let the night devour

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NOLAN KEENE

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RICKY WHITTLE as SHADOW MOON AMERICAN GODS S01E01 ❝The Bone Orchard❞

[theclaradelaval]

⟡. The man's words are sharp, not something Clara had needed to interact with since her youth. Even as the anger held a hint of the familiar to them there was something...gutteral and commanding in a way that made Clara take a physical step back from him. Something was wrong in a way she didn't understand, surely no stranger would just speak like this to someone else on the street?

⟡ "I'm trying to go home," she insisted, a need to defend herself simply because of his tone even though she knew it was none of his business what she was doing. For all that it was his business she could choose to dance in the street singing Stevie Nicks loudly. The way he spoke though, and the energy to the air, seemed to make it feel like he was right, she shouldn't have been out, and she couldn't quite fathom why.

⟡ Taking another step in his direction, and that of her car, she continued. "I know it's late -," she began, however Clara was cut off in her attempt to explain herself, the distinct sound of a low growl coming from within the fog, lights on the street only able to illuminate a silhouette of what was inside. Once more Clara stepped back, ankle hitting the steps that lead into one of the homes on the street. She needed to get to her car but the thought felt very far away as her heartrate continued to rise.

⟡ Mouth opening partially, wanting to say something, that she didn't understand or to ask what was happening but her eyes stared at the approaching silhouette to the point she was frozen. The sounds of the man's anger were nothing compared to the aggression of the growl, Clara unable to connect this to any event in her life that would have determined how to respond. She was human, entirely human, so fucking oblivious to all but her own troubles, she couldn't process any of it, certainly not as the silhouette lunged.

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Every ounce of the night was beginning to feel off. Wading through the thick fog that would try to smother the lights from the lamps, and dampen the brightness of the moon that attempted to illuminate the night. It would almost taunt the man now, a sodden moon singing to the beast inside him. Begging for it as it claws and grapples at him, like his body is nothing more than a cage. Holding it in. Perhaps his hands the keys and ribs the lock, and he would pry himself open if that's what this took. If all he needed to do was leave himself in shreds, Nolan would do just that. Even if it meant he couldn't get himself back afterwards. It would be enough.

If someone knew the man better, they might have realised the panic that sunk into his aggressive words. The words of warning, because tonight, nights like these. They weren't safe. The long string of people showing up dead on Fenrirswood's doorstep seemed to be enough of an indicator for that. But apparently the woman shouting into her phone didn't seem to think that far ahead.

If monsters like Nolan could be out here, this close to their home. Who else could be?

He could smell the other wolf before he heard it's low growls breaking through the dense silence of the night. His fists clench at his side, the searing pain the only thing he can feel. The only thing he can concentrate on for longer than a second. The way his body screams to be a wolf once more. He should have known that it was going to come closer, that hunger or fear or something else that stained the night would take it over. It feels like it happens in an instant, watching the wolf one second in the fog. It's growl's the only sound of the night, and then he's watching it lunge.

Something of a yell, or maybe a growl left Nolan's own lips as he raced to push himself in the way of the woman who'd backed herself against the stairs. Skin against gravel, and claws and fur. A weighted mass on him as he pushes it off. Not all the way beast himself, but he knows it. He feels whatever this other creature is feeling. But as he stumbles against the ground, as his palms graze the road and he manages to push the creature away he feels it. The things that were clawing to be free from him before retract back into him. There's no more half way state, he simply is Nolan.

A man shouting at the wolf, a warning to leave. To back off now.

His breaths so heavy in his chest, one hand reaches back to the woman behind him, just to make sure she's still there. Make sure he's still the thing between her and the wolf. Demanding it to find its way back to the forest.

[thesofiavaldez]

♚ Sofia only caught a glimpse of the man's darkening expression before her, the sight of that rage those who felt superior could not diminish their counterparts own autonomy. Just as she caught that simmering aggression her hands lost their grip as the man was pushed from it and suddenly a wall was between them. It seemed a wall anyway.

♚ The wall could speak however, crude comments to rival her own uttered in the direction of the obviousl smaller male that was no longer able to direct his irritation at Sofia. The sudden shift made Sofia silent, watching as her new companion invaded the man's personal space the way her own had been, and pulling at the base of her sleeves with the tips of her nails.

