Alaric didn’t notice that anything was wrong with her face until he was already about to kiss her. He had made his move already and he couldn’t bail now, but he did feel bad when she pushed him away slightly. He didn’t want to force her into more than she wanted, so he stopped and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so forward on our first date.” He tried to fill her in on what he was trying to do without raising suspicion to his stalker. “You just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.” He leaned in for only her to hear. “Please, let me buy you breakfast. It’s the least I can do.” His eyes glanced over her shoulder to see his stalker retreating from the cafe. “I’m so sorry. I don’t usually do that.”
· · · briar creek sure held strange residents. that much sloane was sure of. she’d only been here less then a few months and it brought on more odd encounters than she’d experienced back home. shaking her thoughts from her mind, sloane noticed his gaze wavering to something or someone behind her. she gave a hum of agreement, holding back a bark of laughter at his words. she turned back around to continue her task of retrieving coffee. caching the sight of the female just before she left the cafeteria.
She had been told to steer clear of the town, ignore the investigations, ignore it all but Isabella was never very good at doing what she was told and she found herself wandering along the street and sitting down at the nearest bench. “It’s curious. Just an alpha and the Loa Queen…” she mused lightly, “Makes you curious.”
· · · sloane was restless today. she’d often experience it sometimes and the only thing that seemed to sooth her was taking a walk. almost as if the wolf in her needed it. which in theory made sense. so there she was, taking a stroll away from the crowd when she’d come across a bench that appeared to be vacant. it was peaceful. only the dull noise of people passing by. it wasn’t until someone had disturbed her silence by taking a seat on the same bench did she open her eyes. her time spent daydreaming gone. her eyebrows crinkled at the woman's words.
THE VAMPIRE HAD ALWAYS REMAINED on the fence about whether or not he actually agreed with the whole time is an illusion thing. Though, if you were to ask him right now, he might just tell you that he concurs. He’d been occupying the end of the bar for christ knows how long now. Taking a stab in the dark, he’d assume hours had passed ; though after kicking around for centuries, time truly did lose all sense of its construct. Motioning toward the bartender, another bourbon was slid his way and his calloused digits were encircling the tumbler. Callan liked to pride himself on his rather prickly demeanour. After all, it had been his weapon against others for a hell of a long time now. The stoic, aggrieved expression he wore like a trademark always managed to successfully deter others. With the exception of right now, it seemed. As the figure became discernible in his peripheral, the male turned to cast a glance toward his current company. “ You look as rough as I feel, ” he remarked before taking a generous sip of his drink, welcoming the sharp burn that lined the back of his throat.
· · · it had been a long day for the shewolf. she had stepped into town, running around to gather supplies to fix up the old rundown place she now called home. it wasn’t in the best of shape but it sure was dirt cheap, something she could afford for the time being. plus it had given her something to do. however the need for a bitter glass of whiskey had won her over when the scent of alcohol had filled her nose.
she was dressed in casually clothing, an oversized sweater, ripped jeans, and stained boots. a sight to behold to some. so it came at no surprise to sloane when someone had mentioned her current state. she was sure she’d look rough around the edges.
Alaric ducked into a shop, trying to get away from a rogue patient. She made it known to find him attractive and fully believed he was a stripper. No real doctor would have the last name of Haught and not be married already. Now, she practically stalked him, hounding him for dates and letting her hands wander. It was inappropriate but he didn’t have the heart to take action against the poor woman. Instead, he was forced to try to avoid the woman and even fibbed by telling her that he was on his way to meet a new dating prospect after their appointment so he couldn’t possibly take her to lunch. He had no date, but the woman was following him, trying to get a peek at the lucky gal.
He found himself racing her as he tapped someone before quickly muttering, “I promise that I’ll explain after and I’ll let you slap me if you want to but this woman is stalking me and I really need her to think you’re my date. I’m so sorry.” Before another word, he noticed the woman stepping into the cafe so he kissed the other, hoping they would at least play along long enough to satisfy the patient’s curiosities.
