may the force

It is ahead. Olivia, 21, learning

[wolfliviia-a]

Name: Olivia Rivera Occupation: Dog walker Age: 21 Sexuality: Lesbian Species: Werewolf Clan/Pack/Coven?: Warwick Hometown: Chicago Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Altruistic / Genuine / Affable Insecure / Self-Indulgent / Restless

Biography

Olivia never had a home.

All she ever knew about her birth family was that they were gone. Fleeing or dead or caught up with something entirely too scary to even think about.

She became a system kid, jumping from foster family to foster family, hoping that maybe that would be the one she wouldn't have to move from. When she was lucky, she stayed with a family for a little more than an year — most of the time it was a couple of months, a few weeks maybe.

Olivia was always thankful for the people who took her in, to be very clear. ...but she also couldn't help but want more. Something inside her craved connection, to feel like she actually belonged somewhere, with people that loved her and wanted her to stay.

She almost got lucky once. She had a foster brother and parents who genuinely seemed to welcome her. She almost felt at home by the first time she turned.

Naturally, Olivia had no idea what was happening; being a born-werewolf without any connection with her birth family meant that she didn't even knew werewolves were real, much less that she was one.

All it took was one full moon for her to destroy her foster home and almost kill her brother.

After that Olivia did all she could to understand her true nature — though that was much easier said and done. For a while she wondered if she was the only one. Special. It'd only make sense considering the insanity of it all.

And for years that seemed to be the most likely explanation as she failed to find another werewolf, much less a pack to take her in. Instead she hid her secret, found ways to never have company during full moons to keep others safe, isolating herself further and further.

It was only in her 21st birthday that she caught wind of other werewolves — or rather catch the scent. Completely at random, a stranger in the street. They talked for hours about their experiences until a word caught her attention. Warwick.

That word was engraved in the only piece of jewelry that her mother had left her; she always assumed that might've been her father's or grandfather's name but now it was clear — that was her pack, that was the group she belonged to.

Olivia didn't think twice about it. Not a week after the random encounter with the werewolf she was packing everything she owned and traveling westward for her new home: Port Liery.

Connections

Roomie - Olivia cannot afford a place to stay by herself. Any species welcome, must be ok with wet dog hair smell.

Geeks & Freaks - Olivia is a nerd and loud about it, give her nerd friends.

Foster brother - Probably turned by her during her first shift, they didn't keep touch after that but he managed to track her down.

[photoaria]

"No, I - trust me, it's all on me, I know that. I fucked up with both of you." She lets out a breath she doesn't need, and tries to remember the rest of what she wanted to say so they don't need to linger here much longer. Aria feels bad for her, being thrust into this situation by her without so much as a say or anything. As much fun as that night had been -- it also made things much clearer for her.

"I'm not saying like right now or even anytime soon, but if you wanna ever try and hang out some time, strictly platonic, I'd be cool with that. I did have a good time talking with you." Aria tries for a smile. "I still kinda wanna know what that Star Wars stuff you were talking about is."

She looks up, then, to take a step back and her smile tightens up a bit. Autumn's on her way with the drinks. With anyone else, Aria would slink an arm around her waist, but she doesn't and just takes her glass with a soft thanks. "I was just apologizing to Olivia - did you two.. talk?"

@autumnshowell

[autumnshowell]

By the time she realizies who Aria's talking to, its like, ten seconds too late to stop or dip into a crowd or otherwise avoid what would be an obvious ditch. She feels a stitch in her chest and her tongue runs itself over the broken tooth in the back of her mouth and she thinks of things like asphalt and blood and teeth and words like anger and sorrow.

She swallows something invisible and it doesn't go down easy as she closes the gap, passing Aria her drink, and finally letting herself look at the other girl. "Hello."

To Aria again. "No, we uhm, haven't." Back to Olivia.

"I'm uh..." She shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I don't have an excuse, I'm just sorry." There's a red flush on her face and its not for the reason it usually sits there. "If there's... I guess... anything I can do... I'm... I'm just sorry. It's fine if that's not enough."

She wonders, looking around idly for a moment, if there's a cannon nearby that she can slip into and aim at the sun.

- @wolfliviia

[wolfliviia-a]

There was no place on Earth that Olivia would rather be in that moment than in her bed, under covers, hiding from the world. Objectively, she knew that the apology was a good thing, and that it was hard for Aria to put herself in that position, and she was sympathetic to that, but every word was another sting.

