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Willow Octavia Sanders

"Why are you talking to me?"

1186 views · last seen in Cherry Blossom, Virginia
a character in “Cherry Blossom's War”, as played by Scar.-

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N A M E
W I L L O W - O C T A V I A - S A N D E R S

N I C K N A M E S
W I L L
T A V I A
A L P H A


P H Y S I C A L - A G E
2 6

S O U L - A G E
1 0 7

G E N D E R
F E M A L E

S P E C I E S
W E R E W O L F

S E X U A L I T Y
H E T E R O S E X U A L

S O N G S
B L A C K - B E T T Y || R A M - J A M
C A S T L E || H A L S E Y
S E R I A L - K I L L E R || L A N A - D E L - R E Y

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H E I G H T
5 ' 6 "

W E I G H T
1 3 O l b s

S K I N
P A L E - I V O R Y

E Y E S
I C E - B L U E

H A I R
L O N G - B L O N D E
L E F T - S I D E - S H A V E D


M A R K I N G S
T A T T O O S

S C A R S
  • "X" like mark upper left part of chest
  • Scratches along right ribcage
  • 5in long line across lower abdomen
  • Bullet like scar under right collar bone, and back of right shoulder
  • Fang scar on left side of neck
  • Over 5 slashes 1in long in center of back and chest

N O R M A L - A T T I R E
Leather jacket
Ripped skinny jeans
Combat boots or heels
Sunglasses, usually aviators
Band t-shirt or a sexy top




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Will is definitely not your average girl next door by any standards but she is the center of a lot of talk in Cherry Blossom. Definitely not afraid to move to the beat of her own drum, Will has a habit of sticking out like a sore thumb in the quaint little town but she can't deny that she enjoys being the center of attention. With out trying, she has the type of personality that attracts others. Maybe it's because her own uniqueness makes her sexy in comparison to some of the more average girls in Cherry Blossom, or maybe it's because her escapades are known throughout the town... She isn't afraid to have a good time. You only have one life is her philosophy. Although she contradicts this daily, she still lives each day like it could be her last. After all it could be, at least for a short while.

Another factor that might make her so alluring is her unworldly like behaviors. Will has been known to "accidentally" get a little wolfy just to get the town's peoples' feathers all ruffled, and the rumors about her just fuels her fun. She is strange, quirky and weird but wouldn't have it any other way. She also has a tendency to come off cold or bitchy because she is blunt and sometimes more honest than others would care for, often having more enemies than friends. Will never really cares about being on people's good or bad sides, she's more of a take it or leave it kind of woman who doesn't aim to please others. Although it does seem hard at times to get close to her due to her being more of a distant person, she does hold her friends and loved ones very dearly. If she were ever to admit her secrets to anyone it'd be either due to the fact they are a very trust confident or her life is endanger... in a manner of speaking.

Will is also known to be very crude. Referring to herself as an acquired taste, her sense of humor and mannerisms can also be either deterring to the feint of heart or magnetizing to those similar to her. Nothing pleases her more than a well timed joke, or punch line. She always has to have the last laugh. But she doesn't make jokes to laugh at others but to make others laugh. Even though she may come off as a cold hearted bitch, she does like seeing others and laughter is her best way to do that. Will also doesn't usually try to get involved in romantic entanglements. She has a nasty habit of out living the people she cares about, and has suffered more loss than she can handle at times. But if romance does present itself, she does tend to be a helpless romantic, very much believing that chivalry is not dead. Will also tends to be a little mischievous, a good prank can go a long way in her book, she especially enjoys giving someone a good scare when she can. Basically, she's the town weirdo.

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Willow was born to a pure Werewolf family in 1908 in the small town of Cherry Blossom. She grew up in the town, training closely with her father who was the alpha of their pack at the time. Although she hadn't made her change yet when she was a young girl, her father still insisted on her learning how to fight without the wolf. He thought a true leader had to be good in all areas with and without their wolf. When Will was 16 her father died from a vampire bite. And although all werewolves are born with the natural hatred of vampires, this really fueled her distaste.

Due to Willow not being of age to change yet, the pack was in an uproar about who was going to become the new Alpha. Even though Will wasn't 18 yet she believed she should be because she was his daughter. The way her pack handled needing a new Alpha without an heir was a fight to then decide the new leader. Whomever was the strongest was obviously the best choice for an Alpha. Even though Willow couldn't phase into a wolf, she insisted being given the same opportunity as everyone else, knowing full well that she could die trying to become Alpha. There was only one challenger who wanted to go up against her, a 40 year old werewolf. Although he looked no older than 22. He had years under his belt and was one of the oldest and strongest wolves in the pack.

The fight was a blur, and Will honestly can't remember any of it due to blacking out when it started. No one in the pack was able to even describe what had happened. All they know is that Willow, unarmed and unable to phase, defeated her opponent with her bare hands in less than 30 seconds. It was unheard of and no one in the pack went against her as she took up the Alpha position. She was the first Alpha to ever take charge without being a full fledge werewolf. And once she turned 18 and became the wolf, she became unstoppable. One of the most powerful Alphas the pack had ever seen.

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F A C E - C L A I M || N A T A L I E - D O R M E R C R E A T O R || S C A R . - H E X C O D E || # 0 0 D F 9 9

So begins...

Willow Octavia Sanders's Story

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Willow groaned as she slowly woke up in her bed in her tiny studio apartment. Very glamorous for a pack Alpha. But it keeps her more under the radar than living in a fancy house in a small town like Cherry Blossom. Plus she was rarely in it other than sleeping, when she slept alone or showering. She rolled over in the plush bed, holding the fleece blanket up to her face as she squinted as she looked at the clock. 6:23pm. Damn, over slept. Well... She always slept during the day. She tended to feel more alive at night. Plus vampires can't be out in the sunlight so she always figured it'd be best if she slept when the sun was out and was awake while those blood suckers were awake. Will didn't want to get out of bed if she didn't have to. So she grabbed her cellphone and the first thing she did before checking messages or missed calls was see what time sunset was at... 8:47pm. So she could technically go back to sleep but after flipping through her texts she wouldn't. Apparently the other pack was having a meet and well... Willow wouldn't miss that for anything.

After laying around lazily in bed for about another 20 minutes, playing stupid games on her phone, Will finally dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. She spent at least a good half and hour in the warm water trying to wake herself up and prepare for another night. If Will was going to crash a meeting, she needed to look hot while doing it. That was her style. Will tore through half of her closet before she found an good enough outfit. It probably took her double the time it took to get an outfit, to do her hair and makeup. After all she never knew who she could run into out and about. Always had to look her best.

When Will was finally ready to head out it was only 15 minutes until sundown. She figured she'd roam about the streets seeing if there were any blood suckers up to no good before she made her way towards her destination. The streets of the town were bustling with life, mostly human from what she could tell. Surprisingly there weren't any vampires, at least not where she was. No doubt a lot of people in town knew who and what she was... So she assumed the vampires were smart enough to try and avoid her when they saw her. That was, at least, until she got to the square...

It reeked of vampires but no blood... Not yet. But eventually something else caught her attention, a different scent. She followed it instinctively, running her hand back through her long blonde hair. Then she saw the culprit. A tall male, dark, mysterious... A wolf too. A wolf she does not remembering see or smelling around Cherry Blossom. She smirked to herself as she slowly made her way around him, brushing her hand along his shoulder blades as she made her way around to face him.
"A new puppy in Cherry Blossom..." Willow looked the handsome male up and down. "Now what is a tall drink of water such as yourself doing out alone?... Hasn't anyone told you it's dangerous here at night?"

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Levi stood at the front of his father's old store. It had always been a part of the Cherry Blossom skyline so to speak. In big bold letters announced "Winters Auto Body" It had been boarded up for as long as he could remember, but no one ever touched it. His mother had gotten offers on it, and she still somehow made payments but the building was never used. She'd hoped one day he'd grow up and take over. He never wanted it. He was always good with cars, he wanted to be an engineer, and he was for the most part, only it wasn't legalized. He wanted to work at a big place, creating new technology, instead of just being a mechanic. That's all he was though, that was the truth of it. He was only a mechanic.
At least she got what she wanted.

Levi reached up, touching the wooden that boarded the door. He looked before he pulled the wood clear from the nails. He looked behind him again just in case anyone heard or saw. He was careful to hid who he was in school, now it was just out of habit. Cherry Blossom was littered with the supernatural.

As if called be his thoughts, he caught a scent, two of them, one was familiar, the other was not. He wasn't sure if he was ready to see Serena yet, not that it mattered as the other was closing in.
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A soft hand brushed across his back, Levi only turned his head, watching the sensual blonde as she moved in front of him. "A new puppy in Cherry Blossom..." She said, with a kittenish look in her eyes as she looked him up and down. She must be new too. "Now what is a tall drink of water such as yourself doing out alone?... Hasn't anyone told you it's dangerous here at night?"

Levi decided he'd play along, the woman warmed his blood in a way that was hard to ignore.

"I've heard rumors." He said, his nostrils twitching. She was differently a wolf. "It gets wild when the moon is full." he said, carefully as he watched the eyes of the blonde. She had an aire about her. Confident, for sure, but possessive. If he had to guess, he figured she was an Alpha and he was about to be recruited. He could be wrong.

"Levi, Levi Winters....Friends call me Ghost." he said and offered his hand to her. "What can I do you for?" He asked, mindful of his chosen words.


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Now that Willow had the young wolf's attention she grinned a very sly mischievous smile. She could tell from a distance before she approached him that he was attractive, but something about his gaze hypnotized her. Between his direct gaze and enticing scent it gave her sensations that she in her many years as a wolf hadn't felt. Maybe it was just because he was new and didn't know her. But if anything it intrigued her more.

"I've heard rumors." Willow smiled while a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "It gets wild when the moon is full." She tilted her head to the side slightly, her gaze not leaving his. "That it does... Well at least I do. Life's too short not to get a little... Wild." The more that Will studied the young wolf she felt like she'd seen him around somewhere. Or maybe at least heard of him. She also couldn't help but wonder what deductions he was making of her. Will always found people's thoughts about her particularly interesting. She was unique that was for sure.

The young man then introduced himself to her,
"Levi, Levi Winters....Friends call me Ghost." "And am I... a friend?" Ah, she had heard of him before. She didn't quite put 2 and 2 together until he said his name. Doesn't help that she hadn't met him before... And she would have remembered those eyes. He then extended his hand towards her. Will smiled, slowly raising her hand to gently place it in his larger palm. "Willow Sanders... Lot's of people call me lot's of different things. But you, my dear, may call me whatever you'd like."

Levi didn't beat around the bush when it came down to getting to the point. "What can I do you for?" Will smiled as she leaned a shoulder against the wall. "I was merely being curious... I hadn't smelled your scent before." Willow still couldn't help wondering what brought him back to the town. Not that she was complaining about more eye candy. But it wasn't often that people came back to Cherry Blossom. Most left and never came back. "What brings you back to Cherry Blossom?... Unless... Did Lillian recruit you? I wouldn't be surprised if she did."

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{ Location: Town || Interacting With: Willow Octavia Sanders and Levi Winters || Mentioned: Other Pack Members (Briefly) }


A stout, older woman, was shifting through a filing cabinet with a practiced air, in the backroom of a Day-Care Center, and so busy with her work that she did not notice the steady tread of a young man entering the room and stopping short of an arm's reach behind her. He was dark of hair and eye, and his fair complexion had a healthy glow to it even in the dimmed lighting. He was quiet, purposeful, and had an unnatural stillness few his age could ever match. He had flecks of dried yellow and blue paint speckled on his fingers, and hand/finger-print's of the same colors gripped around his wrist and fore-arms, the evidence of a busy day and Markus's unworldly patience. "Ma'am," He rumbled, as gently as he could, still a conga line of shivers ran across the elder care-taker's shoulders and along down her spine. Markus may have felt down right apologetic of his decidedly rough voice, if his employer hadn't asked him to be up front today to collect and return the children from and to their parents - and no less than two people had complained to their significant other as they were leaving, in perfect earshot for even an ordinary mundane human to have heard, that they weren't particularly comfortable leaving their children with such a 'brute'. And while he guessed he couldn't blame them, as humans were naturally frightened (or aroused, as the case would've been in situations not concerning their children, he supposed) of hybrids like him; and maybe he wasn't thrilled with adults in general, because yes... Children, fluffy or not, he could more easily adore - made of a little salt, a squeeze of lemon, a bucket of sugar, and a forgiveness for his kind (whether they knew it or not) that lasted for a time, long enough like they were on his Preschool watch, before they grew up and became like their parents eventually. Markus continued, "Last kid was out at 3:30, and everything's' been cleaned up. Can I head out for the night?" "Yes, Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning. Goodbye." The matron resumed her usual tact, rough but proper, as she dismissed her youthful employee - even though she was unwilling to raise her eyes from the cabinet to make sure he had heard her, all though, she needn't have bothered anyway. He took his leave after her response and picked up this week's paycheck off the counter, before departing out the door to the spare closet to grab his back-pack (mostly empty except for a lunch bag returned haphazardly within, and a set of keys for a bike lock) - heading to the bike rack to collect his ride, and headed on to the quaint little home he shared with his elderly parents...