♚. "Only touch he'll get ever," Sofia uttered, unable to help her bitterness that still roiled around inside, not totally quashed b her shock. Really she should have been a little more grateful for the wall that had shown up, the man clearly observing him and feeling far more threatened by a broad shoulders man wih scars and an obvious angry streak than he did against Sofia's feminine rage.

♚. "Bitch ain't worth all this bullshit," he tried to speak but it came out like a whisper, looking around the establishment once more, the tides shifting somewhat in Sofia's favour because if someone was helping her then surely it meant there was a reason. Certainly the way the aggressors shoulders seemed to hunch and his eyes kept low he had no intention of fighting someone who could do legitimate damage to him, and had the aura that he wouldn't hesitate to do so. "Probably won't touch you either." The man finally attempted to step away, hands in his pockets.

♚ Sofia, of course, rolled her eyes. The man wasn't wrong, but she also doubted that 'knights in shining armour' said 'limpdick' and couldn't imagine the goals of the person who had stepped in was to get laid. Perhaps he could have, Sofia was sort of an idiot for angry men, if she wasn't actively in a relationship, but in her experience men who tried to protect her with the purpose of getting laid made more of an honourale show of things. "Coward, didn't even let you get a hit in."

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Some days Nolan might have grabbed at the other and dragged him right back into his rage. Not so much for purpose of teaching the other man a lesson, but because some days, or all too often, the only thing he wants to feel is that searing pain of a fight. But tonight, that wasn't so much the case when he stepped in. It would have been an added bonus if the man was bold enough to take a swing at him, but somewhere between the amusement he felt watching the small woman dig her claws into the deserving man, Nolan wasn't about to sit back and watch the man try to take a swing at the woman.

"I reckon he would have given you a right go though, fucking coward. Only picking fights he thinks he can win." He's certain the woman stood before him could have held her own, she was doing a decent job of it even before he stepped in.

Turning his back to the rest of the bar that mull around murmuring about the fight, if it was even worth calling it that, and to the man that now walked away, Nolan rests against the bar counter and looks to the woman before him. "Sure you would've left more than a scratch on him though."

[nishantdoshi]

with @rclused LOCATION: near the Lord's Woods TIMESTAMP: 27th of February

Nishant was nearing his transformation, but years of changing made it so he could hold it off for as long as possible, while he checked on the situation around. The group chat was growing more and more quiet with every wolf that disappeared and changed.

He took a deep breath, he was running Slough all by himself. With Aldemar stepping in for Hasan. It wasn't easy. If anything, it was even harder. He turned back to the city, just a few more that would have to change. "Nolan?" He could smell him from far away. "Are you alright?"

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The night was beginning to feel endless, under the weight of the moon that hung so low. Taunting. His insides felt razor-sharp, the same thing he knew for as long as he could know begging to be free. So why was it still there, trapped inside him. He'd been allowed to change again, he'd had the curse that was once weighing him down now dispelled. And yet, here he stood- half in between anything he should have been.

He didn't know when he started searching for Nishant, but he didn't know who else to go to besides for his pack. "I'm not doing this again!" He growls out against the night, frustration turning to anger in his voice as he replies to Nish. "Something's stopping me! I feel like a fucking cage for my wolf, and I swear to god if they took it from me again they're not seeing the light of day again."

[heliavaz]

with @rclusedLOCATION: CoffeeKanteen TIMESTAMP: 17th of January

Helia was tired, but she’d been growing more tired as she grew older anyway, so it wasn’t that strange in comparison. Anyone would simply think she was having trouble with the darkness, with the weather. And that wasn’t that wrong, she did feel like she could just lay down and sleep a few hours longer. But most of her energy and time was spent on keeping Zhyan Suri in his cell, making sure that he could not speak to the spirits and that he wouldn’t even dream of getting out. 

She sat down opposite of Nolan and produced the small package of cookies she’d gotten for him for Christmas. “A belated Merry Christmas and the best new year wishes,” she said, as she smiled at the Werewolf. She knew there would always be bad blood between them, but she fought not with fire but with kindness.

