#sorstarters

[cleosprague-blog]

Food no longer tasted nearly as good as it used to when she was human, that was among one of the things she missed about having a pulse. But it didn’t stop her from carelessly plucking a couple flowers from a nearby hanging basket that hung from the sidewalk light.

The city was weird. Quiet- and she hated to admit it, but she missed the noise and the cars, and the lights. Cleo had been thankful at first for the escape, but old habits died hard and the itch to sketch a blackness into her mind for a few hours was too much sometimes. She’d found out early on alcohol and party favors of her old life had little to no effect on her now. Blood though, did the trick. But So-Young had a few rules about leaving a bloody trail of bodies where they stayed.

In exchange for the flowers and a look from the woman behind the counter as if she knew just where Cleo had plucked them from, she picked an almond croissant out of the display case next to the cashier. Mumbling a thank you, the vampire made her exit, tucking away the pastry in her bag for her maker. Traffic funneled through the only door in the bakery as someone nearly walked into her. “Hey-- watch it-” a grumble left her lips.

[witchoftheisland-blog]

Dominique was enjoying another day by the shore, she wore her bright red bikini attempting to get a tan, it never lasted because she was too impatient and always ended up in the water but she was determined to tan for at least an hour before giving up and relaxing in the water, it didn’t work she tried to tan for about ten minutes and stood up walking towards the water, once her feet touched the water she felt incredible and dived into the water enjoy the few seconds of complete silence, when she came up she thought recognized someone in the water, swimming over to them "Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in...” Dominique realized she didn’t actually know them when they turned around, she quickly recovered with a smile. “Oops, I thought you were somebody else!”

[meas-sinclair]

The taxi back from the mainland had been long, but the release from the kills she’d made in Boston had taken some of the weight off her shoulders. Helena’s reminders that not all supernatural beings were like the witches who had raised her rang in her ears, but the voice got quieter with each kill. She had seen vampires feed from innocent humans in side streets, those had been easy to kill, reminders of the evil that made up that world hidden to most humans. She wished, in a way, that she could go back to being that naive. There was no point in wishing for the impossible though, she had known that for a long time. 

Sinclair refrained from wincing as she handed over the hefty fee to the driver, thanking him briefly as she stepped out of the car. The air of the island was fresher, the wind a little fiercer, yet cooling in the summer heat. She wouldn’t quite call Moon Island home, but it was the most familiar place to her right now. She would move on eventually, but it was where she had to be right now. 

She looked around the streets, quiet in comparison to those belonging to the city, noting a few familiar faces, some unfamiliar. Her eyes went to the cafe, one of her most visited spots on the island, the dryness in her throat becoming more apparent at the thought of a cool iced coffee. She made her way towards the cafe, moving to check her phone as she entered, not noticing the other person exiting with a takeaway cup in hand. 

[valicntcgardncr-blog]

The pressure was too much, and Cassidy found themselves spending more time in the spell room, reading, mediating, chanting for protection over their family that encompassed not only their siblings, but the coven, and all the innocents on Moon Island. They hadn’t left Helena’s side since she was discharged from the hospital, and had instructed the younger witch to stay indoors. Cassidy's over-protectiveness might have been the only tell-tale sign of their distress, though the high priest did well keeping that to themself. It was only after the storm had violently swept its way through the town, and the aftermath of fallen trees and electricity cables were handled did Cassidy leave the house, releasing their sister from her temporary house arrest.

The rain had, in some ways, swept away the ashes of Litha and replaced in its wake the gloom of foreboding clouds- masking the mood and atmosphere of the town with darkness. Even in the Town Square, there were leaves and branches still strewn from the chao as Cassidy bent down to pick up a few, feeling the power of water hug their fingertips with dampness. They closed their eyes gently before feeling a presence close by.

[pania-kamaea-blog]

Pania sat at one of the bar stools of Craters Bar, hands folded upon the surface of the bar. She hadn’t been twenty one long, and had yet to properly sample something alcoholic, but something about the bar had particularly drawn her in today. Not that she’d come prepared. ‘What will it be?’ - the bartender was watching her expectantly, but all Pania could do was lick her lips a little nervously. She hadn’t really thought about actually selecting a drink. “Uh... I- I’m not sure...” Her mind wanders, as she looks at the great expanse of bottles behind the server, desperately trying to select one. As annoyance is clear on the bartender’s face with the time she is taking, Pania steals a desperate glance to the nearest patron of the bar. Though she’d never ask of help from the stranger, her eyes show a silent plea for assistance.

[paolo-andres-blog]

When Paolo got on his car, he wasn't sure where he was going but his instinct had guided him to this town, it was like a stronger force was calling him, pulling him like gravity did with his body. He had been to so many places but none of them had made him feel the way this little town made him feel. With the first foot he placed on the ground he knew he had found the place he didn't know he was looking for, if he wanted to find a others like him this had to be the place, the smell, the tingling in his hand, yes, this was exactly where he had to be.

He walked into the nearest coffee placed he had founded, he smirked to himself, of course, the city had picked him had hot people all over the place, he studied them and decided to make some friends on the road "Excuse me, I hope I'm not bothering you, but I'm new in town and I'm not sure which tea I should I pick, any recommendation for a first timer?"

[inikolaveau]

Moon Island had a sense of home, whether it was due to Iniko's connection to Misha - the witch now in control of Iniko's body - and her erstwhile memories of a time when Misha was the one fighting side by side to the Adrasteia leader and allies, or because Iniko herself had been raised to know everything about the island through her aunt’s knowledge and experiences. It didn't matter the reasons why she adored Moon Island, despite the issues Iniko had fallen into once she accepted Misha inside of herself, Iniko and Misha could only hope for the moment Moon Island would be their town instead of Eirene's. They couldn't wait for the moment Adrasteia would reign.

And that was the reason why dull days would make the witch feel distraught by the lack of movement coming from her own coven and the other two. Moving away from Salem, her current residency town, Iniko followed to the small island, to get to know if there were any news about Eirene or Bricket Wood, to get any sort of information that could be useful for a new action coming from Adrasteia.

Her brief walk through the town made her reach the Andromeda's Alley, getting inside of the store and gazing at the person who was right in front of her. That was the interesting thing about small towns, there was no place to hide and there’s always the chance you’ll meet someone you know. “Well, look who’s here... it almost seems as if fate wanted us to meet today.” She teased, grinning at the person in front of her.

[petravery]

There were still so many things for Petra to understand about this new setting she lived in; the purpose behind everyone’s actions, the history about covens, war, species she hadn’t been around before. And yet, despite the fact there was always something bad happening in that town, some would make the choice of going out there, enjoying their night out at some random club with drinks to help them get drunk and lose inhibitions, they’d still find time to ignore everything and just have fun. She didn’t understand the reasoning behind it, because she had been taught to always be focused and prepared. However, she was trying to experience a new perspective, to learn how to think as someone else in order to get stronger, to get wiser.

And even as an outsider, barely knowing more than a few souls in town, she was out there, inside of a club where the lights were touching her skin and the song was too loud for her own taste. Maybe that was the reason why they were usually after a drink, because it was all too much.