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Markus started awake as his phone suddenly thrilled loudly a text alert with a muted groan, and an aching feeling that felt like he had only just closed his eyes moments ago - he'd only wanted a spare hour or two before dinner, and/or before any pack-mates (which for most, it was a night off patrolling, and general free-time for all) sent questions for him to answer. He stretched idly to fetch the phone buried underneath a pillow, scowling at the time, which was just under a two hour nap, which wasn't awful; and then at the blighted text message that had awoken him up in the first place, and blighted would've been an understatement. "Hell's bells..." He snarled under-breath to himself as he read Willow's message, before texting a short reply of - "On your tail." - in return. Right. The plan of crashing a meeting of the other pack, sitting down to 'own' the place, and raising hackles galore, wouldn't be a smart move without a necessary wing man - you know, just in case things went south? Oh, what joy of being her Beta sometimes, or well, sometimes? Pft... He threw the covers off, and shoved himself upright, and moved towards the bathroom. Knowing a hot shower would awaken him quicker, and wash off the preschooler paint markings off. And with a fresh set of clothes he was set to get on the road.

There was the concept of being fashionably late, Markus supposed, but it usually was considered when it was a party you were actually invited to - not one you planned to crash. And so, he was genuinely surprised, walking on foot, that he'd managed to catch up to his alpha's scent still in the town proper, instead of further into the wood's nearing Lillian's pack house; and upon rounding a corner into the town square was greeted with the sight of Willow leaning up against the wall, talking with a dark, well-looking stranger... A new wolf? No. His nose twitched, as he drew closer, feeling no need to hide his presence as a 'human' walking down a well lit street towards them, it was different, but familiar, and old, nearly forgotten, scent. And his voice? Contained mannerisms? Newly returned? Ahh, Ghost, probably... "Evening." Markus mused - short, sweet, simple, and to the point. As he eased to a stop beside Willow, tossing a polite greeting nod to the other male, before sparring her a slightly pointed look (w/out the eyebrow raised, as of yet) - as if saying Well?

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"And am I... a friend?" Ghost shrugged in response as if to say, Perhaps. She took his hand and he gave a gentle but firm shake. "Willow Sanders... Lot's of people call me lot's of different things. But you, my dear, may call me whatever you'd like." She said, with a kittenish smirk and Levi nodded.
Once she leaned against the wall of his father's shop, her coy smirk still on her face, Levi crossed his arms. "I was merely being curious... I hadn't smelled your scent before." She said and Levi gave a single shouldered shrug.
People didn't usually come back to Cherry Blossom, if they made it out at all, the reason they left, would keep them out. He would be the minority in this case, for certain. "What brings you back to Cherry Blossom?... Unless... Did Lillian recruit you? I wouldn't be surprised if she did." Willow said and Ghost looked at her with a twitch of his brow. Lillian? Was she the new Alpha?
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"No, She didn't." Was all he could say before another wolf's scent invaded his senses, male this time He turned to see the man approaching. "Evening." He said, to Ghost with a polite nod. While he gave Willow a pointed look that made Levi arch a dark brow. He knew the man, or his scent at least. He turned toward the man, and held out his hand, the wolf in him sizing him up in the back of his head. "Evening....I know you right?" He asked, with a small frown. He couldn't place him, but Levi did grow up here, there was a good chance that he could have known him a kid, or in high school before


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Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Olivar Furen Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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Location: Party || Interacting with: Meredith Langrange, Willow Octavia Sanders, Olivar Furen || Mentioned: Julia Sinclair

ImageLisa danced to the music pointed out a cute guy to her friend Jaime from the book store. "Go for it!" Jaime yelled over the loud music. Lisa smiled and shook her head. Jaime rolled her eyes.

Lisa glanced at the guy and bit her lip. Smiling at Jaime, she started moving towards the guy.

As she was making her way over, she smelled something unusual. The smile disappeared from her face. There was a vampire here.

She looked around at the sea of people. This party was packed. She had no idea who was the source of the scent. She became worried that it might know that she was there already.

She pulled out her phone and texted her pack.

At a party. There's a vampire here.

She pressed send. I hope they text back soon. Lisa was worried. She'd never encountered a vampire without her pack. She was unsure what to do.

Jaime came up behind her and gave her a questioning look and gesture. Lisa shrugged and gave a fake smile. She continued dancing and checking her phone after phantom vibrations.

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Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Olivar Furen Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Sienna De Lucchi Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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Willow could tell Levi was the strong silent type. And for her that only drew her in more wanting to know what hid behind the tough, quiet exterior. He at least acknowledged what she was saying with shrugs or head nods. She continued to study him curiously, gauging every movement and action he made. Will couldn't put her finger on what it was about him, but she was determined to find out. But as she watched him she couldn't help but smirk a wild mischievous grin while running a hand through her blonde locks.

Levi finally gave her a verbal answer regarding if he was recruited by Lillian.
"No, She didn't." Interesting. She shifted where she stood, tilting her head in a curious manner causing her hair to veil have her face. "Fair game." Will could smell Markus approaching but before he joined them she added, "Well there are 2 packs here in Cherry Blossom... Lillian's and- She was cut off by her Beta's appearance making the duo a trio. "Evening." Will gave him a sideways glance momentarily although she kept her body facing Levi. Her gaze was direct and wavering. That was until her cellphone gave a little chirp. She reached into her back pocket, pulling the phone out. "Pardon me handsome."

Willow unlocked her phone, her gaze flitting about the group text message from Lisa.

At a party. There's a vampire here.

Will scowled down at her phone, a growl rumbling in the pit of her throat. She assumed Markus had already seen the message and was waiting for her orders. Her stance shifted to a slightly more dominant position as her thumbs feverishly tapped upon her phone, the screen illuminating her face.

Markus & I have plans ruffling feathers of the
inferior Alpha. Don't engage without back up.
You're in public so they shouldn't attack.
Stay alert & inform if anything develops.

Willow cleared her throat in frustration while shoving her phone into the back pocket of her skin tight pants. "Sorry that was rude of me... Alpha duties." Will then did a double take finally taking it what Levi said about possibly knowing Markus. "Wait you both know each other?" She motioned back and forth between the 2 while furrowing her brows in confusion. "How is it you could know him?... I've been in this town for over 100 years and never crossed paths with you before." She took a slight step towards Levi looking him up with a predator like gaze. "I would have remembered you."

Will didn't notice the appointed glance from Markus, or maybe she did but didn't digest it until that moment. She rolled her eyes slightly because of him, expecting some sort of comment later on when they're alone. She hadn't even realized how much time she spent wondering the town and talking to Levi. Will reached out grabbing Markus' wrist to look at his watch, cursing under her breath when she saw the time. Her attention shifted back towards the mysterious stranger. Her angered facade quickly fading to a seductive smile once again. "Unfortunately lover-boy... I have plans to stir the pot. Although," She stepped towards him, raising a hand to brush back a loose hair of his from his face before whispering, "I'd rather spend my time here... Trying to decode you." Before she turned away she added one more comment, "Don't be a stranger Ghost."

Willow slowly turned towards Markus, allowing her gaze to linger on Levi for a long moment before she turned her complete attention to her Beta. "Alright Mutt... Let's go." She slid her left arm under Markus' right arm, resting her hand on his forearm allowing him to guide her down the street. After a few strides down the street she stopped momentarily to glance over her shoulder towards Levi. "Hey!" She called out to him, "You don't seem like a Ghost to me. A ghost is tame... You're more of a Phantom." Will smirked, "But don't let anyone else call you that. That's my name... And I'm possessive of what's mine." Will winked towards Levi before disappearing down the street with Markus.

Once they were out of ear shot of anyone else, Will slowed down their pace as they walked, her arm still linked in his.
"Shut up." She peeked over at him from the corner of her eyes. Will knew he'd have some smart comment about Levi so she wanted to shut him up before he said anything. After another long moment of silence she spoke up again. "So should we arrive fashionably late to make an entrance?... Or should we arrive on time so Lillian starts her whole spiel so that she chokes once she sees us?"

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Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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NPC-David Lagrange


As Meredith paced in her shop she let out a sharp sigh. She had smelt the vampires just as much as everyone else but with the pack split in half Meredith thought that it was just as dangerous to travel alone for werewolves as it was for humans now. Of course, Meredith couldn't very well order Willow and the others around and since her opinion had not been asked for she had kept it to herself. Meredith let out a growl in irritation thinking of her older brother David and Lisa at a party while Willow and Edmund were off to cause trouble with Lillian. Sick of pacing Meredith let out another low growl and flipped the sign on her shop door from closed to open. Though her shop wasn’t on the main street it also wasn’t on the very edge of town, rather being about half-way down a side road coming off of Main Street, making it not uncommon for her to get customers at night. With the shop open Meredith went about sorting and organizing the jars and bags that contained herbs and remedies, the familiar action calming her nerves.

Once she had done an initial sweep of the store Meredith grabbed a box of matches she kept behind the counter but stopped as her cell went off. Reading Lisa's text she swore under her breath but kept calm. Look for David. He should be there. With that Melissa slipped her phone back in her pocket and exited the building, walking down the path to light the two oil-burning lamp posts that stood on either side of the pathway where it connected to the eight car parking lot. Striking a match Meredith stood on her tiptoes, stretching her arms up to light the first lamp post and then did the same to the second. Putting the two matches into a small compartment at the bottom of one of the lamps Meredith turned and headed back up the path towards the shop to light the two lamps on either side of the door.

Halfway to the shop Meredith stopped to admire the building before her. It had a strange air about it, or at least that was what she had always thought. With the cobblestone path, the ancient oak door, the oil-burning lamps and ivy climbing up the front it gave the modern building a fairytale-like feel. The shop had been there for generations, only recently having been renovated a few decades ago when her grandmother inherited it. The oak door and the lamps were the only parts of the building kept from the original, now framed by brick that was disrupted on either side by large windows, showing the contents of the shop to the outside world. Of course, with how long the pack was said to have lived here and protected the town her families Apothecary had probably been part of a quaint village before it was part of the current city.
At the thought of protecting the city Meredith shook her head and realized she had been standing outside for at least ten minutes staring at her own store front at night like an idiot. Rolling her eyes at herself a small smile graced her lips as she went to finish lighting the lamps.

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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Katherine "Rin" Jiang Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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Location: Cafe
Interacting With: Nathaniel Searus (briefly), Julia
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Elisabeth continued looking out the window, daydreaming of simpler times. Times before she didn't have to glance over her shoulder at night, before she was in this war between species, before she was a bloodsucker. Some days she would think about her family and wonder how much they had been hurt by her death/disappearance. After all, her body would never been found even if she was truly dead. The vampire who had turned her had transported her across the country by the time she awoke. Still, it would have been nice to have a proper goodbye with her friends and family. But there was no use in being sad about it, as it was out of her control and always would be. On a few occasions she had observed her siblings from a distance and they seemed happy enough. That was good enough for her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of eyes on her. She turned to meet them, making eye contact with a young male next to a motorcycle. Though it was only a moment or two before he put his helmet on and rode down the street, Elisabeth felt that he was familiar. She knew she had not seen his face around Cherry Blossom before, as she knew nearly everyone here-- whether they knew it or not. It was her job to scout the town for potential meals (though she considered this part of her job pointless, as others often ate whomever they desired), know who was in Cherry Blossom, and know what was happening around town. No, it was not his that was familiar but his entire being. She was almost certain that he too was a vampire.

Perhaps she should follow him and find out who he was. What would Arthur think of this? The coven leader could be quite unpredictable. He might decide to rip off the other man's head or he might happily offer him a spot in the coven. Something told her it would be the latter, considering the current werewolf situation. Though the pack was split and the two resulting packs did like to ruffle each other's feathers, they still had the common goal of protecting the humans from vampires. So far none of the coven had been bitten, which was a good thing. Elisabeth had never experienced a bitten vampire before, but Arthur had told her that it results in the afflicted slowly going crazy and attacking the members of their coven. This was not something that Elisabeth wanted to happen to her, though she had a feeling that some of the wolves would rather just kill her on the spot.