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Every time Nolan looked up, it felt like the was yet another person standing before him he had no interest in talking to. It seemed to be a curse of living in one of the more quiet parts of the country, with an ever dwindling population. And Helia had a talent for it above all else. He wouldn't know what he'd done to deserve her consistent appearances. But she never seemed to give up. No matter how many times he stressed to her, she really didn't have to keep trying. Her constant visits to him in jail really cemented that fact in for the man. He just didn't know why she still bothered.

His eyes skim her, dismissing her smile and not even bothering to reach for the package she produced. "If you're checkin' in on me just say it," Nolan would never really believe that she wasn't here just out of protocol, or just looking for some other excuse to take his abilities away again. Genuine kindness never seemed to be a motive that crossed his mind. "Weren't you relinquished of those duties long ago though? Don't think you need to bother anymore coming to say hi."

[theclaradelaval]

⟡ "I don't really think it's fair of you to hold it against me," Clara said, large iPhone pressed to her ear as her low classic heels stepped out of her brother's home and out into the street. She'd intended to spend the evening with her brother while her son played video games with his father but, of course, work came up and he was calling Clara to tell her that their son needed her home. "They're your parents you could have told them you wanted to come with us," she argued, not used to there being this tension in their relationship and her defences rising because of it. They both wanted to be with Ares but only her position allowed for it. "I get that," she responded as he pointed out that it wasn't quite so simple as asking, "but we didn't move to hurt you, did you want us to just keep doing what wasn't working?"

⟡ The argument was making her heart tight but beyond that it gave her tunnel vision as she stepped out of the home and began to walk down the street in the direction of her car, oblivious to the sights and sounds around her on that full moon evening. "I can't do this and drive, okay?" His sigh rang in her ears but as did his whispered 'I love you' and the exhausted sorry that followed, he liked it all as little as she did. "I love you too, I'll call when I'm home."

⟡ A beep rang as the call ended and Clara's thumb pressed on the lock button at the side, starting to throw it into the worn out purse slung over her opposing arm, eyes lifting from the sidewalk finally. Her icy blue eyes had their vision partially blocked by the fog that had been lingering about town as of late, all the woman was really able to see from where she stood was a man.

⟡ "You got something you want to say?" she spoke, the intention to be confident, to call him out for eavesdropping but unable to actually see it was shaky. "People have fights, it's normal," she asserted, her ears adjusting now as well, picking up on various sounds around her that didn't feel quite...typical...

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The night air was cool and bitter, nipping against his skin like daggers. Each gust of chill wind could have felt like it was burning, even now he struggles to catch his breath. His chest heaving with each gasp of air that seared his lungs. He was trapped here, inside himself, inside this night. The dense fog hazing streetlights, smothering houses and cars. The far off distance just figures and shadows moving against it. He wouldn't have risked coming here otherwise, into these streets on a night so illuminated by the full moon. Not when he's whatever he is.

Some half in-between state. He can feel it, like splinters stuck under his skin. It taunts him. This razor-sharp beast begging to be released, only he can't- he can't. Just when he thought he had it back, when he thought he had this freedom again- when he was finally free of picking at his bones until he forced them into the shape of a beast. Now it's tearing him apart again. Teeth sharp and glistening, his features twisting- morphing but not quite all. Not enough. And the hours leading to it have been agonising.

He thought he was alone on the streets, walking back to the forest, or his house, or anywhere. Nolan didn't think that far ahead when he left Nishant's, he couldn't think of much besides the ache that seared through his whole body. The way he begged it to turn. To change. But surely no one was stupid enough to be out wandering the streets on the night of a full moon after everything.

The voice made him jump, his hands already trembling, he barely turns towards the sound of the voice. "Fuck!" He groans out as he balls his fists up, not quite at anything the other person said, but more because it was the first thing his mouth managed against the pain.

"The fuck do you mean? What are you doing? No one wants to hear about your god damned domestic!" His words are sharp even for usual. "You shouldn't even be- I mean fuck go back home! You shouldn't be out tonight!" Really that stood for most nights these days, but a full moon, with fog this thick. With this, whatever this was happening. There was something especially off about the night.