Olivia wondered for a second if she could ever take up on Aria's offer. She should. She wanted friends, and they got along well that night. Besides, it's not like she'd been in love with the girl or anything, it was just one fun night together. In retrospect, it was silly that all of it caused her so much hurt in the first place. She could be a grown up. And, hey, lesbians do this all the time, right? Queer friendship circles are always like this eventually. She could definitely do this.

And then Autumn shows up, and with it the realization that they're still happy together, while she continues to be alone. Yeah, no, she can't do this, she needs more time.

Olivia forces a smile, then immediately hides it behind a glass, hoping the alcohol would take way this nagging feeling on her throat - a mix of embarrassment and jealousy and a desperate need to scream. She nods along for a moment before downing her drink and finally opening her mouth again, "Oh, please, yeah, totally, it's fine. Bridge, water under it." Olivia had no idea if she sounded convincing at all or not, but it was the best she had to offer. "I'm sorry too, about the things I said during the... ya know. It wasn't my best moment."

Another silent moment, another sip of her drink. "But yeah, I would love to hang out one of these days. As friends," a quick glance at Autumn, "hopefully. I do have to stop by Retrocity one of these days, so maybe I'll see you there?" Just how soon that would happen, Olivia would rather not mention, but still, she was trying. Baby steps. Now to the hardest part. "It's nice to see you two together. I'm glad you guys figured things out. You seem, uh... you seem pretty great together."

@photoaria

[huntedarte]

Arte carefully smooths their palms down the front of their suit jacket for the third time in five minutes, in case a stain has miraculously appeared in the last twenty-seven seconds. But there's nothing other than some slight wrinkling from how often they keep trying to straighten themself and seem like the leader the pack needed them to be. The suit could only do so much, and the unfortunate thing about wearing red (they've learned this works with their hair too) is that the color stands out. Twice already, people have come up to them to compliment them, since the suit was doing exactly what it was supposed to do in drawing attention, but Arte was having a hard time matching their personality to the image they presented. They tried not to flinch when yet another wolf approaches them. This one looks friendly though, and her words help to loosen some of the tension, at least from their throat. They clear their throat and count to three in their head like someone had mentioned offhand as advice, in order not to seem to overeager and also to give them a chance to think about their words a little bit.

"Hi," they say finally, proud that their voice isn't shaking. "I'm-" They count again. "I'm a little freaked out," they admit with a slow nod, keeping their voice low even though probably most of the room could hear them if they wanted to. Another three beats. "There's a... big meeting later. It sounds um, important?" One. Two. Three. "I'm Arte," they finally remember, and quickly shuffle their drink to their free hand to hold it out. "You um-" Shit, they didn't count. "You l-look, look really n-nice too."

[wolfliviia-a]

Big meeting? She didn't hear anything about a meeting. Though, to be fair, it's not like she was anyone important enough to be in something like that. ...Was Arte important? It didn't look like it. I mean, they looked good in the suit, but the vibe wasn't there. Olivia marked that mentally as a good thing. "I'm sure you're gonna do great. I haven't been to big meetings or anything but based on everything I've seen in movies, all you gotta do is act like you belong and be yourself. Everyone likes it when people are genuine." Olivia wasn't sure if that was entirely accurate, but it worked for Jennifer Garner is 13 Going on 30, so.

"Olivia. I kinda want to say I've seen you around, but I don't know if I have, I'm new to the city" She smiled when Arte complimented her, and gave her dress a quick twirl, "thanks. Honestly I almost didn't come but my pack got together and got me this super nice dress, so I kinda owed it them." Okay, cool, they were talking. Now how is she going to drop the hint that she's gay and they can trust her? "My goal tonight is to impress some girls. I mean, not any specific set of girls, any girl — well, not any girl, single girls my age. Not that I have anything against age difference, I'd be down---" a defeated sigh, "I'm gay."

[photoaria]

Aria's eyes narrowed at the sniff and the questioning. It would be kind of funny, but she also catches the way Olivia looks behind her and grimaces. "Yeah, she's here. She's.. getting drinks." God, this is just so fucking awkward, but there's so much to say - she thinks, at least.

"Well." She reaches up and rubs the bridge of her nose with her thumb, a light blush dusting her cheeks. "You thought I was human?" Her head tilts, wondering just how new Olivia is to all of this. "No, no- I'm, no. I'm a vampire." A quick gesture to her teeth, which she keeps hidden lest someone thinks the worst of the situation.

"..None of that's -- Okay, look, I just wanted to apologize. I should have told you what was up, and I should have told her what was up, but I didn't expect it to turn out the way it did. I know it's.. I know it's fucking humiliating."