Willow would likely be one of those wolves. Truth be told, the young vampire was rather scared of the Alpha. She had a formidable look and presence. It was as if she were telling the whole world that she is not to be messed with. Lillian was intimidating too, but not like Willow. Still, both Alphas could hold their own in a fight.

Elisabeth was again pulled out of her thoughts by her phone vibrating. She looked at Julia's message, saying she hadn't seen any vampires and was at a party with lots of humans. Elisabeth didn't need to feed tonight nor did she enjoy parties. The music was loud, the humans reeked of alcohol, and there were just too many people in one place. She could see Julia thriving in that sort of environment though and was happy to hear that her coven mate was ok.

She was considering leaving the cafe early when Sheriff Dawson walked in. Any hopes of finding out who the mysterious young vampire was would have to wait. Elisabeth was obligated to serve any customer no matter how close to the end of the night that they walked in. Besides, she should have suspected there Sheriff would come around for a late dinner. That's just what she did.

"It's slow in here today. You think it's because of the parties?" the Sheriff commented as she took a seat at the counter. Elisabeth walked from he window back to her spot behind the counter. "It's been pretty slow all day. Nobody has been in in at least half an hour." Thus, she had started cleaning up the cafe ahead of schedule as she hadn't expected any more customers. "It could be," she said, responding to the Sheriff's second statement. "It could also be that Cherry Blossom isn't safe at night. After all, people say you should always walk with a buddy." It was the truth after all-- Cherry Blossom wasn't safe at night. The Sheriff knew as much too, though Elisabeth doubted she knew the true reasons.

"How have you been Elisabeth? It's been awhile." The Sheriff was glancing over the menu, despite coming to the cafe quite frequently. Humans were odd that way. Had she done that as a human? Elisabeth really couldn't remember. "I've been fine. Just working here and reading lots of books." She was thankful that she didn't need to attend the local high school to pass as human. If she did, she felt she would go insane. Instead, she was able to work and obtain money for books and clothes. What she didn't spend was saved for whenever she decided to fix up her house, which would probably be deemed unsafe to live in if a human lived there.

She smiled as she handed Shane a glass of water. "How have you been Sheriff Dawson? It can't be easy trying to deal with all of the recent deaths in the town." There was no denying the deaths of humans around the town whether it be vampire related or natural. Elisabeth decided to bring it up for two reasons: she was interested in what the Sheriff had to say about the murders and because she didn't know what else to talk about. A human her age would probably be curious about what the Sheriff was doing. Humans were both curious and disgusted by murders, so Elisabeth believed this wouldn't raise any alarm by her asking about it. Plus she could gauge how much the Sheriff knew about the true nature of the murders, though she still had doubts that Sheriff Dawson was aware of the supernatural presence in the quaint town of Cherry Blossom.

Elisabeth's phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out and read the text from Julia, stating that a wolf was at the party. Of course, that wasn't enough to convince Julia to leave. The blonde vampire would probably stay unless it was either of the Alphas or Betas. So there was probably no need to be concerned at this point. Elisabeth couldn't do anything anyway, as she was busy doing her job. Ok, don't make a scene and be careful, she replied before placing her phone back in her pocket. If Julia did need help, she could always call Arthur or Rin.




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Location: The Street/Somewhere in Cherry
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Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood (texting)
Mentioned:Edmund "Markus" Bales, Willow
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Gerald decided to head toward the center of town, knowing that the streets there were well lit and well travelled (at least during the day and early evening). He had no personal concerns of being attacked as he walked, but he figured he would play it safe just in case tonight was the night someone decided he was a perfect target.

He continued walking, enjoying the cool spring air. It wasn't terribly late, but he was still surprised to see a trio of people on the next block. The trio quick dispersed, with a male and female heading his way while the other male walked away opposite of them. The female called out to the lone male. However, Gerald did not pick up on what she said. His phone had vibrated in his pocket. He read the text from Vivian, more intrigued with it than whatever the woman had said to one of the men. Remembering that they were walking towards him, he moved off to the side so that the two would be able to pass him.

Honestly, Gerald hadn't planned what to do, where to go, or where to even meet. He just wanted to do something with someone. He really should have thought ahead, as now he was left staring at the keyboard of his phone. It was late, so most stores and restaurants would be closed right now. The movie theater was still open, but he wasn't in the mood to see another one. He tried to think of somewhere where they could go that would be open, have something fun to do, and wasn't near any shady parts of town.

He couldn't come up with anything and felt increasing pressure to reply to Vivian. Well, what do you want to do? he decided to ask. I'm at the center of town right now. Even if he did have any ideas for what to do, he would go with whatever Vivian wanted to do (unless it was along the lines of robbing a bank or another illegal activity). He just wanted to hang out with his good friend.

Gerald placed his cellphone back in his left pocket before proceeding to walk down the street.




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Location: The Pack House
Interacting With: Lillian Smith and Serena
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Apparently taking off one's pants was no appropriate in the Pack House, even if one did so because he fell in a creek. Roman had been hoping for a more playful response than the one he received from Lillian, but wasn't surprised by it either. He really shouldn't have taken his pants off, but at least he announced it before walking further into the house. It wasn't as if he was planning on walking around without pants on for the rest of the night. As soon as he found another pair and a towel he would be properly clothed.

Just as he was about to go in search of some pants, Serena walked in. And I thought falling into the creek was bad. Well at least she didn't- "What the fuck Roman!" Nevermind. Roman couldn't help but grin as Serena passed by him. While it was rather unfortunate that she saw him in such a state, it was also rather amusing. She obviously didn't think it was judging by her reaction.

Roman laughed as she quickly walked around him with eyes averted. "C'mon, I'm not naked or anything!" Serena, not caring if he was naked or not, disappeared into the meeting room. Still amused at her horrified reaction in comparison to the terse one he received from Lillian, he entered the house on the quest to find pants. He knew he had an extra pair in one of the rooms, but wasn't sure exactly which one. He had been drunk when he'd dropped them off, but at least he was thinking straight enough to actually bring clothing to the house in case of emergencies.

He quickly checked the bedrooms of the Pack House, but didn't find his clothing in any of the wardrobes or drawers. Where the hell had he put his clothes?! He closed his eyes, trying to remember. When he'd come to the house, he'd gotten a glass of water before putting his clothes... somewhere. Well, at least he knew they weren't in the kitchen. That still left quite a few places for them to be. Maybe they were in one of the bathrooms?

Roman returned to the master bedroom, which had a bathroom attached to it. Upon opening the closet door he found not only spare towels, but his clothing crumpled into a ball.Some might be concerned as to why he had placed his clothes in a bathroom closet, but weirder things had happened in Cherry Blossom. He grabbed one of the towels and began drying off his now damp legs. He started to dry off his boxers when he heard Lillian's voice. "Roman I swear, get some pants on and get in here!" He chuckled and deeming himself dry enough, put on his extra pair of pants. He tossed the wet pair into the sink, making a mental note to come back for them tomorrow.

Grinning, he walked into the meeting room. "Worry not, I have pants on now," he informed the girls. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest. "So what's our plan of attack for tonight?" he asked seriously. Hunting vampires and protecting an entire town wasn't something to be taken lightly.

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Location: Party || Interacting with: Willow Octavia Sanders, Meredith Lagrange, Julia Sinclair, [NPC] David Lagrange

ImageLisa checked her phone again. This time she had received a reply. It was from Willow.

Markus & I have plans ruffling feathers of the
inferior Alpha. Don't engage without back up.
You're in public so they shouldn't attack.
Stay alert & inform if anything develops.


Lisa furrowed her brow. The vampire wouldn't attack at the party, but it probably wasn't here to socialise with humans. More likely it was here to select a victim. She received another message, this time from Meredith.

Look for David. He should be there.

Lisa felt a momentary rush of relief.

She decided to look for him and moved about the party stringing Jaime along with reasons why she had to go somewhere else - bathroom break, to get a drink (non-alcoholic for the rest of the night), etc. She wanted to keep a close eye on her friend until she could keep a close eye on the vampire.

Soon, she located David. Unable to speak freely, she indicated to her phone and made sure he took his out before sending him a message:

Trying to locate vampire here. Will spy, not attack. Have my back?

With that, she started looking for the vampire. With the amount of people and the smells all mingling, she was unable to identify the vampire until she accidentally stood right next to it.

It was a woman in a red dress, looking as human as any other party-goer. Lisa swore under her breath and moved away as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. Surely it was too late though, the vampire must have sensed her at that close a distance.

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Willow regarded him with a sideways glance, and while their eye-contact shared was brief - it was direct, intense, and unwavering. Until her cellphone chirped and his silenced to a mere vibrate buzzed absently in the back pocket of his jeans, and she reached into her pocket to pull her's out to observe the message. "Pardon me handsome." Markus blinked, and the sharpness of his gaze faded momentarily. She would not, ever, call him that... With a flavor of renewed interest, he lifted his up to glance back to the other man; already finding the other's well, he guessed it was a handsome face if Will was interested, looking at him with a raised brow, offering a hand to him, and the rather unmistakable feeling of being 'sized up' - before Ghost, spoke, "Evening... I know you right?"

"It's been a while," Markus admitted lightly, stepping forward to take the other male's hand in a steady, firm grip. They'd maybe known each other as kids' he thought, probably high-school too, and of course "play-fights" arising briefly as everyone tested out their new skills (with a bunch of 'alpha male' types abound) when they first turned - if anything, the possible image of a big albino wolf coming to mind, with himself being an equal in size wolf but of a more melanistic color variant, going rather rough once upon a time, was the strongest or most recent thing he could remember him by. "E. Bales, most call me Markus." He supplied further, omitting most of his first name, because only his parents and Meredith still called him 'Edmund' anymore, all three rather stubbornly, so it wouldn't be fair to assume Ghost even knew it to begin with. Before releasing the hand-shake at the time of Willow's growl and shift into a more dominant posture as she began feverishly typing a reply on the screen.

Markus took the step back to his original position, to tilt his head to re-regard her, and more importantly the message(s) on the tiny but bright screen with a thoughtful frown sliding into place on his mouth. He looked away as Will finished and sent the response to Lisa's text, clearing her throat in mild frustration; which was his sentiments exactly, for an entirely different reason though, as tearing into a vampire would be far more enjoyable than standing there, listening to her jumping heartily back into conversation with Levi. He remained a silent presence, and watched out of the corner both of them idly, bored and not amused, but, waiting patiently...

It wasn't long until Willow seemed to be wrapping up the long-winded conversation, or at the very most had finally digested the look he'd given her earlier as she snagged his wrist to scowl at his watch (even though she'd just had her phone out moments before to check the time?); he turned toward her to regard her evenly as she muttered curses under her breath, before making her verbal goodbyes and lingering 'puppy-dog' eyes to Levi - while he merely glanced his way, tilting his head into similar nod to his earlier greeting, conveying farewell without words. "Alright Mutt... Let's go." Markus flashed a sudden, warning snarl towards her after her comment; it was silent, however, missing the growl and verbal evidence, with only his lips peeled for a brief moment before returning to a flat-line. As she slid her arm to link with his, he initiated the movement forward, guiding them both down the street - even with Willow's last minute call outs to Levi momentarily halting their movement, he was able to pull them along forward just as quickly again.

"Shut up." Came Willow's voice after they were out of ear shot from the new wolf they'd parted from, and the minor attention of a human teen stepping off to the side of the walkway so that the two of them could pass him; as they both seemed to slow their pace in tandem the further they wound through the city streets to the outskirts, to the woods, and eventually the pack house which would be their final destination. He felt his eyes on her, and glanced back rolling his own, while miming a lopsided 'X' across his chest with his free hand. Oh, sure he wouldn't spill his smart comments about Levi the newcomer twisting her tail, or really mainly ragging on her, yet, but he'd get her later for it.

After another small moment of silence, then Willow questioned, "So should we arrive fashionably late to make an entrance?... Or should we arrive on time so Lillian starts her whole spiel so that she chokes once she sees us?" Markus paused before answering to take in a deep, investigative breath through his nose. Picking out the scents of wolves that had passed ahead of them, it seemed the three leading members of the other pack where already there or headed in the right direction as far as he could tell. Humph... "They're already about to start, and you know Lillian and her 'planning sessions' as well as I..." He rumbled, nose wrinkling as much as in thought, as in distaste. "It might be more satisfying to interrupt in the middle of her beginning spiel, and unravel her for the rest of the night; then just coming fashionably late."

