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[beautifullycynic]

For: @huntedarte Where: The woods

He had heard of this city, a home of the supernaturals. And even if it had been in his plans to come visit at one point, Lucian often found himself... occupied with his experiments. It had been just fortunate, that the last werewolf he had been tracking down with his sister had led them straight to it. And though he had expected, coming here, to find plenty to work with, he would had never thought he'd find them.

He approaches with his hands on his pockets, a smile on his lips and the tag with their name hanging over his shirt, openly in display for them to see. It belongs to them, after all. Figures that they'd be here, among nature... wilderness befitted them, though it's a surprise to find this form instead of the other. He finds he likes the other a lot more. His pet.

"There's this saying that goes about... looking for copper, and finding gold. surely you've heard it before... or not, I could never get much time with you in this form to truly figure out how much you could remember." He hums, leaning against the trunk of a tree. "But well... ain't there some truth about it, my dear artemis?."

[parkskylar]

for: @huntedarte during: daytime

She still can't get used to it. The way her senses seem more sensitive, more alert. How she can hear things she knows she wouldn't had been able were she still a hunter. Human. Normal. Working at the cafe, at the very least, seems like a blessing even when the reactions some of the cats had to her is still frustrating. The strong smell of coffee is overwhelming enough to not worry about catching any other scent that she shouldn't. And the repetitive motions of making a coffee let her shut her mind down for the duration of her shift, even if what comes after is more of a nightmare.

The sound of the bell catches her attention and it's only just a brief look at the person walking in before turning back to what she's doing. She's alone today, which she's thankful for. Skylar doesn't particularly feels like making friends right now, not when she can't even bring herself to talk to the ones she already had. She places the coffee on the counter, a bit more forcefully than necessary, calling the person it's meant for before turning back to the main counter and the person waiting there. "What?" the word leaves her lips instinctively, defensively as she feels her anger rising. And she takes a deep breath before clearing her throat awkwardly. "I mean... how can I help you?"

[lihuennash]

For: @huntedarte Where: The Gala

They were nervous, shaking almost really. Lihuén hadn't expected to become an Alpha so soon but death was sudden like this, and despite their former Alpha doing his best to instruct them as they grew, they still had little idea what this meeting with The Conclave could mean. They had been seeing members from the visiting packs, eying everyone around like they owned the place. It made their spine straighten and the look in their eyes harden. They only relaxed a little bit when their eyes settled on a fellow Alpha. They hadn't had the pleasure of meeting them but this was as good a place as any, so with a drink in hand, they moved closer, resting against the wall as they reached them. "Some event, huh?." Voice taking a soften note as they took a sip from their drink, enjoying the burning of the alcohol down their throat. "I'm Lihuén... Cerberus Alpha, you're Eventide's, right?."

[parkskylar]

For: @huntedarte Where: Cool Beans Cat Cafe

There was no one in the cafe, hadn't been for the last hour and even more. The last customer had only come in for a take away order and Skylar had been left alone to wander about in her own mind. Thoughts swirling restlessly as she considered the last two months she's been living in this city. It felt strange still, being away from home for so long, without hearing about her parents. Unable to call them. Fear still gripped tightly at her heart.

The paper figures scattered around the counter were soon joined by another. She had already swiped the floors and cleaned all the tables. Even the coffee machine was ready to be turned off. Seemed like all the city and their neighbors had attended that luxurious party she heard about. And she groaned as another minute ticked by way too slow. She almost cried from happiness at the sound of the door. But any word that could had come out of her lips was suddenly stuck on her throat. Do you have a pack?. The question had been circling her mind even when she was adamant that she didn't needed a damn pack. She didn't fit in one, she never will.

She clears her throat, looks at the redhead, fancy and... good in the formal wear and... runs a hand through her hair. "Hi huh... what can I get you?." Welcome to cool beans fucking long name cafe, welcome. Her boss would surely say something about her manners but Skylar couldn't manage more than that.