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[whitetail-wheaty]

@iscariotsdeputy​​ | X

“You get a whole bag, my friend.”, Wheaty winked at him as he laid an arm over Staci’s shoulder, as if they were just the best buddies in school. And not a Deputy and the local teenage vandal.

Scrunching his nose, Wheaty looked deeply offended at him.

“What? Of course Eli knows! He bought me the last two - but I can’t annoy him today, he has... stuff to do. He is a busy man. So I need you to help me and I know I can always count on you!”

[radiocultcontrol]

cont. (x) @iscariotsdeputy​

She had followed after him in concern. It wasn’t like him to just up and leave from a party, not when there was still mayhem to cause and she still hasn’t challenged him to an apple bobbing contest yet. He was a little ways from the little festival to where the music was a mellow hum over the hillside. 

What she expected was a possibly passed out Staci, thinking he may have drank too much. What she didn’t expect was a Staci that had grown a tail! Her outburst definitely startled him as he rattled off telling her to go back to Joey.

She almost did leave him, her feet turning away from him and starting to head back to their other companion before she stopped again whipping back around. Her red hair flailing around her head as one of the only nights she physically lets her curly hair down. 

“NO! I need an explanation Staci Pratt, right now! Otherwise.... I uh.... I’ll get Joey!” The threat fell flat as she stumbled over her words. Knowing Joey she would just believe it to be a prank and walk away from them with a shake of the head. Piper knew that, so she really couldn’t get Joey for this.

“So explain!” She spoke again, crossing her arms and trying to gain a stern look on her face. Yet she just couldn’t be stern with Staci, never could. “How long have you been like this? Is this the reason why you never want to go night fishing with me? Here I thought you just didn’t like fishing.” The rambling started as she mocked fake hurt to her companion. 

[finalvlog-a]

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[blissflower]

@iscariotsdeputy​

            “Poor thing. What have they done to you?”         Soft and sweet, such a stark contrast to their surroundings. The Whitetail Mountains have not been kind to this one, Jacob’s project while successful, has run it’s course -- at least for him. The Angels are always in need of replenishment, that hole in the Earth just keeps filling with the bodies since that other deputy has been running around. If Jacob thinks this one is too weak for him... Well, Faith is never one to turn someone away, is she? A frown on her features, concern as she touches his cheek, aura of bliss surrounding the both of them. A saviour. A true angel.                                  “Hold still, let me untie you.” 

[fanaiceach]

@iscariotsdeputy ❛ It’s very different in the night. It’s different in the dark. ❜

hill house starters || accepting 

      He’d been on the creature’s trail since the moon had reached its zenith. Which wasn’t exactly a difficult thing -- even in the thick of the forest, a hulking lupine figure of that stature was easy to track. It wasn’t trying to be subtle. At first he’d assumed it to be a Vulpe, one of the lesser Vulkods like a Skal was to an Ekon, but there was something about the pitch of its pulse and the scent of it that seemed... different. Granted, it had been some time since the hunter had last sought out such prey. Monsters of the modern era tended to value the art of camouflage -- blending in with humanity so as not to attract undue attention. Secrecy was harder and harder to come by as technology and viral news shrank the world with each passing year. Those inhuman beings that had survived thus far usually did so because they were too good to get caught.

      Fumbling newborns usually weren’t long for the world. After observing this one for scarcely more than a few hours, that was what Geoffrey determined he had on his hands. Such a thought hardly stopped him. Beasts of its kind had no room in their minds for rationality, the rage and hunger eclipsing all else. Even if it wasn’t vampiric in nature, the thing was still violent. Dangerous. It had dragged a man from the roadside past the treeline, was all but dismembering him when Geoffrey came across the grisly scene. Something either spooked or attracted it, and it went tearing off into the dark before Geoffrey could aim more than a glancing blow and its retreating mass.

      The victim was more than obviously dead, and so the hunt was on. It was in the midst of pursuit, however, that Geoffrey determined he wasn’t dealing with a vampire. Still, though, the sun was rising. Either the thing would balk at the light, or at the very least it would be cornered away from its den.

      Imagine the hunter’s surprise, then, when sunrise filtered through the woods and what stood in its place was a man. Or something humanoid, at least. Congealed blood stained his face and hands where it had once matted the fur of muzzle and claws. Geoffrey was without his sword, but the pistol he aimed at the stranger would -- hopefully -- prove just as effective a deterrent. 

      “What are you?” Geoffrey barked, and for a moment only wide and slightly glassy eyes stared back at him. “What are you?” he repeated, louder. “Speak, or I shoot. It might not kill you, but a bullet between the eyes leaves a nasty headache. And that makes ending you easier for me.”

      And speak he did -- though his words offered next to nothing in the way of explanation. He muttered something about the night, the dark, how different it was. Geoffrey’s scowl deepened, and he thumbed the pistol’s hammer until it clicked into place. “You killed a man. Tore him to pieces. Do you remember that, beast?”

[skiesking]

@iscariotsdeputy​ is gonna bop bop bop

“Listen, Stace. To be number one, you’ve gotta raise the bar.”

[dcputyrook]

@iscariotsdeputy​

it’s not quite time that they’re heading out to confront Joseph, but Alder stares at the metal CONTRAPTION like it’s actively out there trying to kill him. Staci is sitting in the front seat, checking if everything’s okay for the flight ahead.

The Marshal CRUELLY told Alder that Dakota couldn’t come, so she’s left back at home with a sitter. Even if his sitter is the VET HIMSELF in all of Hope County.

“Don’t care what that asshole said, Stace. I’m not GOING IN THAT THING.”

[gcdspridearchive]

@iscariotsdeputy i just want you to know that i love you dajflndkfmdsfd