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Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Olivar Furen Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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ImageLisa watched the vampire from as far away as she could get without losing sight of her. The vampire was leaving - alone. This was good, it meant that she had been scared off by the presence of werewolves before being able to secure a victim. The bad thing was that she would likely go somewhere else now to find her meal.

Lisa pulled out her phone and sent a text to the pack.

Vampire leaving party to find victim elsewhere.

She turned to Jaime, who was already confused by her behaviour and told her, "I'm feeling sick! I'm gonna head home!" Jaime gave her a sympathetic look and waved. Lisa made a mental note to come up with some excuse for why she was acting strange tonight.

As the vampire stepped out the door, Lisa followed. This is stupid... this is so fucking stupid. She thought to herself. She didn't want to put herself at risk, nor did she want to piss off Willow, but she kept thinking about that human who would be the victim if no one intervened.

This was a dangerous decision she had made. If it were a human, Lisa would easily have been able to remain undetected, but without the smells, sounds and human obstacles of the party, she would be unlikely to stay hidden from a vampire for long.

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"Fair game." was Willows' response. "Well there are 2 packs here in Cherry Blossom... Lillian's and- Her words were cut off by the sound of her phone "Pardon me, Handsome." She said and Levi could only smirk. It was then then Levi took the time to finish assessing the other man, not in the territorial sort of way, but he was a wolf, it was just something he did, naturally, as all male wolves do. There was nothing threatening about him, though he looked rather strong. He did know him, years ago back when they were still pups. "It's been awhile/" the male wolf said and Levi smirked, still unable to place his name though. "E.Bales, most call me Marcus."
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Levi rose his chin in recognition. "Ah, yes...I remember now." He said. "It has been a while." He said, the memories flooding back. They were very young, and while the place was crawling with Predanaturals like them. Levi wasn't really one to make friends, but he had a few when he was young, before his mother pulled him from school. He was always the "Lone Wolf" type, keeping rather to himself then to join a pack, which it seemed Willow to want him to do. She didn't have to say it. He could smell that she was an alpha, the way she circled him, challenging him in her closeness, a weaker mind would have backed away,intimidated by it, though that wasn't her intention, but not Ghost, he stood his ground, letting her get as close as she wanted, accepting her challenge, which only seemed to turn her on. He could smell that too, and the feeling was mutual. He wasn't playing on joining any packs, but she was...tempting.
"Sorry that was rude of me... Alpha duties." She said, confirming what he already knew. "Wait you both know each other?" she said, recalling the conversation, gesturing to the two men. "How is it you could know him?... I've been in this town for over 100 years and never crossed paths with you before." She again, challenged him, taking a step toward him, watching his face, which remained equal parts amused and impassive. "I would have remembered you."
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"They don't call me Ghost for nothing..." He said, again, accepting her challenge, by not shrinking away. She turned, grabbing the man's wrist to see his watch. She didn't seem pleased with what she found, but it faded when she turned back to him, smiling wolfishly.
"Unfortunately lover-boy... I have plans to stir the pot. Although," She said, stepping even closer, toe to toe, she raised a hand, brushing back his dark curls from his eyes. She leaned into his ear. "I'd rather spend my time here... Trying to decode you." she said with a whisper and Levi only turned his head toward her, saying not a word, but allowing himself the opportunity to log her scent as it pulsed from her neck. It was rather tantalizing. Finally, she turned away, but added "Don't be a stranger Ghost."she told him, and he only smirked. He was certain she wouldn't let that happen.
She then hooked her arm around the other male, allowing him to guide her down the street, and Levi turned back to the shop, but he heard her shift and smiled to himself. "Hey!" she called and he turned only his head.
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You don't seem like a Ghost to me. A ghost is tame... You're more of a Phantom." She said with a smirk, and Levi chuckled. "But don't let anyone else call you that. That's my name... And I'm possessive of what's mine." she told him with a wink and Levi shook his head. "You have my word." was all he said before the two disappeared down the street.

Levi grabbed the doorknob and with a flick of his wrist popped the lock, Willow's scent lingering on him.

Perhaps returning to Cherry Blossom wasn't so bad after all.


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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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"I'll go get your food ready," Elisabeth said as she disappeared into the kitchen. Shane frowned slightly as she realized that not even a cook was there to help her. Shame. No one should work alone, especially not in a town like this. It wasn't long before the girl returned with her food and a bag. Shane smiled thankfully as she placed the boxes in the bag and shifted to her feet.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you mean earlier about not thinking these were wild animal attacks?" Shane froze mid movement. She was hoping the comment would simply brush off Elisabeth's shoulder. Either that or the rumors about herself would have graced her ears. Although the girl was nice, she had to tread carefully around the subject and be careful of what she did and didn't say. "Half this town thinks I am unfit to be Sheriff... The other half could be easily swayed to their side if the wrong words slip from my mouth." Shane smiled weakly towards the girl. "I won't give stock to rumors. The answer will reveal itself when I have proof... Until then, it's only wild animal attacks."

Shane smirked slightly as she searched her jean pockets for money. Pulling out a $20, she placed it in Elisabeth's hand before closing the girl's hand and patting it with her own. "Keep the change." No doubt that was more than double the worth of the food. But working alone, having to cook, wait and clean yourself can't be easy. "Take care of yourself. And get home before it gets too late... If you need someone to walk with you, just give me a ring."

Shane waved before stepping out of the diner. She casually walked the streets as she ate her burger, keeping her eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. After finishing the sandwich, and now only picking at the fries she noticed a pair of familiar faces. Shane slowly made her way towards Vivian and Gerald. "How's everything going?" She said as she joined the pair with a warm smile. "I'm glad to see you both are smart enough not to travel alone." She chuckled softly, before holding out the box of fries towards them. "Fry?"




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Willow had a permanent smirk upon her lips as she walked with her arm locked with Markus'. She had always loved fresh meat but something about her Phantom gave her chills... Clearly all the good kind. Will had already made a mental note to cross his path again very soon so that she'd have a chance to decode the mysterious wolf. He intrigued her in more ways than words could explain. Attraction for wolves was on a whole other level, especially because they could often sense when the feeling was mutual... And Will knew it was. Not many would stand toe to toe with her and not be intimidated or falter. But Levi stood his ground, and that enticed her.

Her mind was clearly elsewhere and it took her way too long to register the words Markus spoke to her.
"They're already about to start, and you know Lillian and her 'planning sessions' as well as I..." Willow smirked as she watched his face turn in disgust. He didn't have to explain his thoughts on the matter, she was more then knowledgable towards how he felt. And more often then not the feeling was mutual. "It might be more satisfying to interrupt in the middle of her beginning spiel, and unravel her for the rest of the night; then just coming fashionably late." She pursed her lips, reaching for her phone in the back pocket of her tight jeans to check the time. "As much as I love that devious mind of yours, I believe we may have no choice but to arrive fashionably late."

In a small town like Cherry Blossom, it took no time at all for them to reach the location of the meeting. Willow turned her head towards Markus, her eyes glistening in excitement. "Oh how I enjoy making an entrance." With that, Will released Markus' arm and walked straight for the entrance strutting almost as if to show off her sex appeal and dominance. She did not hesitate to kick open the door and waltz right into the room. Willow made her way right up to an empty seat beside a male wolf that she recalled being called Roman. Her devious grin never left her lips as she took a seat. "Hello handsome." She whispered towards the male beside her, shooting him a quick wink.

Willow leaned back in the seat, crossing her long slender legs while stretching her arm across the back of Roman's chair. She made sure she was comfortable as her gaze remained locked on Lillian's as she caught the end of her little introduction.
"... Just enough for each group to be able to fight one or two vamps. Also if one group get's ambushed the other will have wolves who aren't injured." Will couldn't help but laugh while shaking her head slightly. "Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill?" She cocked her head to the side while pursing her lips. "Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?"

Willow looked over to Roman, her hand that rested upon the back of his chair, reaching up to twirl a lock of his hair. "By all means... Don't listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?" She smiled towards her current male company before drifting her gaze over to Lillian. "All I know is... When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair." Willow's grin grew as she leaned forward, resting her free elbow upon her knee, her chin in the palm, while her other hand still grasped Roman's chair. "You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha."

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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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Elisabeth listened and watched Shane observantly as she answered, noting her discomfort at the subject. "Half this town thinks I am unfit to be Sheriff... The other half could be easily swayed to their side if the wrong words slip from my mouth. I won't give stock to rumors. The answer will reveal itself when I have proof... Until then, it's only wild animal attacks." The vampire wouldn't push the subject anymore than it had to be. It confirmed her suspicions that the hushed whispers about the Sheriff's beliefs of the true cause of the attacks likely had credit to them, though rumors tended to get out of control in one way or another.

The Sheriff paid Elisabeth with a twenty dollar bill, telling her to keep the change as she closed the girl's hand and patted it. "Thank you," Elisabeth said earnestly. It was a hefty tip, but one she was grateful for. Part of the reason she had chosen to have a job in town was to scout for the coven. Another part was to maintain her "human" standing in town. And yet another was because she was hoping to fix up the house she lived in. It was a far cry from what it used to be and she would love to see it restored. That, and she would also like to have chairs that hadn't been broken by either Arthur or the one who had turned her.

"Take care of yourself. And get home before it gets too late... If you need someone to walk with you, just give me a ring." The Sheriff left the cafe then, heading out to patrol the town. Elisabeth chuckled a bit, as the Sheriff didn't know how capable the girl was of protecting herself. If enhanced sense, speed, and strength was't enough to save her, she could always throw a car at her opponent. Still, it was nice of the Sheriff to offer.

Confident that no more customers would show up, she quickly checked to make sure everything was clean and stowed. After doing this, she sent a text to Arthur. I think there's a new vampire in town. I don't know where he went though. Got bogged down by the Sheriff. I'll check around town before heading home. She decided to omit learning that the Sheriff was most likely suspicious of the supernatural activity in town. That was information best saved for a meeting in person. Plus, depending on where he was he might throw a fit and destroy something or someone.

Elisabeth removed her apron and hung it up. She looked out of the cafe window. Seeing nobody, she looked at her jacket across the room on the coat stand. As soon as she thought about it, the jacket removed itself from the stand and flew over to her as if someone had tossed it. She quickly put it on and looked out the window again, making sure nobody had seen her use her ability. Every now and then she got somewhat lazy, plus it wasn't a bad idea to practice using your ability. The vampire left the cafe and locked the front door. She looked around, wondering which way she should go. She could follow the scent of the other vampire, but his trail had dissipated in the time since they two had seen each other. Likewise, she could just wander the town in hopes of finding a potential meal or any of the werewolves. If she did find a werewolf and was able to remain undetected by it, which wasn't the easiest to do considering their enhanced senses, she would let the rest of the coven know where it was. Caution was always the best choice when it came to werewolves, especially at night when they were apt to hunt the vampires.

In the end, she chose to follow in the path of Nathaniel. She might as well try to figure out who he was and what his business in Cherry Blossom was. If she found a meal or a lone werewolf along the way, it would make the trip even more worthwhile.






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Gerald blushed a bit when Vivian laughed at his scream. He knew his scream was rather... high pitched when he was surprised, but it was still embarrassing, as he'd somehow managed never to scream that way in front of his friend before. However, his pride quickly recovered and he grinned back at her. "There's a party not too far from here," she suggested. "Or we could just walk and talk. I have to get somethings at the Herb shop but if you would rather go to the party that's fine too."

Gerald didn't mind parties, but he knew Vivian wasn't a fan of them. If he really wanted to go to a party he would have gone there earlier, but he wanted to hang out with one of his best friends. "Walking and talking sounds good to me," he replied, looking at her. "Though I've gotta ask: what do you need from the herb shop?" He guessed that she was referring to the shop owned and managed by the Lagrange family. He'd been there a couple of times with his mom, but herbs really weren't his thing.

Sheriff Dawson seemed to appear out of nowhere as Gerald turned to look forward. He stifled another scream but still jumped a bit. "How's everything going?" the Sheriff asked politely. "Well, you're the second person to give me a minor heart attack in the past few minutes, but I'll be ok," he replied as his heart beat calmed down. He smiled to show there were no hard feelings. The Sheriff was a nice enough lady and she did the best she could to keep the town safe.