[thesofiavaldez]

♚ "Fucking basement dildo," Sofia rolled her eyes as she turned away from the man at the bar. The woman wasn't unfamiliar with the advances of loser guys at bars but she was still getting used to deciphering what the fuck these British ones were on about when they spoke to her. The vernacular was certainly not up her alley and it was taking Sofia a few seconds more than it needed to for her to register they'd said something either idiotic or offensive in some manner. In this case it was the later. TV really made it seem like British men would be all dignity and honour but this was like the third guy that night to imply he wanted to put his fingers places they weren't invited to.

♚. "Can I have another paloma?" she asked the bartender, though apparently the man was yet to be done with her, the young witch able to feel his presence far too close to her back just before she felt his hand touch the soft green fabric of her dress. The siren yet to get used to dressing like she was a British girlie and would leave the house in the biggest jacket only to realise when she arrived anywhere and the heat of the establishment hit her she'd worn too many layers, her leather jacket draped over a stole presently.

♚ "Bitch, what did you call me?" His tone more specifically aggressive than previous statements but equally as dark in the young woman's mind as they had been before. Men that simply hated women - and lacked the narcissism to hide it - had the sound of their dislike in their voice, in their laugh even. Sofia had come to know it well and it rang in her ears like an alarm bell, a physical preparedness to her small form.

♚ Looking back to him, gaze focused and firm, a refusal to back down from her own words she intended to indicate he lacked any sort of capability of terrifying her, regardless of whether or not that was a genuine truth. "I called you a 'basement dildo,'" she reiterated, hips shifting as she felt the weight of her own form heavily weighing down on the backs of her heels. "Thrown away with old clothes because you're so worthless you're not even worth using," she pushed her luck.

♚ It was as he stepped forward, moving further into her aura, uttering the words "dumb fucking cunt," and attempting to reach for her arm, that Sofia reacted. Her arm swiftly withdrawing from his attempted grasp she sternly flicked at his face with the back of her hand, a slick sharp backhanded slap across the underside of his jaw. The young woman's nails adorned with accents incidentally leaving scratches across his jaw and cheek in the process. "Don't you fucking touch me," her voice grew loud, purposefully so, to shame him to those around, as, in her experience, men tended to back down when they felt an audience to their actions that would not simply take their side. "You fucking try and I will break my glass over your ugly arse face."

♚. Without context for the others in the small pub, of course, Sofia seemed the aggressor, but she had tunnel vision as she grabbed the man's jaw with it's delicate cuts, stepping into his space now. How many men over the years had taken their hands to her when she hadn't wanted them to? How many had she backed down from because behind closed doors there was no public shame to stop anything? Sofia's feminine rage burned in her muscles and clawed at her throat. "You like being grabbed, bitch?" she asked, nails digging into his jawline, her actions in danger of getting the authorities called.

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Music low and muttering would stir the stale air of the bar, simmering in low lights that would distort patron's faces at the right angle into things of the dark. The kind of things that warm hues don't even mask. And the night stretches on, with the heavy kind of darkness outside that no one wants to step out into. The mouth of a night that would always be so hungry.

At least inside, where conversations blend against one another. Carried from other patron's lips, Nolan didn't feel so alone. Not that he'd ever admit that's how his solidarity would find words for such an admittance. That some nights, he craved this as much as anything else. People surrounding him, just living their lives so mindlessly. But anyone in his pack would know, they'd see it in the way he'd always crawl to them for company to keep. No matter the way he last left them, he needed them.

Usually Nolan keeps his head down, buried in his own glass but it's hard to ignore the scene that starts unravelling at the bar besides him. A flash of the man's hand brushing against skin, muttered words under breaths before outright insults were being thrown against one another. Nolan was far from a stranger of bar fights, thrown out of most of the bars in town since his youth for reckless behaviour and his own slew of insults in other's directions. And there's something of amusement reflected in his features as he looks back to the small woman hold her stance against the man before he could do anything drastic to her.