[wolfliviia-a]

Olivia blushes immediately when Aria mentions Autumn. It's not a surprise they are together — Olivia still stalks both of their Instagrams at least once a day just in case — but hearing from Aria's mouth, and letting her know she's still worried about Autumn still feels incredibly humiliating. She wanted nothing more than to move on from all this and pretend like nothing happened but the look on Aria's face told her she was about to get the opposite of that.

"Vampire, right," she nodded with a feigned casual tone. It's just more stuff she didn't no, and God, she feels so small. She's always the last one to know, always the odd one out. She wants to run and hide and feel sorry for herself for being so stupid, but Aria is standing in front of her.

Olivia couldn't look at the vampire while she spoke, and instead stared at the beautiful floor at the Port Liery Center for the Arts. "Yeah, uh, humiliating is right." What was she even supposed to say? That it was fine? Water under the bridge? How dare she choose Autumn over her? Aria and her were just a one night stand, anyway, Olivia didn't matter. "I, uh, appreciate the apology. Not gonna lie, I really wish you told me everything before we, uh..." she shakes her head. "Whatever. It wasn't all your fault, but thank you."

[photoaria]

Her fingers tap out a pattern on the stem of her glass, as she looks around. It's a little much, knowing that she belongs to a clan now, and still so unsure of what that means. Aria's worried, but when is she not? Blood is flowing freely - in specific spaces - but the smell of it on the food and in the drinks and some even in still healing wounds makes her nostrils flare and her hands shake.

She downs half of the glass in one gulp, keeps her gaze bouncing from person to person until she spots someone familiar. A wave of shame and regret washes over her, and there goes the last of the wine. Sniffing, she maneuvers through the crowd to Olivia.

"Hey." It's a stupid way to start, but she can't think of anything else. "Can we talk?" / @wolfliviia

[wolfliviia-a]

It was a weird event to be at. Knowing that almost everyone there was a supernatural creature had an almost voyeuristic effect to the whole thing — like she was taking a peek at their most well kept secret. Of course that wasn't necessarily the case; a lot of Warwick werewolves didn't exactly hide their nature and Olivia was sure the same was the case for many people there, but it still felt like taking a peek behind the curtain. It was not unlike the first time she was at a queer club, casually looking at the audience to see if she saw anyone she recognized from her civilian life. No such luck, though. They were all strangers. Until...

"Oh, hi!" Olivia jumped a little when Aria approached her, needing to take a second to realize it was really her. Part of her wanted to run away and avoid the humiliation of reliving everything she went through after their encounter, but she just couldn't do that — it'd be rude, and though she maybe should reconsider that, Olivia didn't do rude. "Yeah, we can talk," she replied with a shaky smile, eyes wandering behind Aria's shoulder to see if the girl was alone or not. Then it hit her- "Wait, what are you doing here?" A sniff, "You're not a wolf."

[wolfliviia-a]

Most of Olivia's time so far at the gala has been spent practicing conversations in her head that never end up becoming reality and eavesdropping on other people having a much better time her — though she wasn't sure she could be blamed for that, given how loud these people were and the whole super hearing thing she had going on. Still, Olivia had accomplished virtually nothing, and well, it felt bad. She didn't have a lot of options either; she had promised herself not to hit on any girl (the Aria fiasco was still too fresh in her mind), she didn't know anything about politics, and there was always the chance that talking to the wrong person meant getting herself or her entire pack in a whole lot of trouble. It was starting to feel like she should've stayed at home. Or maybe she just needed some air. With a sigh, Olivia made her way outside, took a couple of distracted steps and THUD - gone was her virgin cuba libre as it crashed on the floor after she unceremoniously ran into someone. "Shoot, I'm so sorry, that's totally on me. Are you okay? I really didn't mean to- I should've smelled- Ugh. You're not hurt are you?" / @bainesalthea

[wolfliviia-a]

The rest of her pack dispersed almost as soon as they arrived — all of them with their own friends and dates — and Olivia, well, she was there. Scared out of her mind and left alone to face the gala all by herself. Can't be too bad, right? That was just a party. With vampires and witches and hunters and vampires. She kept hearing it was all political and everyone was going to play nice but Olivia had seen enough Vampire Diaries to know this is not how these things work. She didn't have an option, though, best thing she could do right now is find a friend, get some distraction and hope everything went smoothly. She wandered around the ball room, considering how best would it be to approach a stranger in that setting. Was it rude to ask someone if they were dead? Olivia was about to give up and sit alone with her drink when she spotted someone interesting — definitely queer, judging by their outfit, and, a sniff, definitely a werewolf. Finally, a friend. "Are you just as freaked out as I am? Social settings aren't really my thing. Much less with other, uh, species," that last word comes out as barely whisper. "I'm Olivia, by the way. Hope I'm not intruding. I just saw you and thought you looked ga- cool. I thought you looked cool." / @huntedarte