"I'm glad to see you both are smart enough not to travel alone." Gerald declined to comment that until a couple of minutes ago he had been walking alone. He didn't want or need a lecture from the Sheriff, though he understood her the root of concern. She offered out a box of fries to them. "Fry?" Gerald happily accepted, taking a handful. "Thanks Sheriff Dawson," he said before eating one.






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Location: The Pack House
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Roman plopped down in his chair, resting the urge to swivel in it. He listened as Lillian laid out the plan for tonight's hunt. They would split the pack in half, with Serena leading one half and Lillian and Roman the other. It sounded like a good plan to him. The less time he had to spend with Serena, the better.

Roman opened his mouth to make a quip, but was promptly stopped by the sound of the door being kicked open behind him. He didn't need to swivel his chair to know that Willow, aka the Royal Bitch, had arrived. He thought it was a suiting name for her, in the literal definition of the word and the more insulting one. Willow took a seat next to Roman. He glared at her, though that did nothing to stop her grinning. "Hello handsome," she cooed. Roman growled in return, knowing that it wasn't much of a compliment coming from her. Pretty much any guy could have received the same greeting from her, regardless of his appearance.

As Lillian finished speaking, Willow set her arm across the back of his chair. He ignored it. Seduction would get her nowhere with him. He refrained rom glancing at his friend, Markus, who had dutifully interrupted the meeting along with the other Alpha. Roman wasn't sure what had compelled Markus to join Willow's pack. He'd never asked, as he didn't want their friendship to feel any tension because of it. Whatever the case, Roman as more focused on directing his distaste for the other pack at the Alpha herself.

"Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill? Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?" Willow chimed into the conversation as if she actually had a place in their pack. "Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." Roman commented, though he meant no ill will towards Markus. He decided not to comment on Willow's second remark.

The Royal Bitch proceeded to twirl a lock of his hair, which he again ignored. As much as he wanted to transform and bite her hand clean off, he was restraining himself for Lillian's sake. However, too much more of her crap and he might have to. "By all means... Don't listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?" She shot Roman a smile, which he responded to with a snarl. "All I know is... When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair. You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha." Roman stood swiftly, looking down at the still seated Willow. "You should take your own advice then," he growled at the other alpha. After all, she had only shown up with one other wolf. Two to three weren't the best or the worst odds ever, but they were still favourable to the group of three. He glanced at Lillian before looking back at Willow, as he was ready to strangle her.

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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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{ Location: Town, Woods, Pack House (1) || Interacting With: Willow, Roman, Serena, Lillian || Mentioned: Lisa, Levi }


Willow’s mind was clearly still back with her ‘Phantom’, Markus suspected, as it was taking her an extraordinary time for her to be digesting his response. Before he could make a sharp quip, and break the half-hearted promise the lopsided ‘x’ his mime had suggested earlier; his cellphone buzzed sullenly. Taking the distractive incentive, he pulled out his phone first to observe Lisa’s newest message with a narrow, but thoughtful gaze.

"Vampire leaving party to find victim elsewhere."

"Acknowledged."

Markus texted in return, short and simple. He wasn’t one to waste words in the first place, and secondly while it was a small, satisfactory win that the mere presence of a werewolf (or wolves) at the party had chased the bloodsucker off – he had nothing else to tell her. It was an annoying predicament to just ‘let one go’, but without proper back-up, and Markus remembered she’d never had to encounter a vampire on her own, Lisa did not need to be shoved into anything overtly dangerous right away.

He looked down as he shoved his phone back into his pocket, and met Willow’s gaze, as a smirk played across her lips when she pursed them checking the time on her phone this time, before she finally responded, “As much as I love that devious mind of yours, I believe we may have no choice but to arrive fashionably late.” Markus snorted roughly, as a mild form of ‘I told you so’ – playing on the pointed look he’d delivered to her earlier that evening. Her ‘Phantom’ had taken some (if not most) of the time up…

It did not take them long to reach the location of the meeting at the old (complete) pack’s house, and Willow turned to him with excitement, before speaking “Oh how I enjoy making an entrance.” “Ladies first,” Markus idly commented, as if she wasn’t going to take the lead anyway. She released his arm, and strutted forward towards the entrance – her sex appeal and dominance obvious, but doing little for him to be frank. He followed closely on her heels, but had shortened his strides as to not step on her.

Markus shut the kicked open door with the back of a heel in an idle movement, the wood banging shut with half as much as force Willow had originally exerted on it in opening it, but the sudden, explosive entrance had already been achieved. He appeared into the room, a second behind his Alpha, and slipped sideways to park himself, leaning against the wall directly behind both, Willow, where she’d sat down to ‘own’ the place, and his old friend, but still good surprisingly with the two pack’s misgivings between one another, Roman. There was other chairs available, but they were on the other side of the table near Lillian and Serena; and while he could have been hardly bothered taking a seat next to them, and watch their skins crawl in closer detail – as a dutiful wing-man, the wall was the better position to observe everyone and their body languages with equal intensity.

Lillian had wrapped up her little introduction spiel, and Willow’s silvery laugh rang out briefly, before she chimed into their conversation with ease – “Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill? Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?” It seemed to immediately work on Roman’s metaphorical hackles, as he commented back shortly, “Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood.”

Markus attentive eyes snapped towards the back of the other male’s head, his otherwise perpetually serious expression that often leads one to believe he either expects that you’re an idiot or is quite convinced that you already are, had a twisted smirk – that was more annoyed in the downturn of his lips, than his normal ‘resting face’ of exasperation with the world and it’s occupants. There was quite a far difference from being one of Willow’s ‘pets on a leash' or one of her 'pursuits’, than being her Beta, currently dutiful wing-man, and the wanting to kill each other on a daily basis to contend with as well; very different indeed, he'd have Roman know, but he remained silent.

His eyes slid away from the other male as quickly as he’d locked on originally, to re-observe Lillian (mostly) and Serena too, as Willow continued, “By all means… Don’t listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?” Smiling and twirling a lock of his hair, she elicited a snarl from Roman. “All I know is… When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair… You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian. If not, you’d be the only Alpha.”

Markus side-eyed his attention, ignoring the momentary inner surge of protectiveness, as Rome stood swiftly, growling out a statement in response to Willow’s obviously fur-ruffling chatter as he looked down at the still-seated Alpha, “You should take your own advice then.” Will could handle herself in the verbal battlefield, easily, he was well aware and hardly worried about that per say; even with the physical odds stacked more in favor of three over the two, they were only here to ‘mess with them’ and not in to stay for a ‘real’ fur-removing fight (not that he’d ever wished such an event to occur, unless absolutely necessary - he could fight, extremely well, but he wasn't eager for one). And Roman, could handle himself as well verbally with his sharp mouth and open hostility; and while he often wondered why he'd still chosen Lillian's pack with the issues of Serena being chosen as her Beta instead, and just so happened still keep their childhood friendship alive despite their pack differences - both of them really didn't need to lose fur and friendship over pack differences tonight, he suspected, idly.

His mouth twisted into half an idle but warning snarl, and had been combined with an oddly amused smile; as perhaps the most threatening chuckle rumbled up, very much like a growl, from deep within his chest. “Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Markus noted, as his normal expression fell make into place when the chuckle faded away. Not quite signaling Roman out specifically on the threat his last statement had veiled (and seemingly attempting to ignore him, much like the other was attempting to do as well), but intended it for the other Alpha (or Beta, he supposed) that he had kept most of his attention on… It was a delicate game, obviously.

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{ Location: Town, Hotel || Interacting With: Elisabeth Hill || Mentioned: N/A }


The hope for the rest of the evening to remain at a relative standstill, compared to how bombarding the day had been, had been misplaced, Nathaniel reflected. Maybe it was just too much of his good natured, new kid in town rubbing off on others; or merely a small town driven curiosity and eagerness at fault - who could honestly say? But after humoring the elderly hotel owner, smoking a single cigarette (while the other man had already consumed a handful, at least; by the smell of him) curled between his index and middle finger, leaning against the railing of the second floor of the hotel of his temporary ‘home’; he could only guess that in the end, he’d made another successful run at being ‘human’, yet again.

A surprise, but welcoming, distraction came from the night breeze gently whisking by his nose, causing a thoughtful frown to ease unto his maw as he pulled his cigarette away to catch a better waft of downwind heading his way. Nathaniel had eventually expected a visit from one of the coven members or their leader in the following night or so, but so soon after a brief visual encounter with someone he suspected to be another vampire and the fact that it had been more than enough that his scent would’ve still been around but an obvious trail would’ve dissipated (not that the oil and gas that had been underneath him would have helped much, or the current smoking). Huh, must be a hell of a scouter then, he figured.

“What is it?” The foreman grunted as he became aware, finally, to catch on that the seemingly younger man had ignored the steady winding conversation of some small town rumors, or myths, or something. It was endearing to watch as a new wariness set into the elder’s shoulders as he narrowed his eyes against the inky black of the night with muted streetlamps around, to fruitlessly see what he couldn’t and what had drawn the young doctor’s attention instead; he would’ve been just as dead if someone of the supernatural variety had been in the mood - pity, pity.

“Someone I was expecting.” Nathaniel replied evenly. It wasn’t technically a lie? “Oh,” The man mused, looking back with an odd expression on his face, that told the tale of thoughts going on in his head well enough – who on earth would you be expected at that time of night? Let him think what he wanted. “I’ll leave you too it then.” Nodding farewell and thanks for the cigarettes and ‘fine’ talk, the human was on his way back around the corner – heading for the elevator on the far side, as arthritis was probably playing up against him at his age. Leaving the youthful vampire alone thankfully and in silence once again.

Nathaniel reached up to absently rub at the old scars littered across his throat-line, hidden underneath the high necked blue sweater, while he patiently waited. It did not take long for the scent to develop stronger, and his own to likewise become more solid and apparent that he had not left this spot at the motel recently. But he remained in place until the distant but familiar flash of wavy brown hair caught his attention, probably being the girl from the café that was not too far away - even if this was called the edge of town (on this side at least; city growth had primarily headed the other direction(s) more apparently).

If he could see what he suspected to be her, and smell her; she could do the same likewise, and likely in greater detail in the sight aspect with the dusk-to-dawn spotlights glaring down above him and in front of his hotel room. It was then he turned, beeping the flimsy paper card to emit entry, Nathaniel disappeared into his room – but left the door open, and waiting. It would be best to have a talk indoors he figured in a town with werewolf packs running amok, it was only polite to offer.



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All the lights had been flicked on, and emitted a warm, soft glow - not as quite as nice as sunlight, so long ago, but it did well enough and better than talking to someone in the dark (how weird). "Good Evening...?" Nathaniel began lightly, inquisitively cautious but oozing genuine politeness. It'd been a certain stretch of time since he'd actually asked to settle with a coven, and not for his 'revenant' duties they sometimes sought him about for, but he knew or could suspect what she would be asking or wanting to know before going to their Coven Leader with the information gained - however, it was more proper to wait for questions to be asked first, before you 'blabbered' without given reason. He'd sat himself down in one of the two office chairs they'd somehow managed to squeeze into the room with a full or queen bed, and small offset that held the bathroom, closest, and generic coffee maker, leaving the other open, available, and at a fair enough distance from him if she even felt at ease enough in the presence of a loner and wanted to even sit at all.

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Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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"Walking and talking sounds good to me," he replied, looking at her. "Though I've gotta ask: what do you need from the herb shop?" She smiled, relieved that she wouldn't have to deal with an over populated house. "Herbs" She said with a smirk, she knew he wanted specifics but it was hard for her to explain what she'd need them for without giving herself up. She'd never had to explain it before and it was the only thing she wasn't prepared for. It couldn't be such a bad thing since there was a shop dedicated just for herbs in town. She saw Gerald jump a little as the Sheriff appeared in front of him and she couldn't help but smile.

"Everything is great! We were just headed to the herb shop. She chimed in linking her arm with Gerald's. "I'm glad to see you both are smart enough not to travel alone." Vivian nodded "Of course not, but Gerald was out alone before we met up here. Don't worry though, I thought him a lesson." She said with a smirk. She declined the offer of fries, she wasn't much for fried foods.




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Before she'd even finished she saw Willow enter the room followed by Markus. How she didn't sense them come in was beyond her. "Sacrifice the few to save the many, eh Lill?" Lilly growled and stood out of her seat. "Since when has it been a good idea to split up?... Haven't you seen any horror film... Ever?" Inside she wanted to attack but her mind knew that wouldn't be at all smart. It would start a useless battle, not to mention Willow was hundreds of years older then the rest of them. "Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." Roman spoke up before Lillian could open her mouth to defend her plans.

