#tenderrage-remi

[cesarlazkano]

who: @tenderrage-remi. ♡ where: Port Eerie Halloween Rave .

césar’s honed into harford bullshit tonight, so he’ll play the responsible packmate, for once. he doesn’t know much about remi, but césar happens to think he knows enough. he’s heard from both avi and yuisa that there’s been fuckery concerning the wolf and warwick, and despite his lack of attachment regarding the pack, césar does care about that. it’s some deep, possessive instinct, more than any human kind of compassion for remi’s pain. regardless of what he feels, he’s approaching them all the same when he catches them at least close enough to where the alcohol is. césar needs a drink after spending the afternoon playing uncle to a little girl that deserves far better than she’s getting, anyway. still, he purposefully joins at remi’s side. he’s not a gentle man, but in this moment, being polite does flicker across his consciousness.

“ ey, remi, ” he greets. “ how’re the docks treating you? ”

[wolftakeda]

Riley yawns for the fourth time that morning as she stares blankly at her laptop. Thank fuck she didn't need to be in court today, or otherwise, it might actually be grounds for malpractice. 'Sorry, your honor. I was actually out all night eating unsuspecting hikers who didn't know werewolves existed. How was your evening?' Somehow, Riley didn't think that excuse would fly.

The words on the document are starting to blur, and she reaches for her coffee mug, only to frown upon realizing it's empty. Riley lets it fall back on the table with a thump and lets out a disgruntled sound, purely out of her own frustration. Deciding that even the sweet nectar of caffeinated beverages wouldn't be enough to get her up, she manages to write half a paragraph before a knock interrupts her.

"Say sike, right now," she groans aloud to herself. Riley figures it's Matteo, not sure who else it would be at her door. But the smell of coffee gets her moving and she pulls open the door, surprised when her eyes keep traveling up and up until her neck feels like it's bent at a 90 degree angle. "Damn, forgot my stepstool," she deadpanned, recognizing the firefighter from a brief conversation they'd had. The scent of another werewolf in her space made Riley nervous, but Remi had more of a vibe of a gentle giant than someone who would crowd her space.

"I was ready to slam the door in your face for making me get up, but I see you brought coffee so you're forgiven. You want to come in? I'm just catching up on some work while refusing to acknowledge that 90s music is considered oldies now." / @tenderrage-remi

[ash-blythee]

( @tenderrage-remi )

It's a rare occasion when the pack leader isn't in old denim and stained flannel, flanked by his four dogs on the dusty property of Cliffsides. But here he is in a perhaps dated but clean suit, stepping over to the bar to get himself a glass of water after a few glasses of wine. But he catches eyes with someone who's too familiar to miss, even under the mask. "R...Remi." He smiles, holding up the water jug with a small nod of curiosity, as if to ask 'do you want some?'.

[huntedarte]

location: the ports time: sunset on tuesday who: @tenderrage-remi

The news of the attack on Siltshore had rippled across Port Leiry and Arte had been visibly twitchy since hearing. Even if it was witches who were attacked and carted away, instead of wolves, there was still a latent fear that sat bitter and acrid on their tongue. Most of the wolves in the city have at least passing familiarity with their story, and people have been giving them pitying looks every time they stop by. They wonder if people have been doing the same with Remi.

The sound of seagulls overlays the heavy grind of machinery from further down, and Arte looks over at their friend as their feet dangle over the edge of the dock. The water below is dark, casting some reflection from the setting sun but largely settling into an inky blackness. "Hunters attacking on witch turf is bad." That's only stating the obvious. They pull one leg up, hugging their knee to their chest and fingers brushing unconsciously over the scars that mark their face. "I thought being in a city would..." they shrug, unable to find the words to finish. Safety is an illusion, and this is a cold reminder of that. "You think they'll fight back?"