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Katherine just finished taking bones, her wolf-dog, on his run through the small trail walk in the woods. Giving him as much freedom, the only time he wore his leash was when she brought him along with her within the town. Given he looks more like a wolf than a dog. Bigger than a great dane but slightly smaller than an actual wolf. People were cautious. She stopped when she saw the brunette in tears. Bones, stopping besides her. Given that katherine didn’t really know the one who ended up dead, she could care less about it. “I guess it was.” The brunette shrugged “Though it could have been worse.” Hands moved 

Lyla glanced down when she felt something wet pressing against her leg, smiling despite the bleak circumstances at the animal, reaching down and petting the large dog gently. “He’s gorgeous.” She informed him as she continued to pet the dog, she’d always wanted to own a dog but the apartment space never allowed for the animal to be comfortable. “It-it’s just tragic, that poor person being found like that.” She muttered, sniffling once more as she carefully pulled her hand away from the dog.

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“Henrik, actually.” He says, rubbing his neck. He finishes the pint of water in his hand in rapids gulps– pint, because for some godforsaken reason he couldn’t find a normal sized glass – “Ah, I need that sorely.” He was partially undressed, and so was the woman. That was enough to draw conclusions, however, for someone who drinks a lot Henrik has surprisingly good memory.  Henrik shrugs, “I don’t remember what your name is, but I do remember what happened last night.” A small smirk graces his lips as he sits back down on the bed, reclining into a pillow he turns to her. “Do you want me to tell you?” He asks, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed, so if you want to be spared the details and call it like you see it, that’s also your prerogative…” Henrik liked playing games, even when he was hungover. 

Lyla pulled the covers more tightly to her lithe body as she stared at the male that was standing by the bed? What had happened last night? God, she could hardly remember a thing after everything had gone bad at the festival. “It-it’s Lyla.” She muttered watching as he climbed back onto the bed, moving away from him slightly. Had she slept with someone who didn’t even know her name? Had she became that woman now? The questions ran through her mind as she looked the male over, at least he was good looking, that was something. “I- yes, please tell me.” She muttered, still clinging on tightly to the covers. “I must have really drank a lot last night, I don’t wake up in random people’s bed.“

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“I..— “ What was she sorry for? Caitlyn had almost lost the ability to sympathize when she was turned, still only now grasping at straws in an effort to hold onto the person she was throughout it all. “Oh.. No, you’re right.” Though she knew better than to expect anything good to stay good in East End, not everyone held the same tainted views. “There’s always a finale though… always.” 

Lyla bit into her lip as she took in a breath, staring at the fresh fruit before her. Usually she always enjoyed stopping in at the local grocer after work but she’ barely had an appetite since the festival. “What do you mean finale?” She asked softly, was this a reoccurring event in East End? Would she have to get used to people constantly turning up dead?

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A low howl cut off anything Mavis was about to say. She felt panic rising in her gut. This would be her first full moon in East End. Nik hadn’t told her much, but she gathered enough information that above all things, she should never be outside. “We have to get inside somewhere,” She turned to try the bar door again, but it was locked, a chill ran down her spine. “Any ideas? 

Glancing up at the moon once more, knowing what could happen to them on such a night. She wasn’t sure how many other wolves were in town but she knew there had to be a few, they always ran in packs, right? That’s what she had remembered. “I- um.. maybe if we hurry we can get back to my apartment?” She said softly, trying her best to remain calm despite the rising panic she felt.

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“No offence Lyla, but you’ve come to the wrong town if it was rainbows and unicorns that you were after. This place doesn’t exactly have a low crime rate to put it bluntly.” He returned offering a small shrug of indifference in response. “If you’re scared now, I’d get out of town while you still can.” 

Lyla sniffled once more as she glanced at the male, having a vague memory of speaking with him at the festival, of course before everything turned dark. “Every small town has their problems,” she sniffed out, quickly wiping her nose and trying her best to compose herself. “I never said I was scared, I’m just upset over what happened.” She snapped before she could stop herself. “So-sorry that was unnecessary.”

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So far, this strange festival was going great for Luciano. Drinks everywhere, lots of sounds and smells, and best of kettle corn! As he ate the popcorn he almost wandered off but the woman’s voice brought his attention back to her. “Luciano. You can me Luci if that is easier.” He said, offering her hand he gave it a little shake. “Sì, I am ah…Italy. I have never been to America before. It’s crazy here, the festival.” He gestured around himself, “Is very cool.” Luciano explained, looking at her again. “You are new too?” He asked, smiling a bit more. He was glad to know he wasn’t the only knew one.

“Why did you come here?” Luciano asked, tilting his head slightly as he waited for her response. “I came here to start a new life, it has always been a dream of mine to be here. So far it has been pretty good.” He hummed, gesturing to the popcorn as an example of how good it has been.