Willow proceeded to touch Roman's hair, playing with it. "By all means... Don't listen to me. After all, what could I possibly know?" She glanced at Roman, who didn't seem to happy either. "All I know is... When I plan to do more than scouting, I would never risk my pack by splitting them up. A unit is more powerful than a pair. You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha." Obviously that was more than Roman could handle silently before he stood "You should take your own advice then"

Finally Markus spoke, “Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Lillian turned to him "Roman! Sit down", She said without looking away from the pair "I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory. A true, respectable Alpha would never barge into another Alpha's territory without permission and especially not try and provoke a fight." She growled at Willow. She'd had enough of this bitch provoking her and making her question her own actions. She'd crossed their territory more times than Lillian could count.




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“And vampires shouldn’t be anywhere at all.” Julie gave her a fake hurt look but smirked "Too bad." Lucky for the wolf Julie hadn't planned past pinning her. Within the next few seconds the girl was out of her grasp and was running in the opposite direction. Julie had never actually seen a werewolf transform from human to wolf. She had to admit it was pretty impressive. She didn't have the energy to chase her down and kill her. It was time to find a new target, maybe she'd stop by the diner.

She began walking towards the diner slowly. Everyone she past on the street seemed to be paired with someone else. Not that she minded a two course meal it was just too much of a job for her at the moment. She'd have to kill the first quickly then chase down the second. Not to mention finding a discrete place to feed. [i]This day is getting more and more annoying by the second.[i] When she got to the diner she tried to open the door but it was locked. "Damn it! She said out loud. Lucky for her someone heard her, "Yea, she closed up about five minutes before you got here. I was coming up to get something to eat too but I saw her lock the door." Julie turned and smiled at the man "Late night snack?" she asked The man nodded "Yea, you wouldn't happen to know another place would ya?" Julie smiled "Sure I do, and I know a short cut." She replied walking down the street a few more feet before turning down an alley.

There was no way this guy was from around here. He'd know that this was the only diner that opened later than other restaurants. She lead him down the alley, far enough so they wouldn't be seen by anyone on the street but close enough for her to make a quick exit. Five minutes later she felt refreshed. She walked out of the alley and down the street whipping extra blood off of her face. It takes awhile for a vampire to learn how not to make a mess on themselves while feeding but for Julia it was easy.

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Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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"Well, you're the second person to give me a minor heart attack in the past few minutes, but I'll be ok." Gerald replied as Shane joined the pair. She laughed softly, returning his smile while using her free hand to pat on his shoulder. "Sorry... Didn't realize you were so easy to scare." Vivian caught the Sheriff's attention next as she spoke, linking arms with Gerald. "Everything is great! We were just headed to the herb shop." Shane's smile grew. She appreciated those in town who didn't think she was crazy or run in the other direction when she approached. "You'll have to let me know how it is. I've been meaning to stop by and see if they have insence or anything but... Cop duties." She shrugged her shoulders while laughing softly.

"Of course not, but Gerald was out alone before we met up here. Don't worry though, I thought him a lesson." Shane couldn't help but laugh at Vivian's response to her comment about them traveling the town together. She simply rolled her eyes. She knew Gerald knew better, but at least he got Viv to meet up with him. Shane snorted slightly when he took a handful of fries. "Thanks Sheriff" Gerald said followed by Viv politely declining. "I don't blame you... It's horrible for you. But I never have time to actually get a decent meal in a town like this."

With that Shane lightly patted Vivian's shoulder and nodded her head towards Gerald. "Have fun herb shopping. Stay safe and you have my number if you need me." She never wanted to intrude on someone's plans or anything. So she took her leave before making it awkward with her presence. It was always hard being Sheriff because most people walked on eggshells around her. They were always either freaked by her strange beliefs about the town or worried she'd arrest them at the drop of a hat. Sheriff was no doubt a lonely job, but someone had to do it.




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"Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." How rude. Willow thought to herself. It was one thing for someone to threaten her. She didn't care about threats on her own life but gearing it towards her pack and especially her Beta made her skin crawl. To the best of her knowledge Roman and Markus were friends. But that was definitely not a way to treat someone you call a friend. The words caused her to snap her hand away from the wolf, but left her gaze strong and intent on the pup.

Roman quickly shot up from his seat after her second comment.
"You should take your own advice then." Will quickly jumped to her feet, meeting Roman's gaze as she whispered beneath a growl. “You’re lucky I respect my Beta…. Because if not, I’d be wiping your entrails from the underside of my boots.” She loved how simple observations seemed to turn to threatening gestures from the other side. Typical. “Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?”

Lillian finally got her chance to speak, starting it off by yelling at her inferior pup and telling him to sit down, before turning her attention towards Will. "I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory. A true, respectable Alpha would never barge into another Alpha's territory without permission and especially not try and provoke a fight." Willow put up her hands innocently. "If I wanted a fight... I would have came with more back up." She then dropped her hands before taking a step towards Lill. "And you know damn well that this isn't your territory. We share Cherry Blossom... Or did you forget that?"

Willow took a step back as she realized the comment about being a 'respectable alpha.' She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth before biting on her bottom lip and nodding her head. "Maybe I'm not a respectable Alpha..." She said in a quiet, yet serious tone. "You all think I'm a bitch... But at least I'm not uptight, and I do not dictate over my pack." Will shrugged her shoulders as she walked back over towards Markus.

Pivoting on her heels she decided to leave on a final note.
"There will come a day Lill... Where you'll need our help. With us divided more of them will come, and you know I'm right." Will pointed at Lillian as she spoke. "Hate me all you want because in the end it's going to hurt you not me." Willow was the oldest wolf there, and she knew Lillian knew she was speaking truth. Sure, Will went there to ruffle feathers but there are more motives than just pissing off the other Alpha. And the advice she gave she meant whole heartedly.

With that Willow walked around her Beta and towards the door. She held it open for Markus as she walked through. "Don't come crying to me Lillian when half of your pack is dead because you didn't take my advice." Will didn't wait to see if Markus was following because if she knew he would be. After awhile of walking in silence, she slowed her pace so that she was in tune with him and looked towards him. "Who would have thought the day would come where they'd be the one throwing out the threats?" She then chuckled, shrugging her shoulders innocently. "Ok well threatening first... I simply gave advice and then all hell broke loose." She rolled her eyes. If there was ever a doubt in her mind why she left that pack, that instance right there was more than enough to reassure her.

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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Katherine "Rin" Jiang Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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Location: Streets and Hotel
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Elisabeth walked at a steady pace, so as not to seem in a hurry to get anywhere. Besides, there really was no hurry. She suspected she would come across the new vampire in due time, whether it be tonight or tomorrow. It wasn't very hard to find someone in Cherry Blossom, especially when they weren't trying to hide. His trail wasn't clear at first, but as she meandered around the streets she picked up on it. She continued along, his scent beginning to grow stronger as she approached the hotel.

She lifted her gaze from the sidewalks to the hotel as she continued down the street. The bright lights surrounded it, helping her to catch sight of the vampire and a human. She doubted either could see her given the glare of the lights. Likewise, she wouldn't have been able to see them had it not been for the lights. Her pace quickened to a brisk walk, so as to allow the other vampire to prepare himself and the human to leave. As she guessed, the human removed himself from the conversation the two appeared to be having. The vampire stayed put.

Elisabeth could now see him clearly as she approached. He looked young, about twenty or so should he be alive. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of having a member of the coven closer to her age. Rin had been 21 when she was turned, but the two years made all the difference. She could legally drink and was fully considered to be an adult. Elisabeth would never reach that age.

The other vampire left his post by the railing, entering his room. Elisabeth suspected that she was finally close enough for him to have seen her. She continued, glancing around. There were no humans in sight. The young vampire finally reached the hotel. She gingerly climbed the stairs, not wanting them to made any loud noises. Once at the top, she found an open door into Nathaniel's room. She tried to mentally prepare herself for whatever the conversation might hold. This was the first time she'd encountered a lone vampire since her time at Cherry Blossom. There had been a few others who'd joined in the past few years, but it was never her who went to meet them as they preferred staying in the woods until they knew they had the full protection of the coven. Then they would feel free to go into the town.

Come what may, Elisabeth thought as she entered the room. All of the lights were on, as if to welcome her. The room seemed overcrowded with furniture, however the functional bed and chairs were a welcome sight in comparison to her own home. Nathaniel sat in one of two offices chairs, the other a good distance away from him. "Good Evening...?" he greeted her. She noted his tone of voice. He was likely cautious of her, given that he was on the turf of a coven he didn't belong to. But at the same time he was genuinely welcoming her to the room.

"Good evening," she said in response as she took a seat in the other office chair. She quickly examined him. He seemed well mannered-- the opposite of Arthur. A soft smile crossed her lips as she began speaking. She had no ill will towards the other vampire and she wanted him to know that. She was merely curious as to he was and what he was doing in Cherry Blossom. "My name is Elisabeth. I'm part of Arthur's coven as I'm sure you have surmised." She paused wondering how to go about asking why he was here. "May I ask what has brought you to Cherry Blossom?" Despite wanting to be polite, she felt that her question still came off as being too direct. However, she was curious and was not in the mood for small talk.




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Location: Town
Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood and
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Gerald cringed a bit as Vivian mentioned that he had been walking alone. He really didn't want to hear a lecture from Sheriff Dawson about why he should walk with someone else. Thankfully, she didn't give him that lecture, opting to talk about the herb shop with Vivian. He really had no interest in herbs (unless they were on his food), but he would still accompany Vivian nonetheless.

He felt a bit bad for having eaten so many fries, but he was hungry for something other than theater popcorn. The Sheriff bi them good luck with herb shopping, reminding them that they had her number should they get into any trouble. Gerald didn't see how the two could possibly get into trouble while going to the herb shop. "Have a good night Sheriff!" he called after her.

Gerald looked back at his friend. "So, to the herb shop then? You'll have to lead the way, I have no idea where we're going," he admitted. He trusted that Vivian knew where she was going. Worst case scenario they use Google Maps or something to find it.




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Location: The Pack House
Interacting With: Lillian Smith, Serena Roberge,
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“You’re lucky I respect my Beta…. Because if not, I’d be wiping your entrails from the underside of my boots,” Willow commented. Roman snarled in response, but made no attempt to move toward or away from her. He'd probably lose in a fight against Willow, but he'd fight till the very end.

“Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Markus commented. Roman felt that this was directed towards him, but he had to admit his childhood friend was right. There was no sense in violence at the moment, though he never minded a good fight. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Roman! Sit down" Lillian commanded him shortly after Markus spoke. He rolled his eyes. Though he really didn't want to sit next to the Royal Bitch, there were no other chairs. He could sit on the ground, but he'd only look like a moody child put into time out then. Alternatively he could sit on the table, but that didn't seem like a very good option. He sat back down his chair, rolling it out of Willow's reach so that she wouldn't start touching him again.

He sat quietly as Lillian told Willow to leave. Willow in response had quite a few remarks about both of the packs and their respective alphas. Oh, pack politics. He never like them, but the pack needed a hierarchy lest they have an anarchy. Roman was somewhat surprised the coven had a hierarchy given that Arthur was the leader. He continued to stay quiet as Willow spoke, though he would love to throw in his thoughts. However, he felt that Lillian could handle herself well enough and that any more words or actions from Roman would lead her to take her anger out on him.

After Willow and Markus left, Roman looked at his friend. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. He had enough sense to know there was truth in Willow's words, especially about the threat to both packs regarding the vampires. Perhaps someday they would team up to take out the coven, but today was not that day. He leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. This night was not going well for him.

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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Lisa Ericson Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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{ Location: Pack House (1), Woods, Town, City streets near Party || Interacting With: Willow, Roman, Serena, Lillian || Mentioned: Lisa, Levi }


"Roman! Sit down,” Lillian finally snapped, and for a moment Markus felt her gaze focus sharply on both Willow and Roman (and by extension himself, further back) – he returned the look in unblinking challenge, but noted out of the corner of his eyes, his friend rolling his eyes but obliging his Alpha’s command to sit back down in his chair, but wisely scooting further away from Willow’s reach.

"I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory,” A warning growl rumbled deep within Markus’ chest at Lillian’s comment, though no snarl graced his frowned lips yet. An Alpha of Alpha-bloodlines, while Willow was hardly perfect (except in being a pain in the ass, he could – and would willingly – attest to that), was still far better than an inferior runt, that had to fight for any position in the pack – let alone the elders that had gone to her pack, choosing her for the Alpha position out of all those eligible, seemed rather silly, if not sad. Thank you very much.

