#chat: mack

[lailarenaud-blog]

renauds;

She was searching, but Laila wasn’t sure what it was that she was looking for. The blonde raced through the streets of Ashbourne-- the staff at Delphi’s had proved to be useless and the wolf blew through their doors like a hungry storm, eating up the sidewalk as she tried to find a trace of Pearl. She wasn’t Landon, she couldn’t track very well, but her blue eyes were sharp and as she turned the corner past the Victorian at the edge of the town, her heart sank.

Picking up scents was hard, but there were some that were unmistakeable. From an open window, Laila tasted the copper of blood in the air, fragrant and heavy, freshly spilled. Long legs moved before she could think. She wasn’t known to hesitate, shoving the door open, the wolf just ran.

She ate two steps at a time, barrelling into the first bedroom at the top of the stairs. Her heart sank to her boots and the blonde swallowed a tremble. There was one scent that she had trained herself to remember and it clung to the scene, before she caught the open wound on her baby sister’s throat. Pearl looked smaller, pale and broken. Her red lipstick was nothing more than a dark, garish stain on her face-- in the lighting, she looked like a little girl. Laila worked quickly, sending out a message to Mack.

< found her. arthur st #12 hurry. bad shape >

Her teeth gritted as she reached for Pearl, gingerly touching at her shoulder to see if she could get her to rouse. It was Clary that had done this and it was Clary that would die for it.

[helenahastings-blog]

wolf mother;

@mackrenaud

There were Renauds in this town. Lenny had learned it with a fascinated voracity, Landon’s run down of the events that she had missed included the addition of one of Patrice Renaud’s daughters to their pack. She wasn’t the only one, the pride of Gatineau was now a shattered ensemble of wolves, but it’s heirs lived in Ashbourne-- to say that Lenny hadn’t been seeking out the once beta’s sister would be untrue. She found her; a column headed with long blonde hair and cold blue eyes; the alpha’s lips curved upwards in a smile at the mundaneness of her appearance. Long fingers curved around a cup of coffee, her other hand clutched a paper bag that she was sure contained breakfast. Would she recognize her? Helena pressed closer, the last time she had visited had been many years ago; and it hadn’t been for the girl-- though, she was very much a woman now. “Mackenzie,” Lenny greeted easily, as one does a creature prone to spook, when she finally caught her attention.

[lailarenaud-blog]

@mackrenaud​

Ashbourne was crawling with ghosts this evening. Laila felt shaken after her reunion with Pearl and on edge after snarling at Adie. Her sister’s business card poked sharply at her palm as she clutched it, weaving through the crowd of drunks and dancers. It was another familiar face that made her pause-- with the glow of the flame lighting up Mack’s face from beneath, she seemed formed of hollows. Years had passed, but she looked much the same; Renaud girls were striking in their own way, with delicate features and strong mouths haloed with plentiful golden locks. The wolf pushed through the crowd, reaching for her arm.  From her lips dropped a name she hadn’t uttered or thought of for years, “Mack?”

[nellieduvall]

“Did you see that?” Nellie’s head whips from side to side, big brown eyes glued to the dark blue sky that’s tinted with the glow of the rave. “I think it was a shooting star!” Nellie’s too drunk to tell if she saw a shooting star, or a blowing neon-yellow spec of confetti, or a flashing light from the DJ stage. Everything is shimmering like glitter but now all Nellie can think about is making a wish, which is ironic, because if Mack was a Care Bear she’d probably be Wish Bear. That slow moving, carefree kind of dreamer; Nellie figures of anyone she recognizes close by that Mack might’ve seen a shooting star. Or have wanted to. “Think it’s too late to make a wish?”  @mackfm​ 

[evikoning]

Date: October 12, 2020 Time: 12:30 pm Location: Krule & Co.

One of these days she’ll get through a lunch break in peace. That though coincides with Evi’s sigh when the amaryllis on the sill blooms, announcing an incoming customer. The typical cheery salesman isn't here to address them, so it falls on Evi, who has just wiped potting soil from her hands and emerged from the back room when the door opens. The girl looks young, but not young enough for Evi to turn her nose up. But she appears to be completely out of her element, too, which is enough to make the witch step forward and pipe up. “Looking for something in particular?” Hands on her hips, she goes on, not sure what calls for it. “This is usually the part where my business partner brags about our current sale, but the change in the weather has made things a bit sparse. In the plant department, anyway. Can still point you in the right direction, though, if you need it.”

@mackbrennan