Then he's watching it, as quickly as her hands dig into the other man, Nolan's watching his expression darken. The anger, maybe from rejection, or maybe from being made a fool of infront of all these people that surround them. And Nolan doesn't even realise he's stepping in before it's too late. His hand's shoved against the other man's chest, pushing him away from Sofia only so Nolan can stand in the way of her. He doesn't even glance back to her as he blocks the other man from her, "Come on limpdick, you've made your point. No one wants to fuck you."

He was never exactly the best at deescalating a situation, but he didn't need to be. With scars lining his knuckles, and those still faint on his features from fights before, every ounce of the man begs for another. A warning itself. "And I know you weren't about to lay another hand on her, so you can take the image of her slapping you again and go home to jerk off to. It'll be the only touch of a woman you're gettin' tonight."

[rclused]

[ ricky whittle , cis male, he/him ] Hey, isn’t that NOLAN KEENE. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WEREWOLF, and have a connection to SLOUGH PACK? What I do know for certain is that they’re THIRTY SEVEN, and they’re DETERMINED and ABRASIVE. They’re originally from FENRIRS WOOD, and have been back to FENRIRS WOOD for FIVE YEARS living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at WIN GARAGE as a MECHANIC. Best if they stay safe for now. 

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(  R E Z A  )

Reza looked up from the hood, his brows arched at the invitation. “Sure, why not.” He shrugged, dropping the wrench on the trolley before making his way to wash his hands. He made it a habit of doing so whenever he was away from his work, despite knowing that it’d only get dirty again once he resumed. It wasn’t as if he had OCD, he simply didn’t like the feeling of grease on his hands when he wasn’t working. Reza dried off his hands before grabbing the offered beer, chugging a mouthful. “Ah, that hits the spot.” Another chug, and he was almost done with the bottle.

He leaned against the wall next to Nolan, nursing his beer as he massaged his shoulder with his free hand. He started to feel the day’s work on his body, with his stiff neck and sore back. “If this is your way of asking me to sleep with you, I don’t have any plans for tonight.” He turned to Nolan with raised eyebrow, sipping on his beer.

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A dark smudge across his face where he’s wiped away sweat with grease coloured hands, before he twists open the bottle cap and throws it somewhere into the garage. Despite the amused smile that settles on Nolan’s features, relaxed almost- it’s hard to look at the man and remember him as something other than that creature with sharp teeth. It carves him, volatile and growling. From the scars lining his nose, to the splintered knuckles that grasp at the beer bottle.

“Pretty abysmal if I’m the best you could do,” bringing the bottle up to his lips, Nolan relaxes against the bench behind him. Most would say there’s nothing left of him, that good man. That’s because there was never anything to him in the first place. Nothing more than an ache deep in the pit of him that caged that beating thing, that claws until his insides are rotten. But then there’s moments, when his body sits exhausted from work and the world is locked far away, and he can swallow that thing he calls anger. Even if for a moment.

“You should raise your standards.”

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LOCATION: win’s garage STATUS: closed @adimuses​

The evening sun slowly setting in the sky, swallowed by the horizon of trees that seems to engulf the town. The garage’s lights would only seem to get brighter as the afternoon settles, until eventually it was time to close up for the night. It seemed to be the same thing most days these days, but that didn’t seem to bother Nolan too much. He almost didn’t mind settling into the routine of work, it at least gave his mind something else to attempt to focus on for a little while. Even though there was that gnawing, ever present promise of a creature making him restless.

“Have a beer with me?” He asks Reza, with a poor attempt of cleaning his hands against an already filthy grease cloth. The car he’s planning on coming back to tomorrow, still jacked up. Reaching for the mini fridge, he grabs two bottles of whatever they were keeping stocked that week and holds them up to Reza.

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(  H E L I A  )

LOCATION: outside of the Fenrir hospital TIMESTAMP: 27th of December @rclused

Helia was one who would always support the decision of the Council of Fenrir's Wood even if she didn't agree with it. That was part of carrying responsibility, of being at the top, of protecting the Supernaturals of the city. And she'd done worse things, saw worse, just to protect that secret. It was getting harder, but alas, it had to be done. She alway wondered if Nolan actually realised the favour that was being extended to him, the fact that he still had a chance to get the curse revoked.

Not many did.