Lyla nodded her head as she smiled brightly at him. “It’s lovely to meet you, Luci.” She said and she meant it, he was perhaps one of the most interesting people she had met in East End thus far. “It’s honestly not uncommon to see festivals like this occurring in small towns.” She admitted, the few small towns that she had lived in often threw events like this and Lyla always thrived off them. “I’ve only lived here for a few weeks,” she informed him. “I’m the new vet nurse at the veterinary clinic, the job came up and I wanted to get out of the city.” Nodding her head, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was running away from something back in Italy? Isn’t that why people often ended up in small towns like this, it was easier to stay invisible here then in a big city, no thought to look in small towns like East End. “This is an interesting town.” She admitted. “Perhaps the most interesting small town I’ve lived in.”

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   Adam didn’t mean to stare, but when he noticed the woman close to him was crying, he couldn’t help it – torn between wanting to help her out and not knowing what he could do to make her feel better with all the awful things happening around town. “No need to be sorry,” he reassured her right away, a weak smile on his own lips. “I know, it’s awful. I never thought such cruel things can happen around here.” 

Lyla sniffle once more, quickly wiping her cheeks as she glanced over at the male. “Still, I should at least try and hold myself together, at least for the produces sake.” She said, trying her best to smile brightly at him. “It’s all just so awful, I didn’t expect someone to show up-- murdered... less then a month I’ve even lived here.”

[harrydrummonds]

He woke with a start but fell back into his bed once a hangover headache hit. Henrik deemed this years founder’s day to be a bore, just like the rest, but the murder of Blackwell turned it into a spectacle. Nevertheless, he drank for one reason or another. “Fucks sake.” He groans to himself, before sitting upright to find a woman asleep on the other side of the bed. “Uh, hi.” Henrik jumps out of bed, half-naked, to fetch some water “Morning?”

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Lyla had woken to the feel of a warm body laying beside her, a content smiling coming across her features. “Sylas.” She muttered as she rolled over, reaching for the body and her eyes shooting open when she saw nobody was there, her eyes flicking up and widening when she saw a male standing beside the bed, someone that was definitely not who she thought, casually clutching a glass of water. “Oh my-” she gasped out as she scrambled to sit up, pulling the covers up to her body and glancing down, breathing out a sigh when she saw she was still in her top and underwear. “That- how-” she stuttered out, running a hand through her messy locks. “I guess I wanted to drink last night away,” she mumbled, still clutching the covers to her body. “Do you remember anything?” She asked curiously, wondering how she ended up here and praying that nothing salacious had occurred between them.

[xkeirc]

This town was going to hell. That was all Keira could think of as she sat at one of the picnic tables, a coffee and a water in front of her from when medics had shoved both in her hands. The discovery of the body added on to how much of a dark turn things had taken recently. She had shoved the medics aside earlier, fighting them until they left her alone. Keira didn’t need their help, despite how she showed the clear signs of shock. Her leg still screamed in pain, a nasty wound healing from when she had fallen into the pit during the full moon the night before. But the discovery of the body still echoed in her mind. She could still smell the metallic scent of the heart on the ground. Hazel orbs flickered to the one who dared to approach her. “I’m fine. Please, go help someone who needs it.” Namely a human, though her voice was void of malice. Keira was just tired and spent. What was happening?

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Once the local medics had learned that Lyla was trained in vet nursing, they had appeared far more willing in allowing Lyla to assist them, apparently in times of strife it would appear that humans and animals were not that different when it came to medical care. After making sure all the animals that had been out were settled, no longer panicking and sent home, she had taken to looking after the humans that were left wandering around, almost aimlessly. Spotting the female sitting by herself and clutching the two pain killers in her hand, she looked like she could use the relief, even if it only lasted for a small time. “Sorry,” she muttered as she held out the two round pills as a peace offering. “Just some pain killers, you look like you could use them.” She said softly. “Don’t worry, nothing too strong, just to take the edge off slightly.”

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If it wasn’t the little human who had a romantic past with the new Debonair alpha. Elena was pleased to see her. Since the finale of the festival, Elena had been in a sour mood. How dare the pathetic townspeople not choose her to win! The death of the hunter was a bright moment, but the looks and the attitude of the civilians of East End darkened her mood once more. Instantly, Elena appeared to be in the same state of shock and grief. “It’s so terrible! I don’t feel safe anymore. Two deaths and so publicly done!” She shuddered. 

Lyla glanced over and smiled sadly at Elena, the lovely blonde she had met at the event, before the town had crumbled into despair and a now a black cloud seemed to be looming over them all. Sighing sadly as she continued to observe the produce but her stomach turning at the thought of eating any of it. “It’s all just so awful.” She said sadly, a slightly choke in her voice as she tried to gather herself once more. “Are you okay? Did you need to talk about any of it?”