· · · it wasn’t mandetory in sloane’s eyes but she entertained her coworkers worry about the condition of her eye. at most the scarring had healed; but her vision in the left was still gone. it’s why she found herself driving to the hospital. it didn’t take her long to find the ophthalmologist’s office. nor did it take long in confirming what she already knew. it was a lost cause. however the news still stung. before she realized she had been following the smell of coffee, her mind far away from reality. it was a normal occurrence lately, too stuck on the past.
she quickly shook her head, freeing herself of the thoughts. reaching for a cup, she made an attempt at pouring some for the drive back home before a presence had disturbed her personal space by a touch of the shoulder. turning, she was met with the sight of a male, a werewolf. one she was not familiar with. she’d only caught the end of his whisper before she felt his lips upon hers. startled, sloane froze in her spot. only pushing him away ever so slightly. she was definitely caught off guard.
❝ i have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends. ❞
❛❛ aesthetic . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― blood and tears soak the face of a girl lost & alone. fear does not grasp the heart of a woman who holds her own fate. full moon upon pale skin that shifts to fur as a strong howl pierces the night. she is one with the beast inside. ― ✎penned by bee .
BASIC ▸
full name: sloane irene walsh
age: thirty-one
date of birth: october 7th
occupation: bartender/waitress at creek’s bar & grill
species: werewolf
language(s) spoken: english & gaelic
hair color: brown
eye color: one green & one clouded over (left)
notable scars or tattoos: a long jagged scar across her left eye. a few other scars on her arms from fighting others.
INTERIOR ▸
2 positive traits: allocentric & honest
2 negative traits: hotheaded & stubborn
likes: red wine or whiskey, naps, hiking, running, being a green thumb, baking & cooking.
dislikes: over crowded places & loud people.
habits: being reclusive in nature, fidgeting, lip biting.
FAMILY ▸
father: arthur walsh
mother: lottie walsh
siblings: one brother & one sister
BIO ▸ trigger warning: mention of (attempted rape & incest) all attempted.
sloane irene walsh was born to two irish immigrants by the names of arthur & lottie walsh.
before sloane or her siblings were born, her parents moved from irlenad to america; thanks to a letter they had received from her uncle, who was the new alpha of a pack located in alaska.
it was there that they settled into a new life and begun a family. first sloane’s brother was born, then sloane herself, and lastly her sister. all only a few short years apart.
the pack was pretty close doing most things as a group.
life was ordinary for sloane and not much had changed within the pack over the years but as sloane got older she soon realized she didn’t agree with how her uncle ran things. nor did she like his morals.
he was a selfish, evil man who knew how to weasel his way into getting what he wanted. so many had fallen to his every whim, but not sloane. she wasn’t naive, nor was she scared of the man.
it took one incident for her to run away from everything she knew. her uncle had forced himself on her but sloane’s will to not fall pray had out-won his advances.
she had fought him off as best as she could but she took a hard hit to the eye, resulting in the lose of her vision.
her parents didn’t believe a word she spoke and instead had taken the side of her uncle. he had forced her to leave, exiling her from the pack and forbidding her family to speak to her.
that was a few years ago and sloane has been on her own since. her eye healed but her vision on the left eye is still gone. and now she sports a long jagged scar.
she can appear mean but deep down sloane’s a softie. she just doesn’t trust easily anymore; especially with her being on her own these days.
suppose the supernatural force pulled her into briar creek. not one to permanently set home (preferring the life of a traveler), sloane has made with what she can. she took up a job working as a bartender and a waitress for creek’s bar & grill. she doesn’t like the loud & big crowds but she needs to get by for the time being. being that she’s stuck here.
she doesn’t know much about what’s going on, preferring to keep to herself but working with a loud and rowdy bunch can fill you in on the town’s gossip.
“To run with the wolf was to run in the SHADOWS,
the dark ray of life, s u r v i v a l and instinct.
A fierceness that was both proud and lonely,
a tearing, a h o w l i n g, a hunger and thirst.
A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming,
that wouldn’t stop until the last breath had been
wrung from its body.”
