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[alpha-wolf-jayden-blog]

Jayden laughed as he watches his pit bull and husky bolt right into that water as he stood on the beach. “Jeez you two. Is it possible for you to make my life not difficult."

[thecurious-troymaddox-blog]

Feeling better again

Lots of chicken soup and a weekend in the forest and crackers with ginger ale does wonders.

[alpha-wolf-jayden-blog]

Full moon ||Open

It was a nice night at least. That’s all Jayden could think about as he walked though the forest with a bag in his mouth. The one thing that sucked about transform was transforming back naked. He learned over the years to pack a bag and leave it somewhere till dawn. The large reddish wolf dropped the bag in some bushes before bolting deeper into the woods. His urge to hunt and kill was stronger on full moons.

[alpha-wolf-jayden-blog]

“My day started with Ryker stepping on my remote and I got jolted awake by Renga’s psychotic laughter blasting through my telly.” he laughed. “How bout yours?”

[brenton-york-blog]

Brent stood watching as people slipped by. He knew most of them if not all had no idea what the fuck he was and for that he was grateful. Looking down at the knife he had tattooed on his skin he smirked as he rubbed it before going back to the people watching.  He hated humans, he really did. After two hundred years on earth he found their kind to be good for one thing and one thing only. Blood. Pushing off the wall he blended in with the small crowd of people trying to catch their scent to see if they were good enough to eat when he bumped into someone. “Watch where you’re going mate.” He growled as he fixed his hair.

[philipduffy-blog]

The waves were crashing pretty hard tonight, even for a bright clear night there were few people on the beach. It was still early, probably like eleven. Ish? Philip floated on his back, looking up at the moon and stars. Nearly full, no wonder the ocean was so rough. Of course that meant the Wolves were feeling the restless. He’d be sure to stick to the shore the next few days. 

There weren’t a ton, the pack was probably the same size of the clan. Philip couldn’t name all the names, but living in a small town your whole life you learn a lot of secrets. His grandmother used to go on and on with old stories about werewolves and vampires and Other things. Made sense, they couldn’t be the only otherworldly things out there. He never really bought into though, til freshman year when his best friend came crying to him. Stammered through a tear filled explanation about how he was a werewolf and had changed during the full moon the night before and accidentally killed a person. Young and stupid, Philip agreed with help the kid dispose of the body. He spilled his secret as well, and drug the body far out to sea where the sharks would take care of it. 

He shook the memory off. It wasn’t something he was proud of. His friend had long skipped town, being shunned by the pack. He was visited by the Alpha, thanked for keeping their secret, and told to keep his fins out of Wolf business. Scary shit. Grams was pissed. He shook his head, diving around into the next wave and swimming down deep. He reached the ocean floor and started to swim up the shelf towards the shore. The started to become shallow and he surfaced, paddling his way until he could walk. 

He found his duffle bag, pulling a pair of swim trunks on. He hated swimming in clothes, but this wasn’t a nude beach and people tended to frown on skinny dipping. Luckily the beach had been empty tonight. He threw himself down in the sand, pulling out a water bottle and a bag of chips, and leaned back on his bag to star gaze as he dried off. 

[lottiemccool]

New in town

Outfit

She’d heard rumors about the little town. Walking around now it seemed they were true. She could smell the Others, even passed a few as she moved along the pier. It was a charming place; more importantly, less iron than some of the larger cities that had risen in the past centuries. Next to the sea, it would all rust anyways.

It was bonnie. She wondered which court held sway in the area, and who’d she’d have to sweet talk to get out of paying the tithe. Not that it could be so grand: the Summer court was gentle, and the Winter court was soft. She wondered if she should be so hard, really; times had changed for everyone. Gone were the days when even the Faerie courts demanded Mortal souls for tribute. Did she miss it? Her own cotillion at court had called for a tithe-ing, and it was quite a party Her Grace threw her and the other young ladies. 

Perhaps it was for the best that the Courts no longer collected Human souls. The majority of these modern Humans were, in her own opinion, fat and daft. Few believed in Faeries and magic any more. Their logic compromised their instincts. They are not Pixie-lead any more, they’re simply kidnapped and presumed murdered. The least these simple creatures could do was keep the poetry of it all. 

She was pulled out of her musing by a splash in the water. She raised her brow curiously, watching the creature dive out of view. Mermaids? This place really had everything. Of course, if a clan made its home here, no doubt there’d be vampires. Fashious. But, with those ever hungry things about, there certainly would be some bonnie chaos in the air. Maybe she would hang around. What better did she have to do anyways?