Though the person who put the curse on Nolan was a well-kept secret, as they might be the only one to take it away.

"This is not your usual venue," she commented, as she saw Nolan upon leaving the hospital after her shift. "I take it you didn't come for me," she added. She always smiled a little, though more careful around the other than most. "Regardless, I did pack you your Christmas present. I have it in my car."

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Nolan had gotten used to avoiding the hospital a long time ago, even as a teenager preferring to stitch his own course skin back together rather than go to someone else for help. Tonight it wasn’t a question of himself, escorting another he ended up in a fight with to the doctors, he was readying himself to leave. But not after a cigarette in the bitter night air. 

Of course the man doesn’t see the favour that was being extended to him- not when the so called favour was from those who kept him locked in this cage. When the same people letting this living, breathing, beating creature, slowly carve away at the man’s insides until there’s nothing more than rot. Nolan spits on the ground towards Helia’s feet, her smile nothing more than a feigned attempt of denial. 

“It’s funny you still try Helia,” His words sharp and biting, something she’d been on the receiving end of multipule times before. “You can tell me when the council’s going to stop acting as God and give me my fucking shifts back though.”

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(  B O D H I  )

LOCATION: Fenrir Police Station TIMESTAMP: 29th of December @rclused

Bodhi too had caught up on the areas that had become off-limits for locals and tourists. One of those had been the Duck Pond, a place that he'd began to visit regularly for the fact that the five who were sleeping had all been found there. He felt it had significance with the disappearances. Of course, he couldn't be sure, but it felt... Supernatural.

Not that it changed much about his daily plan, he was still payed to find the students, he was still attempting just that, walking into the Police station with a smile on his lips, saying hi to everyone because he knew them so well already.

He'd learnt to befriend the people of a city whenever he was there for a job. Even if he didn't manage to complete it, it was still good to be able to come back and be welcomed, instead of being frowned upon for having been a nuisance.

He sat down in the waiting area, being careful with his long wool coat and waited for his appointment. He had several questions about the Duck Pond and Brann's Peak. "Ah, detective Kaneko, thank you for seeing me on such short notice," he said, smiling, when the local detective appeared. "I brought you some coffee." He held out one of the cups on the carton.

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It had been too long. This whole thing had been going on for all too long for it to still be so incredibly out of control. There once was a time when Suki would have opted to throw himself into a case like this, the kind that seems unsolvable no matter what pieces you find along the way. But this wasn’t what a fresh start like Fenrir’s Wood was supposed to bring. This town was meant to be nothing more than drunk tanks, and a bit of teen revelry, maybe the occasional lost hiker.

Mud speckling the bottom of his shoes would give away where Suki previously was moment before he got the call from Bodhi. His own attempts to investigate around the Duck Pond, sure they’d decided supernaturals should keep clear. But he decided he needed to do his job, and preferably before someone else shows up dead. Sure he walked away from it with no evidence, a headache, and a meeting with an even worse headache, but it felt better than sitting behind a desk waiting for something to happen.

Suki reached out his hand to shake Bodhi’s, a gesture to ensure the man before him knows this is a formality, not a friendship. Although he would take the coffee, “I thought you’d be more used to the station coffee by now.” 

Leading the other through the hallways he’d know all too well by now, Suki takes them through to his office. “What can I help you with today Bodhi?”

[rclused]

[ ricky whittle , cis male, he/him ] Hey, isn’t that NOLAN KEENE. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WEREWOLF, and have a connection to SLOUGH PACK? What I do know for certain is that they’re THIRTY SEVEN, and they’re DETERMINED and ABRASIVE. They’re originally from FENRIRS WOOD, and have been back to FENRIRS WOOD for FIVE YEARS living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at WIN GARAGE as a MECHANIC. Best if they stay safe for now. 

About .

Born and raised in Fenrirs Wood, Nolan was always a vicious kid. Hands full of blood and soil, and knees grazed in the dirt. An uncontrollable temper, the boy never quite knew how to keep just words to himself. Nolan’s father would teach him to hunt when he could hold a gun. While he would prefer fists and antagonised violence over a trophy at the end of the day, he’d still enjoy his time in the forests that backed onto their house. He’d start spending more and more of his free time out there, staring up to birds scattering in the trees, it became easy to pretend he’s in a grave when no one else was around.

