way it could be done, but it meant there would be a lot of sleepless nights ahead for the original. She was sat, for once, outside the Society Cafe, coffee in hand and a newspaper that had been left discarded on the table when she sensed someone nearby. “Sorry, did you want this?” she asked, holding the paper?

[nathanielxgreyson]

“No, no, I have my own.” He lifted the one in his hand to show he was fine. While he didn’t particularly make an effort to speak to the Blackwells unless business called for it, Maggie happened to look how he felt. Plus, business did call for it today. “You would think I’d memorized every word by now with as often as I’ve read this.” He sighed and took a seat at a nearby table, not wanting to invite himself to hers. “Are you ready for it?”

[ivanxkuznestov]

Ivan had heard the news, of course he had, he was pretty certain at this stage everyone in Hollow Grove had.  He also knew there’d be a hell of a lot of residents who would be shaken by the announced trial for the Clave members.  The newspaper was still sitting on the table in front of him outside the cafe and he used it to extinguish his cigarette - right on the picture - before immediately pulling out another one.  “And so justice will be served,” he spoke idly.  “Won’t change a fucking thing.” 

[nathanielxgreyson]

Nate turned at the sound of the other person’s voice, able to take a guess as to what he was talking about. When he saw the paper with the thin trail of smoke coming from it, he knew he’d been right. “Not overall, no. The Clave is too large for one trial to fix that. But this will bring closure to some, and it’s the necessary next step to take.” After they’d killed Dominik, Nate had every intention of seeing this group brought up on the proper charges. “Just because it doesn’t eradicate the Clave as a whole doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be done.”

[nathanielxgreyson]

What is your favorite place in Hollow Grove?

“My home is probably my favorite. I enjoy the library, the museum, and Leakey Falls as well, though.”

[nathanielxgreyson]

Have you ever let someone else take the blame/put the blame on someone else for something you did?

“The thought crossed my mind as a child once or twice, usually when something small happened and I wanted to avoid my father’s anger. My siblings would’ve been small enough, I’d deducted, to only get a slap on the wrist. My friends would merely have gotten a stern talking to. But then I would remember that just because my siblings were smaller, didn’t mean they would get off easier. And I didn’t want to do that to people I cared about. So no, I’ve taken the blame for everything I’ve done. And sometimes for things I didn’t do.

[nathanielxgreyson]

noah-blackwell‌:

Noah couldn’t imagine the pain Nathaniel must be feeling at this very moment. While Dominik had never seemed particularly close to his siblings, surely there was a heavier weight associated with the loss of a younger sibling. Nate and Noah were similar in that way, shouldering the responsibility and safety of their families respectively, carrying the title of elder brother to rebellious younger ones. The pain was probably similar to how Noah was feeling with Madge - but deeper. Madge was family, but in reality Noah had only known her for a handful of years comparative to his siblings. He’d only scratched the surface of understanding his connection with Madge, of looking out for her. If it had been Lukas? Maggie? Joslyn? He’d be devastated. 

He wasn’t the type to beat a man when he was down. Even now, when the opportunity presented itself so clearly, where he could get rid of another Greyson without any second guesses…Nathaniel didn’t deserve it. Though of course, at this point, Nate probably wished he were dead along with his brother. Dominik Greyson was dead. He still couldn’t really wrap his head around it. They’d spoken only hours ago, the younger Greyson confident and threatening as usual. It still seemed particularly unlikely that such a man could be dead tonight. 

A simple nod was Noah’s response, glancing about the ball as people helped one another out, others worked on cleaning up the mess that had been left behind, and still more seemed to be standing in confusion or shock. Noah felt similarly. He couldn’t get himself to take the actions that needed to be done, to do more than constantly let his eyes skirt in the direction where he’d last seen each of his siblings, where he’d left Jonathan, even Astrid came to mind, frustratingly. 

“It was nothing,” he murmured, shaking off the thanks. It was strange to hear a thanks from Nate, he didn’t really feel he deserved it. If it had been done right, there would be no casualties tonight. Not by this means. At the question Noah lifted his eyes to Nate again. For all intents and purposes, he hadn’t lost anyone - at least as far as most should be aware. The Blackwell siblings lived another day and would for another millennium or more, at least until the next blood moon as far as Noah was aware. Though the night wasn’t fully over just yet… “I’m…getting by. Just need to…do something.” Distract himself. Stop thinking about Madge and what had happened and how he should’ve been better at keeping her safe.

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[henricavyll]

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[nathanielxgreyson]

geogmorgensen‌:

“Fair enough.” Geog offered, in his somewhat buzzed state, a slight grin and companionable pat on the shoulder. Inwardly, he cringed, though to no fault of the Greyson. “I’ve never done well at those games anyway. How about a beer for the attempt?”

“A beer sounds perfect,” he said with a small smile. Much easier to obtain than a prize from one of these games, that was for sure. “Nathaniel Greyson,” he said, holding out a hand. He’d seen the other man around the yacht club, but Nate didn’t remember ever properly introducing himself before. “Is this your first Monster Jam?”