#blackbriar.event

[noelosway]

“Now children, before I let you go for the day, what must we remember?”

A chorus of small voices rang throughout the small room. “We will not be silenced. We will reclaim our heritage. We cannot lose who we are.”

Noel grinned, their heart blossoming with pride. Some of these pups’ parents may disagree with them, but Noel would make sure the younger generation had what it takes to overthrow their captors. They would make sure the children knew their rightful place, that when push came to shove, they wouldn’t find themselves unprepared for the fight at hand. So many of the wolves here were soft, some even creating friendships with their captors, their torturers. It was disgusting.

“You may go, I’ll see you all next week. Enjoy the bonfire!”

The bonfire. A silly thing organized by the softest among them, the Hearts, but even Noel could recognize the need to let loose every once in a while. Not to mention the fact that most community events that shoved all the packs together usually demanded at least one all out brawl. Noel wouldn’t miss it for the world. Maybe if they were lucky, they could convince a few more wolves to reach out and grab what was rightfully theirs and they could all get the hell out of here.

Noel hadn’t been in Blackbriar long, as they were often reminded, but that didn’t mean all hope was lost. It didn’t mean that they had to lie down an accept their fate to die in here, an experiment, a monster.

No, Noel would not go down like that. Even if it was just their own pack that had their back, Noel would find a way out of here and rip out anyone’s throat who stepped in their path.

Daydreams of ripping bloody sinew from faceless guards’ faces flooded Noel’s mind, distracting them from the bodies crossing their path. 

“Excuse me, I guess I should watch where I’m going.” Sarcasm dripped on their words, but Noel had resolved to try to be less confrontational. For one night, at the very least.

[xjust-milo]

Milo was quite familiar with the lake, its defenses, and its weaknesses so he didn’t necessarily need to take a lap and case everything out but, well, it kept him moving and made him a less likely target for the more sociable and foolish wolves who didn’t yet know to leave him be. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he rummaged for the small box, glanced around to make sure Cas hadn’t moved or been found by Trouble yet before lighting up with a soft sigh. It was a party night after all, so he was affording himself this one indulgence, although - could it be considered that if it was necessary to prevent his short-fuse from igniting after exposure to  one too many drunken idiots?

Maybe he’d let himself have two.

Smirking slightly at the thought, he looked away from Cas and the small throng of people around him to focus on the area around him. He carefully maneuvered around and away from the largest crowds and attempted to avoid eye contact with the couples and losers on the fringes. The vindictive side of him was pretty sure Cas forced him to attend events like this precisely because he knew how much Milo hated them but there’d be time enough to get revenge later. For now, things were quiet and he had several egress routes mapped out by the time he was approaching his pack again.

Only, there was a human shaped barrier between them and him and Milo wasn’t in the mood for this (never would be) but he still raised one thin eyebrow. “You have my attention, what?” Gods willing, they’d move on without saying anyone else because Milo was not here to play drunk fairy godmother or act as a breathing stuffed animal to snot and cry on or worse - make small talk. In fact, the hosts of this whole stupid thing would be far better at it and he went to look for one before his attention was reeled back in.

[brittsinha]

Sun In My Eyes | Danika & Britt

@danikawwolf

Touchy-feely get togethers were never Britt’s thing, she much preferred high class galas and charity benefits to “homey” bonfires and bar-b-ques. But as there was a distinct lack of such class in Blackbriar, Britt was forced to mingle with the other packs, the plebes who lived for this sort of entertainment. She threw on the best outfit she could manage: a pair of simple leggings, a sequined shirt that would sparkle and dance in the firelight, and her favorite black and tan wedges. Sure, heels were probably not the best idea for a bonfire out on the beach, but did that mean she had to dress like a slob? Wear... sneakers?

Never.

The sun was setting and sounds of laughter and merriment were floating over the compound. Britt may have hated almost every other being in this wretched place, but she had to admit it was a nice sound. A change from all the screaming and brooding. The smell of freshly charred meat was also appeasing, though she would never admit it. God, what would he parents think of her right now?

Making her way towards the beach, Britt’s eyes scanned over the crowd, attempting to find anyone worth speaking to. It was a tall order. Her gaze locked on the people, she didn’t see the rock jutting out of the sand until her toe caught it and sent her flailing in an attempt to stay upright.

“Mother fucking son of a fuck!” Rather than blushing, Britt glared at her immediate surroundings, daring any one of the people near her to say a damn word. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

[elijahtallis]

Forget the bonfire and even the lake. Forget the socializing, the thing that called out most to him was karaoke contest. He could possibly win this with his eyes closed if he could stop laughing and being inappropriate enough for him to finish the song. Elijah ran his fingers through his hair using the reflection of an aluminum can to check his apperance. Being the Beta of the Diamonds, he knew the importance of looking the part was over half the battle. After he had sought out and had a little go with Peter he disconnected to find his path to the microphone.