It was the same year his father dies that Nolan got bitten, running around in the woods with his gun brandished as if he was chasing something. Really it was just fun to point and chase. Maybe the rumours made him wonder if there was something human beneath all of it. He knew he was never going to shoot, he was only ever good at antagonising. 

His father died due to a ‘hunting accident’, at least that’s what the authorities ended up labelling it as. But gossip would still stain the family name. Nolan Keene’s name.

Restless teen, got in with the wrong crowd. Maybe he was the wrong crowd. Hard to tell which way around that was. Young, dumb, reckless, the ripe age of twenty-one when Nolan was already a trouble to the pack. Fenrir pack might have turned him, they might have been the ones that took him in, but he was nothing more than sharp teeth and a hot head. They’d end up kicking him out after years of trouble, nothing engrained his resentment more than that betrayal of abandoning him. That was when he’d join Slough. When he found out his mother was being evicted from her home. He helps the only way he knows how- by putting himself on the line.

He travels a couple states, robs a few banks. The third one too many things went wrong in the lead up and well, he got caught. His mother moved from Fenrirs Wood anyway.

Nolan serves nine years in prison, the council of Fenrirs Wood is concerned what a werewolf being locked up might do to their secret. For the sake of the town, they do what they can to keep Nolan’s shifts at bay while he’s away. They put a curse on him the day he goes in, unable to shift into his werewolf form but it’s still there inside him. Every part of him only grew to ache and more restlessness. He has been back in Fenrirs Wood for the last five years. Got a job at the mechanics, and is only more restless than the day he left.

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[rclused]

[ will sharpe , cis male, he/him ] Hey, isn’t that SUKI KANEKO. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WEREWOLF, and have a connection to GLOVER PACK? What I do know for certain is that they’re THIRTY FOUR, and they’re AFFABLE and RECALCITRANT. They’re originally from MANCHESTER, and have been in FENRIRS WOOD for TWO YEARS living in SUNE’S HARBOUR. I wonder if they still work at POLICE STATION as a DETECTIVE. Best if they stay safe for now. 

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Suki had always been a quiet kid, with hands as gentle as the spring breeze, and eyes that looked up to the world in awe. He’d take it all in, the great expanse of everything that just seemed to swallow him whole. His single mother was an ER nurse and in a city like Manchester that meant late nights. He wouldn’t mind, because in those moments where she would find the time, it was like the whole world would be lit up. He found frustration in his younger days, not able to understand the so many things of the world, but most of all why he never heard stories of his father. He would start acting out, once so quiet and unsure of his own words, starting to get in trouble at school. Gentle hands balling into fists, and detentions gathering. But his mother was kind and patient, one day she’d explain to him the kind of man his father was. The kind of man he’s on the path to becoming. But he has good in his hands, she knows it by holding them. That was the first day he understood.

The police academy was the first thing Suki felt like he was good at, perhaps the way he could push his body to the brink of physical exhaustion from training, or the way his mind would go quiet. Or maybe it was the way that on his good days, he was making the world a better place. And on the bad days, he got to prove to everyone else whether he knew it or not, that he was not his father. He graduated within the top of the class, threw himself into work and worked his way up the ranks fairly quickly. Eventually becoming a homicide detective. It was all going well, until it wasn’t. But really Suki had no one to blame but himself for that. To be clear the police work was still going great, but his life felt like it was crumbling around him. He knew it was a mistake the day he chased the perp, what he didn’t expect was that he’d wake up in hospital with multiple bullet wounds, a shattered shoulder and his insides needing to be sewn back together. Everyone wanted to call him a hero, wanted to give him a medal. He was just a sad man who didn’t know if he was a good person or if he was just good at pretending to be a good person, and it all got so messed up in his mind that he didn’t know how to untangle it. He should have been glad to be back, but he asked for a reassignment. A smaller town, somewhere quiet he thought, somewhere he can find his thoughts again. The last thing he expected was for his first summer to be that of a murder spree.

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- Richard Siken, "Snow and Dirty Rain"

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