Lillian continued, in a growl echoing his own, turning her full attention to Willow – telling them to leave (as if they had planned on staying anyway?). Willow in response had her remarks in turn sharp, well organized, and subtly pointed in the way she dished them out as well. Certainty the plan was working brilliantly to undermine Lillian in front of her own pack’s hierarchy, ruffling feathers and raising hackles galore; but the advice Will was giving out was genuine, whether or not the younger female took note of it and saved wolf lives – fei.

It wasn’t long before the conversation winded to an abrupt halt, as Willow made her exit around Markus into the entry hall and towards the door, and only then did he move off the wall, with his watchful eyes flick away from Lillian and Serena, and dutifully followed. Taking good care to make sure the door slammed shut tight, and loud, on his way out.

After some stretch of silence, Willow broke it first as she slowed her commanding pace and due back beside him, "Who would have thought the day would come where they'd be the one throwing out the threats?” Markus snorted in mild laughter at her chuckled comments and the ‘innocent’ shoulder shrugging, and responded in drawling exaggeration in turn, “Uh-huh, and you’re sure it isn’t your sparkling reputation with the male population being a little topsy-turvy?” He finished, rolling his eyes. She’d certainly turned over a new leaf, between her encounter with her ‘Phantom’ to Roman.

“Ok well threatening first... I simply gave advice and then all hell broke loose." Markus looked thoughtful at that, and his next words, answers and responses, were honest without joking, as he continued, “We’re getting somewhere, I suppose. Or they’re getting smart enough to buff threats back at simple feather ruffling?” He paused, snorting. Right. We’re they getting smarter, or was it just Willow’s topsy-turvy sparkling reputation with the boy’s? Huh? “Eventually, Lillian will crack under the pressure and make a mistake – wolves may be unfortunately lost, or we may gain a few to our ranks once they see the reason too… Either way, we still crashed the party fashionably late, and have ruined the rest of the night (if not frazzling their Alpha). Not awful time spent…”

Even though the pack house was out located in the woods, away from the town to keep away from humans readily finding it, it didn’t take long to get back to town either (when you knew the right path to take). But on the streets of Cherry Blossom, far too close to the house party – still going strong, with its obscenely loud music – Markus froze, reaching out his hand to grasp Willow’s elbow in a gentle but solid grip, more as an attention-grabber than of protectiveness, as he rolled his forward momentum to a stop. The already disgustingly fresh scent of a bloodsucker passing by was obvious enough, but more alarmingly one of their own pack – Lisa’s scent – was intertwined within a brief encounter.

Dammit Lisa. He remembered specifically not telling her anything about going after the vampire, even if it was an annoying predicament to just ‘let one go’. She had no proper back-up, hadn’t had to ever encounter one on her own, and hell bell’s it was dangerous period. Markus teeth clicked in annoyance, as he glanced down to Willow and released his grip (assuming she’d had a chance for herself, to recognize the scents and situation at hand) - his eyes frustratedly worried, even though well hidden by his general exasperation with the world.

“We’ll need to go find her, and make sure she didn’t get injured.” Markus stated, reasonably. After that? It was up to Will, but he wouldn’t mind some much needed hunting to be fitted in before the night grew late – especially if the bloodsucker had managed to hurt Lisa, even if she had been being an idiot.

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{ Location: Nathaniel's Hotel Room || Interacting With: Elisabeth Hill || Mentioned: Arthur Madden }


“Good evening.” Came the female’s response, as she took the seat in the other office chair, and Nathaniel took the time to observe her further in like-minded interest while she gathered her own thoughts and the questions to ask him. She wasn’t much older than him physically he could readily tell, between the ages of 18-20 he could only assume. Her immortal age, however, was much harder to gauge – especially when every young monster eventually got to the point of having old souls reflected in their eyes, period. Otherwise she seemed to be a calm, cool-headed, and collected individual, quite unlike the stories he’d heard thus far on the road about her coven leader

“My name is Elisabeth. I’m part of Arthur’s coven as I’m sure you have surmised… May I ask what has brought you to Cherry Blossom?”

Nathaniel blinked. The soft smile had already been disarming in itself, even if it was only meant as a kind if curious gesture he noted. Like that quote that could explain it so well, oh – Most species bare their teeth as a threat, a display of aggression, of leadership. It is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat. I want you to remember this the next time I smile. Or something of that sort? Either way, super naturals weren’t much different in that regards, even a flat-toothed grin could hold another meaning (not that that he figured this meeting would go sour in such a way, but cautious thoughts always got the better of him in new locations and on different turf – you couldn’t quite blame him either about it).

But now, the lack of small talk and jumping straight to the point without beating about the bush, was another amusing turn of hand. Well, he could have even called it a blessing, after far too many other times joining in covens and their lengthy processes. Huh, how refreshing.

Nathaniel smiled gently, and with the echo of laughter on his breath, he mused in response, “If I’m allowed to be so frank, it is a pleasure, Elisabeth, and my name is Searus, Nathaniel.” He paused briefly then, looking thoughtful momentarily for a response to her next statement. It didn’t take long to create a short answer, for a long story of having seen action against werewolves and witches at one point or another in his lifetime, but having probably killed more of his own kind that had broken the codes than he’d ever cared to admit. “I’m here in Cherry Blossom looking to join Arthur’s coven. One that I hope won’t be needing or looking to use my Revenant abilities anytime soon.” It was the honest, if ugly truth. Nathaniel had grown tired of hurting, and perhaps a coven with one so ‘wild’ as Arthur leading them would hide him from having other covens come asking for him to finish up their dirty work for a time. He could hope anyway?

Nathaniel continued, smile still intact though the brief surge of amusement had faded, “I already have acquired a job as a Junior Medical Staff at the small Hospital here in Cherry Blossom, and these accommodations have already been paid out for this week. Thus, as the codes permit, I will not poach and will leave if that is ultimately Arthur’s or his seconds’ decision(s).” They were simple statements, that were by in large sweet, to the point, and naked without the small talk ‘hiding’ them per say; but they were better said than not, he figured, as he was expanding slightly without being asked from her original, partially blunt-ended question. “Is there anything else you’d want to know?”

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Character Portrait: Meredith Lagrange Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Shane Dawson Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales
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Lilly was getting sick of Willow, more times then not she was just being a bitch but this time Lillian knew she was right. They wouldn't get rid of the vamps for good unless they were a whole pack again. However that wouldn't happen, that would only start another fight over the Alpha position. Willow was much older than most wolves, being a former elder and all was her advantage. Lilly had worked hard to be Alpha, to earn respect and she'd be damned if she would live under an Alpha who relentlessly reminded her of the fact that she was a runt and undermined her.

She tossed her chair into the wall closest to her "She constantly does this to me. Throwing salt on wounds I thought I closed a long time ago, She yelled referring to her being a runt. It was hard for her even now to control her pack, which was why she dictated so much over her pack. She was strict to form respect for her. "Roman, you are in charge. Do not go on the hunt without me. I'm going for a run. She said and walked out the room before anything else could be said.

Once outside she took off shifting as she went. Running was one of the only things that could calm her down and help clear her head. The wind in her fur felt so freeing from her worries, sometimes she wished she could stay a wolf forever but her pack needed her.





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"Goodnight Sheriff! Vivian smiled and waved. The sheriff was great at her job but in this town she was in over her head. Human vs vampire wasn't a fair match and everyone knew it. [color=]"So, to the herb shop then? You'll have to lead the way, I have no idea where we're going,"[/color] She smiled at him and nodded, she'd almost forgot where they were going. [colro=357A61]"I'll lead the way.[[/color] She joked and began walking down the sidewalk. She'd been in the herb shop so many times Meredith probably knows what she would need without asking.







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It was time to go home, dog smell was beginning to fill the streets and it wasn't safe. Not to mention she'd been out for way to long. The wolves had to have sensed her and may have been on the hunt by now. At least she was able to get herself fed before the night was over, which made her wonder how others in the coven had done in their hunt. Most of the other's brought the humans back to the main house for the rest of the coven who were unsuccessful but Julia didn't much care. If you can't hunt for yourself tough shit, it was the same for her as well. If she couldn't hunt for herself she just wouldn't eat until she was successful.

Her apartment was outside town lines, where the wolves couldn't get to them. She would like to live in town but they would have to wait until the wolves killed each other off. It took a while to get back home but she made it. She shut her curtains, uncertain as to why she'd opened them int he first place and jumped right into bed.

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"We should split up. Serena, you should take half of our scouts and fighters and I will take the other half. Roman you'll be with me. We shouldn't need too many scouters or hunters, just enough for each group to be able to fight one or two vamps. Also if one group get's ambushed the other will have wolves who aren't injured." While Lillian was still talking Serena’s eyes were drawn to the door as it was kicked open by Willow and shut again by Markus. Serena, truthfully, had nothing personally against Willow. When Serena had first moved in with Willow and her father Willow had tried to befriend Serena but, due to her volatile state, it ended quite badly. Ever since Willow had seen Serena as an enemy. The time that Serena spent with Willow’s father definatly didn’t help the situation, nor did Lillian and Serena’s friendship but the thing that nailed the coffin shut was the beta choosing Serena to be his Delta rather than Willow. Either way somehow a rivalry had started between the two that Serena hadn’t even been aware of until the pack split.

"Well, we could always sacrifice you and your pet. I hear vampires like the taste of werewolf blood." With Roman’s outburst Serena’s attention snapped back to the current conversation. With a frown Serena sat up and shook her head a bit, fully realizing that spacing out wasn’t like her. Serena let her gaze move to Markus, her eyes narrowing when their gazes briefly met. Markus and Serena didn’t have much of a relationship as far as she was concerned but he would be her competition for beta if the two packs ever combined and being Beta had been the only goal in her life since her recovery. “You better than anyone should know the effectiveness of a group with a strong will, Lillian... If not, you'd be the only Alpha.” Serena’s eyes drifted over to Willow at her statement, her eyes staying on the other girl even as Roman sprung up from his chair. "You should take your own advice then.” Serena chuckled a bit at Roman’s outburst, especially when Willow’s expression turned sour and she jumped up. “You’re lucky I respect my Beta…. Because if not, I’d be wiping your entrails from the underside of my boots.” At the comment Serena’s smirk was gone. While she and Roman had issues he was a part of the pack and threats were something Serena had never taken lightly.

“Must simple observations and idle chit-chat really delve into the threat of violence?” Serena looked over to Lillian to see her reaction on the situation just as her Alpha snapped at Roman. "Roman! Sit down! I suggest you and your so-called Alpha leave our territory. A true, respectable Alpha would never barge into another Alpha's territory without permission and especially not try and provoke a fight." At Willow’s innocent act Serena focused back on the girl, rolling her eyes. "If I wanted a fight... I would have came with more back up." As Willow took a step towards Lillian Serena’s eye went from uncaring to ice cold and she tensed, ready to move in an instant. "And you know damn well that this isn't your territory. We share Cherry Blossom... Or did you forget that?" As Willow stepped back Serena finally spoke. “You know as well as I do that she meant our pack’s base, not Cherry Blossom. The town belongs to both packs but our bases are our own territory. If we barged into your home then you would be just as annoyed.”

"Maybe I'm not a respectable Alpha… You all think I'm a bitch... But at least I'm not uptight, and I do not dictate over my pack." Willow shrugged and walked back towards Markus and Serena relaxed back into her seat. Now that the Willow had backed off Serena knew she would only say her little speech and leave so Serena zoned it out. Moving her gaze to watch Roman and Markus Serena noted the tension in both of them and also Roman’s hesitance to speak. Once they were gone Serena didn’t even need to look over to know that the crash was Lillian’s chair. "She constantly does this to me. Throwing salt on wounds I thought I closed a long time ago” Serena looked over at the chair with narrowed eyes. “God Dammit Lily, Another Chair?!” "Roman, you are in charge. Do not go on the hunt without me. I'm going for a run.” Serena looked over at Lillian as she walked out of the room before looking at Roman, her hand slipping into her pocket to rest on the envelope, causing her to flinch and look away from Roman. “I can’t deal with any shit from you right now Roman. I’ll be upstairs, call me when Lillian gets back.” With that Serena quickly escaped to what had been her bedroom and locked herself inside.

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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Nathaniel Searus Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders
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Location: Hotel Room
Interacting With: Nathaniel Searus
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“If I’m allowed to be so frank, it is a pleasure, Elisabeth, and my name is Searus, Nathaniel,” the other vampire introduced himself. She was thankful that he was quite civil in his speech, a contrast to how Arthur could be.