[wolfliviia-a]

OLIVIA RIVERA — THE CONCLAVE GALA

Olivia arrives without a date, but following closely the other members of her pack. She has never been to any event as fancy as this one and hadn't 'pitched in to rent her a dress she wouldn't have anything to wear. This is also the first time Olivia is forced to confront the fact that vampires, witches and hunters are actually real, and not an elaborate prank her new friends have tried to pull on her for the past several weeks. It is needless to say, she's freaking the f out.

[photoaria]

Aria gets that - it helps that most of what she wants to spend money on lately is apparently things she already owns. Camera equipment to practice with, books that she can literally just find downstairs or ones already on her shelves. "It'll be cool to see you around when you manage to make it in, at least."

Talking to her is easy, she realizes, because there's no baggage here. It was a fun night, and now they're just.. chatting. She doesn't need to worry about pretending to be someone she's not, or someone pointing out all the ways in which she's different than how she used to be.

"Hey, I get it. Stories are a big thing - and it's cool you have someone in media to look up to. I tend to escape in.. awful shit, I guess." A shrug, then, while shaking her head. She takes the photos, then sends them off to Olivia's phone while continuing to speak, "Horror, I mean. Books more than movies, but.." Oh, she can't mention Autumn. Fuck. "Someone's been trying to educate me on the error of my ways there."

She looks up a bit surprised, though. "Oh. Thanks. Really. It's not a problem, really, but I'll look forward to whatever you have in mind."

[wolfliviia-a]

"Well, now I do have another reason to go in, so you might be seeing me there, yeah," she said coyly. Olivia wasn't sure if that night would result in anything other than just that one night, not even a friendship... but she was having fun with Aria, and it looked like Aria was having fun with her too, so she had to imagine that maybe there was a chance that something could happen. Maybe this time she'd get lucky and find her special someone.

Olivia squints a little to herself, listening to Aria talk about her experiences, "I don't know if I would call that an error. I mean, you like what you like, right?" she shrugged. Of course there was a lot she didn't know about Aria or the friend supposedly educating her, but she felt the need to speak up anyway. "There's also a lot to be said about interest in dark material being related to trauma or personal history and overcoming it someway and exploring it in a safe way, so I think that's pretty cool too. I mean, I'm a scaredy-cat, but I like it in concept."

She knew the night was almost over. At any minute now Aria would enter some building and wish her a good night and that may or may not be the end of it, but Olivia tried not to worry too much, despite that nagging little pain in her heart at the thought of it. Whatever is supposed to happen next will happen, but at least she'd still have that night.

[mangemaw]

Yui's eyes narrow down, look her over, and her features knit up into a concerned frown. Lets her have a moment or so to cry. Sometimes she does remind her of Esme, and while Yui tries not to let sentimentality cover things, there's a sort of weight to that that she can't really deny.

When the details start coming out though, Yuisa can't help but shake her head and let out a quite snort of a laugh. "Nooo." She laughs again. "You think?" She leans back, readjusting where she's perched on the edge of her work desk. "Well that sounds like it wasn't your fuckup then, eh?"

Yui's face darkens, but only for a moment. Bit her? She has to assume this was all on two legs, not on four, but she makes space in her mind and notes to bring that up.

"Lemme look at you." She says, grabbing up Olivia's face by the chin, gently, but firmly. "You know a name or anything?" She says, turning her face this way and that. She'll likely be fine by tomorrow, nothing looks like it needs stitches or anything else. Her thumb strokes under a cut on her cheek. "This might scar up. Make you look cool, yeah?"

She clicks her tongue at the apology, shakes her head. "Outta here with this sorry shit, you think I've never got my ass beat? I hav... I had brothers growing up, got my head kickstarted a few times too. Life ain't all wins."

Another moment and she lets Olivia's chin go, and then a thought occurs. "You know'f she's like us? Said you lost, ain't many normies out there gonna lose to one of us in a fist fight." Only so many answers here.