Nostalgia filled the void in his bones, but not without the jovial grin across his lips. The muffled sound of giggles as he neared the stand after an off key soprano tried to rock out with Purple Rain. The baring of his teeth grow wider, beaming his aura of pure amusement.  He would find that...he wasn’t sure which pack member the wolf belonged to, but he would laugh at their expense after he sang the song. 

That’s what he told himself. However once he started to follow the karaoke voices of a ‘Whole New World’ the image of the tone deaf wolf prior flashed through his mind. He turned his gaze to lock with them as he wagged his brows a bit aggressively taking a slight pause in the beginning to laugh before he became serious about the competition at hand.

After the song he leaned forward to the first person, brows knit together curiously. “Heh.. how did I do? Would you say I was.. thinking outside the Bach’s.” 

[brittsinha]

@jamie-voss

So the BBQ wasn’t all that terrible, Britt had to admit. It was no Gordon Ramsay, but it wasn’t as podunk as she would have originally thought. Or maybe it was just the booze Peter had given her finally kicking in and allowing her to lower her standards for once. But the meat was tender, the vegetables were fresh, and as backwoods as Blackbriar was, if you thought of it as a communal farmer’s market, it made it almost palatable.

Delicately licking her fingers, Britt swayed towards the fire, beginning to burn bright against the now darkened sky. She’d already tripped once in these damned heels, but if her mother had ingrained any one thing into her mind it was “a lady never takes off her heels”. You suffer in silence until a gentleman sweeps you off your feet.

Luckily, Britt set her eyes on one such gentleman.

Jamie wasn’t her best friend, he had far too many feelings for that, but he had earned a place in Britt’s esteem when she first arrived. It was Jamie who taught her the basics of self defense. Sure, she was still stuck in this place, but learning some sort of combat was better than being the helpless piece of trash she’d felt like when she’d been captured. “Jamie, my darling,” she cooed, slinging an arm around his broad shoulders. “Be a dear and hold me up for a moment, will you? These shoes are killing me.”

[jamie-voss-blog]

@elijahtallis

Truthfully, Jamie was a little shaken by how much he’d enjoyed his conversation with Piper and had definitely not expected to stumble away from it much drunker than he had gone into it. He probably should be finding some water. Or his beta. Or … something Responsible. Instead, he caught a voice and followed it to where there was apparently a singing contest going on. That was a great idea! Who didn’t love music?

Ecstatically, he snagged the first willing person he saw and swung them into an impromptu dance through the duration of someone’s upbeat choice before spinning and finding himself nearly face to face with a familiar Diamond wolf. “Elijah!” He hadn’t hedged bets on whether or not they’d come but he would have likely put his money on ‘no’, so it was a doubly pleasant surprise to see them here.

“Welcome! Are you having fun?” Someone else got on the stage and Jamie felt himself beginning to grin. “Dance with me, Elijah. Pretty please?” There was probably a rule that said you had to dance with one of the hosts, somewhere. If not, there should be. He was going to have to remember to tell someone to add it before holding out his hand and a pout.

[xjust-milo]

@casimiralvarez

Milo stuck close to Cas’ back as they made their way towards the lake, eyes wary and vigilant as they got closer to the crowds of people. Realistically, he knew that Cas could hold his own and that he didn’t necessarily need Milo to defend him but try telling his brain that. It had a mind of its own. Ha. Mind. Maybe he shouldn’t have pregamed quite as much as he had but it was too late now and he didn’t hate that it empowered him enough to reach out and steer Cas away from certain groupings of people. The last thing he fucking wanted tonight was a bear hug from a certain host so he strategically maneuvered them into an area of mostly Spades before leaning forward. “How long do we have to stay?” Milo breathed, well-aware of the enhanced hearing of nearly everyone around them and how his hand had fallen to Cas’ hip to brace himself.

Whoops.

Pulling hand and body back, he settled into surly mode, low-grade glaring at everyone in their vicinity and already counting the minutes until he could try and convince Cas to go home. Admittedly, a secret part of him didn’t exactly hate coming out because Cas was in rare form once he had a couple drinks and was around the right people — it truly was a sight to behold. But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t grumble the entire time up to that point.

Case in point, there were bloody logs to sit on and that was just undignified. Cas made chairs for a fucking reason. Still, he wasn’t going to stand for the entire time so he sat and tugged on Cas to sit too, not even pretending to shift when he came down close. What were they even supposed to do? Watch shit burn? Sure, some people were eating and drinking but he’d be fucked before he put anything in his mouth that he didn’t make or procure himself. “This is ridiculous.” He grumbled, digging in his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter before offering both to Cas. “But here’s to it, I guess. Happy spring or whatever.”