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Sighing sadly as she held the apple in her hand, this was perhaps the first time she had ventured outside since the morbid events that ended the town celebrations. Sniffling slightly and looking over when she saw someone. “Sorry.” She muttered, quickly wiping her cheeks and letting out a breath. “I-it’s just so awful, everything that happened.” She muttered, carefully placing the apple back rather then in her basket. “What an awful way to end such a happy day.”

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[joshxwilliams]

         “Welcome back to the land of the living; metaphorically speaking of course.” Joshua remarked as he watched them slowly wake from their position on his couch. “Seems you may have had one too many and hit your head on the way down last night, took quite the fall from grace, might I add.” He continued, placing a glass of water and some pain relief on the coffee table before them. “How are you feeling?” 

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Lyla groaned as her eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to her surroundings and shocked to find she wasn’t in her own apartment, with her cat greeting her and crying for something. Instead she was faced with unfamiliar surroundings, what had happened last night? She had one drink at the bar, remembered losing her footing and now she woke up here. Staring at the male. “I-I swear I didn’t,” she muttered as she forced herself to sit up, groaning at her aching head. “I only had one drink, I’m just incredibly clumsy.” She muttered, a red tint covering her cheeks. “or maybe my drink was spiked? I don’t remember much from last night.”

[muserhq]

‘He loved you.’ She nodded, “Yes, he did. But, he didn’t love himself. He saw himself as a bad guy, a guy who destroyed the good and ruined everything in his path. So, he forced himself to do just that. To ruin us, destroy what we had.’ ‘Would you go back?’ ‘Yes.’ Because as sick as it was, even if he chose to break her again, she would do anything to have him one more time.

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g.m. ‡ tales that weren’t meant to be told #14 (via muserhq)

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Clutching the heavy brown paper bag to her chest that held her weekly groceries and walking in a slightly hurried pace. The events that had ended the town celebrations had sent Lyla reeling slightly, what had started as a wonderful event had ended in tragedy, a dead body had turned up and she couldn’t believe how blase some of the town members seemed about the entirety of it all; a small inkling also had her wondering if perhaps the murder hadn’t exactly been committed by a human either. Lost in her own mind, she barely noticed someone walking towards her until she crashed with a solid, looming figure, gasping as the bag slipped from her hands and she watched as the fresh produce and meat, along with her cat food, scattered around them, glancing up and almost sighing when she saw it was merely Sylas standing before her. “I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” she muttered, making no move to pick up her now ruined groceries. “Can-can you believe all this Sylas?” She sniffled, shaking her head slightly as she tried to reel in her emotions and not burst into tears like she had done numerous times already. “I mean that poor pe-person, just found- so horrible.” She stuttered out, running a hand through her caramel locks. “I’ve barely slept a winks since it all happened and keep checking to make sure all my doors and windows are locked.”

[rcleplayer]

merritt_pattrsn Just call me Eloise 💁🏼‍♀️✨ If I could live in a hotel I would!

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Being new in town had its up…and its downs. The benefits were no one knew you, so you could be anyone you wanted to be. Famous actor? Sure, who would know the difference? No friends meant no plans, and therefore nothing to commit to. The downsides though, it was very lonely. And for a boy who was used to being surrounded by people he knew, it was devastating. Luciano ached for someone to talk to, but the language barriers we encountering was far more frustrating than he thought they would be.

So here he stood, hands crammed into his jean jacket as he watched the people walk by. A mix of human and supernatural smells flooded him, as well as the smell of food. His blue eyes watched lazily as he began to drift off in his head, the urge to smoke the only thing pulling at his mind. That was until the small sound of a girl speaking up. He turned to look at her and his eyes fell onto the popcorn. A smile pulled at his lips and he nodded quickly, all but snatching the popcorn from her. “Popcorn dolci! Sì, I would love some. Ah…thank you so much.” He hummed, taking a few handfuls of the sweet treat.

Lyla smiled sweetly at the male before her, trying to ignore his slightly ruffian appearance, perhaps he had spent the night sleeping off a bender in the bar or perhaps not even there? Living in the cities, Lyla had seen her fair share of homeless people and perhaps wondered if the male standing beside her was one of the few population in East End to not have a home. Of course she wasn’t going to flat out ask him, that would just be rude and Lyla had never been one for rudeness. She always said her pleases and thank you’s and never pried into someone’s personal life unless they gave her permission. Frowning at the thick accent that came out when he spoke, her heart went out to him slightly. It was clear he was a new traveler to America and she couldn’t help but wonder how difficult it would be to navigate your way through a foreign country all while struggling with the main language. “It’s no trouble!” Lyla said brightly, making sure to speak slightly slower and more clearly so he could understand her. “I’m Lyla.” She added, holding out her hand in greeting. “I’m guessing you’re new to town as well?”