[wolfliviia-a]

Yuisa's laughter makes Olivia open a shy smile in between sniffs and shook her head at herself, "I should've known better. My love life... well, it never goes well and that was too easy, I should've known it wasn't that simple." There was a small part of her that tried to convince her that she was more of a victim than anything else, but Olivia's self-loathing spoke louder than anything else at that moment. "I just wanted to have fun. Never crossed my mind to ask her if she had a girlfriend."

As her Alpha continued to check her wounds and take care of her, Olivia becomes very aware that she doesn't remember anyone ever doing that for her before. Maybe her parents took her of her before she died, maybe someone in the foster system cared for her, but she never had any memories of that. She knows then and there she's always going to be thankful for what Yuisa's doing for her.

"Autumn, I think. I saw her and Aria on Instagram together, but I don't really know her." That doesn't feel right. After the fight Olivia feels like she knows quite a bit about the other girl, even though most of it is just how her fist feels against her face. It was a rather intimate fight, though, so maybe she did learn a thing or two about her.

She brought her fingers to her own wounds, wincing a little at the contact. "Oh, I thought- the healing..." Maybe she could pull off the scarred look, but she had to admit she was worried. Olivia was much more vain than she let on and she was quite a fan of her own face. It was silly now, looking back, thinking that being a werewolf would make her immune to something like this.

"Honestly? No, I didn't. You look untouchable to me." she looked down again, trying to swallow her own tears, maybe start to move on from what happened, though she knew very well that this would be much easier said than done. "...I just wish I won once, you know? Why am I always the one getting screwed over?"

Olivia sits up and nods confidently; it was her chance to prove that she did at least something right, that she was getting better as a werewolf despite everything. "She's a werewolf. I smelled it on her before she even hit me. I'm sure of it." She takes a moment to consider if she should share more before she spoke again, "...I called her a mutt during the fight and she didn't say anything? So I think someone bit her."

[aviofruin]

Avi invites her to smell past the cologne on his clothes, to catch the scent of a fellow wolf, and she...either does and simply does not care to address it, or is the poorest excuse for a werewolf he's ever met. Avi goes with the latter, if only because it checks out with everything else this girl has going on.

"I'll take your word for it, but come on, where's your gaydar? Do I look like I'd go to any bar that isn't of the fruit variety?"

She mentions Yuisa, and the fake grin on his face tightens. He can use this, he reminds himself. If the dice fall just the right way, he can use this. Kinda badass, his ass, and while he's able to fight off the eye roll, he's having trouble with everything else.

"Right, yeah, that all sounds lovely." Couldn't sound more disinterested if he tried. Cut to the chase. "Do you not know how to sniff out another of your kind?" It comes out a little judgemental, a lot exasperated.

[wolfliviia-a]

The world stops when the guy mentions sniffing out one of her kind. There's a small chance he meant gay people based on where their conversation was going, but Olivia knows deep in her gut that this is not what he meant. He's a werewolf. She was face to face with another werewolf and she had no idea.

"No, I-," she stammers for a second before continuing, "I was adopted by, uh, humans. I didn't know that I could sniff out anyone. There's a lot that I'm still learning." Olivia feels... inadequate. Terribly so. It's not the first time like she's felt like a lesser werewolf and this is doing nothing to help. She cursed destiny again for taking her parents away from her. What kind of werewolf she could have been if they had been alive to teach her?

The urge to sniff him is stronger than she can handle, and as soon as she does it, she feels it, a smell that is both new and incredibly familiar. She was going to pay more attention to it now. "Oh, I see. Thank you for your help, by the way," she gives him an awkward smile. "But hey, you're one of us! That's cool. Erm. Do you have a pack or anything? Do you want me to introduce you to Yuisa? She's pretty cool, I'm sure she'd take you in if you need it."

[wolfliviia-a]

⚡️what would you have done if yuisa refused you?

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

I try not to think about it, but I'm not sure... what do werewolves do when they don't have a pack? Find another one? I'd probably leave Port Liery, though, I think. There's nothing for me here outside of Warwick and it'd hurt too much.

[wolfliviia-a]

⚡️- do you really think yuisa cares about you or are you just impressionable and easy to manipulate?

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

I know it doesn't super helps my case, but those things aren't necessarily mutually exclusive. Yes, I can be impressionable and people have used it against me before, but I genuinely think Yuisa cares about me, and I care about her. I wouldn't wish any other Alpha in the world.

[wolfliviia-a]

⚡️would you forgive them?

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

That is a very complicated answer with many moving parts and I don't know if a simple yes or no can cover even half of it. That's code for I don't know.

