it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that all these events are connected even if no one’s brave enough to say it . she needn’t be standing close to hear the incessant chatter surrounding portum’s tetralogy of events but it’s all she seems to be hearing nowadays . and it’s always the same . concern . fear . apprehension . or in hera’s case , general disdain over the lack of answers . eyes can’t help but be drawn to the view outside spell & bourbon’s windows –– or well lack thereof . jaw tenses before forcing herself to look away and to her empty glass . “ want another drink ? ” the vampire asks [ your muse ] . “ it’s on me . i’m not quite ready to bear the fog just yet . it’s a little too reminiscent of the great smog of 1952 . granted , i should hope no one else is dying anytime soon . ”
ever since she was born, cosima had learned to place her faith in the stars. as she grew older she’d draw her magic from them, letting them influence each spell and potion. but there was still something about those early days, listening to her parents teach her everything they knew. her mother would tell her that wishes would be listened to and her father told her they were watching every step she’d ever take.
… did they see her now?
her breaths came in heavy pants as she ran through the forest. it felt as if she’d been running for hours when it more likely had been a few seconds. the angry mob that had held her sounded faint, and that was the only small comfort she had.
“ show us, ” they’d said, sharp metal pressed against her back as cosima felt her heart grow heavier in desperation. it had been the same song and dance for hours as she’d been moved around, cuffs digging into her skin and her bare feet scraping raw against the forest ground.
… “ it’s right there, ” she’d pleaded, begged, voice a hoarse cry. “ can’t you see it? ”
she ran, and ran, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through her torso with every heaving breath. her one goal was the town enveloped in fog. it swallowed her whole, shielding her from view. it was impossible to see where she was going, but all she could do was run. it all came to a halt as her legs gave out and portum welcomed her. it was just a bit too late.
… around her the town of portum woke up to a new disturbing find.
TL;DR + IC INFORMATION.
a supernatural creature arrives in portum on the brink of death after being pursued and hurt by unknown entities. she makes it just in time, collapsing in the middle of town, death gently encountering her after days and days of torture and imprisonment, making her the second unnerving finding in portum since the year started.
along with the finding of cosima’s body, the storm that’s covered portum subsides, yet the fog that came with it suddenly increases and thickens, covering almost the entire place, from the forest to the shore. this also makes the townspeople's apprehensions grow.
this plot is directly tied to plot drop #002.
OOC INFORMATION.
start date : march 5th.
some plot / thread ideas : your muse could have been there the moment cosima arrived at the center of portum, saw them collapse and die there; they could wake up to the commotion and the fog covering portum; or be oblivious about it until they leave their residence where they not only see the fog, but also feel something is seriously wrong with the town that’s always protected them.
you can tag your starters with #portum:plot003.
starting now, you can post open starters or plot threads for closed ones ! previous threads do not have to be paused or dropped, but please prioritize plot drop threads.
if you have any doubts or concerns, the inbox, ims + questions channel are always available.
⇢ 🌕 STATUS ﹕ open.
⇢ 🌕 LOCATION ﹕ portum town square.
nyra’s paws padded silently through the forest, her senses heightened as she moved through the trees in her wolf form. the moon hung near the horizon now, its silver light starting to give way to the sun’s first rays. the pull to go running had been undeniable and nyra had found herself running through the night, the anxiety and tension of the last few months releasing for the briefest of instances when she was out here.
but something was off.
the familiar scents of the forests were tinged with something darker, something metallic, and every bone in nyra’s body screamed at her to run. the sharp scents of fear and pain hit her like a tidal wave, and her muscles tensed, stopping in her tracks. her nose lifted into the air, ears twitching as she tried to identify the source of her uneasiness. then without sparing another thought, nyra took off sprinting to the town square. her powerful legs took her through the fog, a strange pull urging her forward.
there weren’t many out and about at this hour, but nyra was far from the first one to arrive. she remained on the edge of the crowd that was slowly forming as the sun rose over the horizon. there in the middle of the street lay the lifeless body of some poor supernatural creature. nyra’s hackles raised, her senses on high alert as her mind raced at what she was seeing. the fog that surrounded the town seemed to thicken further, and then she heard footsteps approaching. instinctually, the wolf crouched down defensively and let out a soft warning growl.
In the two and a half decades that Vada had lived in Portum, she hadn't seen a change in the weather so drastic. The former pirate depended on the certain predictability of this town — something her life had clearly been lacking prior to her arrival. The torrential downpour reminded her of storms on the high seas, a rush to captain a ship to safety. The corners of her lips lifted and she tilted her head back towards the skies with no fear of the rain as she thought back on those days with a fondness. But as thrilling as that life had been, she knew she would never do it again if it meant losing what she had now.
She was rain soaked. But she didn't mind. Her house was close to the shore. Soon enough, she would be warm and dry with a cup of hot tea in her hand. Or gin. Whichever struck the mood. Vada glanced across the waters now, watching as the rain was brought to an unexpected halt, replaced by a quickening fog. Vada knew storms better than anyone else. But this, she knew was... unnatural. She spotted a shadow of a figure on the docks, stepping down from her boat now. "You really shouldn't be out here. The fog...there's something wrong."
she stares blankly at the page in front of her . eyes scan the same line of text over and over again in an attempt to focus . dani wasn’t at the town square when cosima broke through the fog but she did watch the scene unfold through a nearby shop window . as much as she tries to remain optimistic , she’s shaken . she blinks and shakes her head . as if the simple action get her to stop thinking about the other’s death . her free hand absentmindedly reaches out for her takeout cup of coffee , only for her attention to shift when she realizes someone’s been talking to her . “ i’m so sorry , ” the wolf smiles sheepishly . “ did you say something ? i’ve just got a lot on my mind , i guess . ”
「 🔗 」 STATUS. ﹕ open.
「 🔗 」 LOCATION. ﹕ town square.
「 🔗 」 FEAT. ﹕ theo & your muse.
she stands in front of the makeshift memorial for cosima . it’s filled with flowers and candles . the sight that greeted them that day is fully engrained in their memory . there’s no mistaking death even from a distance . she's growing increasingly tense in anticipation of the next odd thing that’ll roll into town . it’s no way to live but what choice do they have ? theo takes a step closer to the array of flowers . some of which are fresh and some that are starting to wilt . the witch crouches down and gently waves her hands in front of the wilted flowers , watching as they slowly spring back up to its prior state . “ figured i could make the flowers last a little longer , ” she comments . “ you reckon we’ll finally get an answer to all this ? it’s not like folks can ignore this . ”
Danny didn't think anything at Portum could make the hairs on his nape stand in a shudder born out of a fear of the unknown. Why would anything bad happen in the haven that was this town, after all? And there he was, alone on the street on his daily jog, everything around him grey and blurry as he was unable to tell what time of the day it was, the dog around him thickening by the second, until he could barely see a few feet ahead of him. It was eerily quiet, apart from his footfalls and heavy breaths, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was in a dream.
And then it happened.
The familiar, though not less nauseating feeling of dread first manifesting in the back of his head, and slowly creeping forward and taking over his whole body, making him quicken his pace as he ran. He whipped his head around to check behind him, seeing nothing but the milky fog behind him following him close. He turned quickly, running to the nearest house to knock on the entrance door, desperate to see a face, any face so that he would know that he wasn't alone, not even caring about how he could've looked, panting, without his t-shirt, eyes wide in fear.