[wonderful-rp-resources]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

Please specify the muse for multimuse blogs.

[wolfliviia-a]

[ OLIVIA ] [ JAMIE ] [ KINGSLEY ] [ NATALIYA ] [ JEANETTE ]

[mangemaw]

She's gotten… something of an explanation from Arleen, not much.

Enough to know something happened.

She steps into the Portside, moves through the evening crowd, behind the bar. She leaves her 'day' job At half past two, goes home, takes a shower, and then tends her father's old haunt until it closes. This has been her routine for years now.

Today she's late arriving, settling some business or another with Anish, otherwise it would have been her who'd have gone to scrape a cub off of the pavement. As it stands, well, Arleen had sorted it.

She steps through the door of the Portside's kitchen, and into the office, and looks at Olivia from the doorway, peels her jacket off and hangs it on the door after closing it behind her.

She looks rough. Very rough, all balled up and small on the ratty old bench that's been in this office longer than either of them have been on this Earth. She remembers a dozen different occasions she's been sitting on that bench, pouting, or crying, or being otherwise unenthused. She steps through, and around, and sits down on the edge of the desk, folding her arms and looking down her nose at Olivia.

"Why're you all balled up like that pequeña? Your back broke? Sit up. "

When Olivia does, Yuisa leans in, inspects the work-over on her face. Her face, hard as it is, softens a bit at the fearful look on her face, coupled by the quiet, mouseful peep of her voice the moment prior.

There's, at first, a furrow on her brow, like she's angry - which she is - but then she softens; her hand reaches out - gently - and she brushes hair out of Olivia's face to get a better look.

"What happened?"

[wolfliviia-a]

Olivia isn't quite sure what to expect, she just expects something bad. Maybe some stern looks, a lecture on how she failed her pack, how the wolf is not strong enough or worthy enough, a disappointed admission that she didn't have what it took to be one of them. She'd pictured almost every possible scenario in her head from the moment she woke up, except that.

Yuisa is gentle, and Olivia needs a moment to recognize it, and to accept it. She'd convinced herself she deserved a punishment, not this, and the moment it starts to sink in, she cries. It's a shy cry — it physically hurts too much to do anything more — but her eyes burn all the same and tears fall. Olivia shakes her head and takes a deep breath; getting a word out is a struggle.

"Some girl jumped me on my way to work. I... I think I slept with her girlfriend," there's the tiniest smile on her face at the last bit, as if it was something to be proud of. Olivia isn't sure if it is when she thinks about it, but she still wants to impress Yuisa, she wants her to think she's cool, like the type of girl who knows how to make people want her, regardless of how obviously untrue that is. "...it was an accident. I didn't know, I didn't even know she had a girlfriend in the first place, I-"

Unimportant. Probably the last thing anyone wants to hear about is her love life drama, and she looks down at her injuries to move on front it. "We started fighting, and I thought I was doing good. I really hurt her too, I bit her and everything, I just... I don't know if I hit my head or if I got too tired but I passed out and I think I lost."

Olivia curls up again, wiping a tear with the back of her sleeve. She hasn't looked directly to Yuisa since she started talking, afraid to find out what her own reaction would be if she did. "I really wanted to show her how strong I am. And how strong we are. I wanted to make you proud," she shakes her head again. "Sorry. I'm just... sorry."

[wolfliviia-a]

who: @mangemaw where: warwick hq

Olivia felt broken — physically, most of all, considering her face had been rearranged, she was covered in bruises and blood, and maybe half of her fingers felt broken. But she didn't care about that, she was a werewolf, she was going to heal and be fine. What bothered Olivia the most was how broken she felt on the inside.

She was doing so well since she got to Port Liery, she was happy, she found a family, everything was going in the right direction... and then seemingly all went away with one fight. She wasn't the strong werewolf she thought she was. The girl she hit on had someone else. Her pack was about to see what a failure she was. Everything's crumbling.

Olivia was lucky that Arleen had use her influence to get her back to the others safely after passing out in the street, and she was thankful for that, but that meant now everyone knew what happened — or was about to find out. Her sense of smell was still gone, but at this point Olivia could recognize Yuisa by the sound of her boots. She winced in her spot at the thought of her alpha's reaction when she opened the door and saw what she looked like.

She was curled up, knees against her chest and sitting with her back facing the door, hiding from the world for just that extra second if she could. Then the door swings open, and the heavy boots gets closer and she hides a little more against her tiny body before muttering through busted lips, "...'m sorry."