“I’m here in Cherry Blossom looking to join Arthur’s coven. One that I hope won’t be needing or looking to use my Revenant abilities anytime soon.” Elisabeth couldn't help but be intrigued as Nathaniel decided to share that he was a gifted vampire such as herself. Though she was curious as to what sort of ability he possessed-- given that those in the coven had quite a variety of them-- she did not ask. It was Arthur's right to know first what ability this other vampire possessed. She could always ask him a later time should he be accepted into the coven.

She remained quiet as he continued, telling her of his job at the hospital and promising to uphold the codes by which vampires were supposed to live. Elisabeth hadn't been expecting him to mention any of these things, but didn't mind that he did. She wondered briefly what it must be like to work in a hospital when you fed on blood, but her thoughts of this disappeared as Nathaniel asked her a question. “Is there anything else you’d want to know?”

Elisabeth shook her head before answering orally. "No, what you've told me will suffice. I'll let Arthur know that you wish to be a part of the coven." She rose from her seat, preparing to leave after their brief conversation. "He'll come by here tomorrow night to speak with you." Truthfully, she couldn't actually promise that Arthur would do that. He might have his own plans and want to sit in a pub all day instead of meeting Nathaniel. However, something told Elisabeth that she could get Arthur to stop drinking or fighting long enough to let the new vampire into the coven. The coven leader and its youngest member were quite close, having a sibling like relationship.

"Goodnight Nathaniel," Elisabeth said with a kind smile as she left the room. She closed the door gently behind herself before departing the town in favour of her home in the woods.




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Location: Town
Interacting With: Vivian Greenwood
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"I'll lead the way," Vivian joked. Gerald moved his arms to side, gesturing for her to lead the way before following after her. He again wondered what she could need from the herb shop, but figured she was probably getting herbs for on food or tea.

Did they sell tea at herb shops? He really didn't know. If they did, he'd have to remember which kind she got so he could buy it for her birthday. He knew she liked tea, so it seemed like a good gift to him. Tea and a book-- yes, that would be a good combination! He smiled to himself as they continued to walk, thinking of how happy his friend would be when she eventually received these presents that he had yet to purchase.




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Location: The Pack House
Interacting With: Lillian Smith and Serena
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Mentioned: Willow Sanders

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Roman remained quiet as his friend spoke, throwing her chair against the wall. He cringed a bit, knowing that he would be the one to fix any damages done. "Roman, you are in charge. Do not go on the hunt without me. I'm going for a run." She abruptly left before the Beta or the Delta could ask her if she'd misspoken. Truthfully, the young man thought Lillian had said the wrong name in her distress. He didn't see any reason why he should be in charge over Serena.

He looked over at Serena, who had been looking at him but by chance turned away almost immediately after he'd looked at her. “I can’t deal with any shit from you right now Roman. I’ll be upstairs, call me when Lillian gets back.” Serena soon left the room as well, leaving poor Roman to pick up the pieces of what had just happened.

"I wasn't going to say anything," he mumbled to himself, looking at the fallen chair across the table from him. The chair itself had managed to stay intact, though it might be unsafe to actually sit in. The wall had a nice dent in it from where the chair had struck it. He would deal with the wall later. He crossed the room and righted the chair, switching it with the one Willow had sat herself down in. This way, should the chair end up collapsing when someone sat in it, it wouldn't be him, Serena, or Lillian. Maybe it would collapse when Willow sat on it the next time she decided to barge in on their meeting.

With the meeting room looking presentable, Roman left and sat in the living room. All he could do now was wait for members of the pack to turn up and for Lillian to come back. It probably wouldn't be of any use to try an talk to Serena at the moment, given that she seemed angry at him. He sighed. I could use a beer.

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Levi found himself knuckles deep into a beautifully crafted Reuben sandwich and crispy potato wedges when the smell to which he'd originally thought was Willow, entered the room. He didn't turn, Willow didn't need any acknowledgement where he was concerned. And if he were honest, he wanted to keep her guessing. She was one that the entire room would turn her direction so he made it a point not to. Instead, as the door opened and the woman entered, the scent was completely different. She was a wolf for sure and an Alpha, but not, Willow. For one thing, she didn't outright say anything, she ordered.

However she did turn to him and Levi gave a smirk. "I knew this day was coming..." He said, before wiping his mouth with a napkin and taking a sip of his soda. He cleared his throat and turned to the woman. He noticed, that she had round eyes, almost like a doll, but they were keen. If there was any doubts in his mind -which there weren't- that would have proved that she was not only a wolf, but an Alpha and he was almost sure as to why she was here. and it wasn't for the coffee.

"You must be, Lillian?" He said and no sooner did he speak, he felt her. Like a lovers kiss, her mere present tantalizing his senses. She had a bike, of course she had a bike. Why wouldn't she? It wasn't like she was subtle in anyway. He didn't turn as she entered, lest he never hear the end of it, but he did catch her in the corner of his eye. Walking up to the counter with all the swagger her hips could sway.

Damn that woman, and her wolfish grin. She leaned up on the counter, not saying a word to him, but taking a seat opposite him, and Lillain, Her rival.

"Hey Luci! How's my favorite waitress doing?" She said, and Levi, needing a moment to catch on, saw his mother's hand peek out from behind the cook station. Luci--Wait, My Luci? He thought with wide eyes before a feather soft finger danced up his arm. He wasn't really the type but his wolf wanted very much to take her then and there. It was good thing a full moon was far enough away that he could handle the ache she gave him.

As if to try to further that thought, she gave him that wicked grin again, and he looked at her, turning only his head. Not to be rude to the lady he'd just struck up a conversation with.
"How's my phantom?"

Ghost grinned. "I don't think I've crossed that bridge just yet." He said, his voice had a growl to it that he wasn't prepared for.

Thankfully, for the both of them, she turned her attention Lillian and spoke a few words that made his hair stand on in. Wolves were hurt...That's why Lillain was here. He knew she'd try to recruit him, it was an Alpha's job, women especially, to grow their pack but now, there would be an aire of desperation. What the hell happened?

It was then that his mother came out, her hand holding a tray with expert precision, and walked right up to Willow. "Here you go, Love, you're favorite."

In an instant, his mother manged to suck the tension -sexually and all- right out of the room with a smile and a few words.

"You know her?" Levi asked. His mother narrowed her eyes. "Of course, I do, I've lived in this town for ages, Ghost, I know everyone." She said and Levi cleared his thought. Sure, she knew everyone, but they didn't know him. What if someone tried something, He had to make his presence known, He couldn't be the loner he'd always been, his mother's safety was at risk. His mother was human, Wolf and Vamp alike wouldn't know that she was his mother, so if they got it into their heads that she would make a meal, especially since she seemed to think she was safe, things could get ugly.

"Ah, well," He said, and then thought, she should be safe then. if everyone knew her, they couldn't hate her. It was hard to even be mad at her for too long, especially now that she was better. and with her being friendly with Willow.
Sexual Tension and blue balls aside, that probably would make her even safer.

"You two, know each other?" His mother asked with a knowing smile. "Oh welcome to hell..." He said under his breath. "Yes, we've met, Mom." He said. He was trapped between three women, all and no where to go.

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Character Portrait: Elisabeth Hill Character Portrait: Gerald Andrews Character Portrait: Serena Roberge Character Portrait: Levi Winters Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Lillian Smith Character Portrait: Arthur Madden Character Portrait: Roman Kingsley Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders
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Location: Cafe ---> Julia's House
Interacting With: Julia Sinclair
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Tonight was one of the nights where Elisabeth did not have to close the cafe. Thus, she left as the sun began its descent. Arthur had assigned her a Julia to search for witches in the town. How he knew there were witches at all was beyond her and she even considered the possibility he'd just been too drunk and thought he sensed witches. It wouldn't be beyond him. But he was the coven leader and what he said (usually) was what was done. So now the young vampire was tasked with finding these mysterious witches and also tasked with trying to get along with Julia while doing it.

The two rarely saw eye to eye on things, but nonetheless Elisabeth respected her as she was Elisabeth's elder. The young vampire let out a sigh as she walked. She did not own any mode of transportation other than her own two feet (unless you counted her telekinetic abilities, though they were unacceptable to use in most cases). Though her parents had taught her the basics of driving, she hadn't lived long enough to put what she learned into action. She wasn't confident in her ability to drive and thus never bothered to try. A bicycle wasn't a bad option, but truthfully she didn't mind just walking everywhere. It was relaxing to her.

Elisabeth arrived at Julia's home and knocked on her door. "Julia?" she called to the other vampire. She highly doubted that the blonde was at her job right now, given that she had coven tasks to attend to.

As she waited for a response, Elisabeth briefly thought about what the pair would do. How did one find a witch? She had been told that witches looked and smelled like humans and thus finding them using appearance or scent would be impossible. Unless they stumbled upon one casting a spell or something she highly doubted the process would be easy. Plus, how would one incapacitate a witch? Were they allergic to anything? Were their bodies as fragile as humans? Elisabeth had absolutely no idea, as she'd only met one witch in her sixty-two years of being on this earth. The witch she had met was a lovely young woman who had briefly hosted Elisabeth and the one who turned her while they were traveling to Cherry Blossom. Based on this experience, Elisabeth held no ill will towards witches though she knew that not every witch was bound to be nice.




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Location: Library
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Mentioned: Vivian Greenwood

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Gerald had enjoyed a day of reading in the library. There really was nothing else for him to do considering he was still looking for a job and so he spent his days indulging in reading, movies, video games, and being with friends. It was enjoyable, but he knew he really needed to get a job. He was only 20, but it wasn't like he was a kid anymore. He had responsibilities and one of them was to have an income.

Resisting the urge to put his feet up on the table, he leaned back on his chair until only the back two legs touched the ground. He'd heard countless warnings from teachers, friends, and parents not to lean back so far, but he still did it nonetheless. It was a habit of his. He flipped to the next page of the book.

Gerald had always been able to read quickly. This was his second book for the day and he was three chapters from the end. Fifty-three more pages and he would be done with it. Once that happened he had no specific plans, though he might go somewhere to eat before returning home. Maybe he'd ask Vivian if she wanted to go to dinner with him. He knew she lived alone and thought she must get lonely.




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Location: Serena's House
Interacting With: Serena Roberge (texting)
Mentioned: Lillian Smith, Willow
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Roman climbed out of his car, closing the door and locking it once he was out of it. It was no Ferrari, but at least it wasn't a complete piece of crap like his last car. He walked around it and proceeded up to Serena's house. He wouldn't normally stop by, but given the less than spectacular results of the hunt a couple of days ago, he wanted to pay her a visit. She and a few other wolves had been injured during the hunt, but thankfully no one was killed or seriously injured. He was genuinely concerned about her well being (though he wouldn't admit because he was a stubborn dog), as it would be no good to have a dead Beta. He was sure the Royal Bitch would have a field day if that happened. So while he was her to make sure she was healing, he was also here for Lillian's sake.

Both he and Serena knew how tense Lillian was now a days, no doubt the result of being an Alpha. To have a and hunt on the same night as an intrusion from Willow were dual stress factors Lillian didn't need. Thus, Roman was going to suggest to Serena that her two best friends, despite their differences, should take her on a night out. He wasn't sure if Serena would agree and even if she did there was the problem of getting Lillian to agree as well. But the Delta would be taking one hurdle at a time.

However, he was in for a surprise upon reaching her front door. A note, closed, was taped to the door. Before he even processed what he was doing, Roman ripped the note from the door in one swift motion. He did not hesitate to open it, though in the back of his mind he knew it definitely wasn't intended for him and thus was not his to read. But his impulse had taken over and he found himself reading Serena's letter to Lillian.


Dear Lily,
I know that this isn't going to mean much but I'm really sorry. I truly wish that I didn't have to leave but it's the only way to keep everyone safe. I don't know how long I'll be gone but I know you'll be in good hands with Roman as your Beta. Please don't be mad, I can't tell you where I'm going or why I'm leaving but I hope I can come back soon. I know you'll want to but please don't come after me, I don't want you getting caught up in this. Lastly, I know you're about to start pacing so sit the fuck down.
With Love, Serena


Well shit. Roman was about to start pacing at this point, panic filling his mind. What had caused Serena to just pack up and leave like this? What was this threat she was scared of telling Lillian about? How long had she been gone? Resisting the urge to pace or to destroy something, he let out a deep sigh to clear his mind.

There was no way he was telling Lillian about the note... yet. She had mentioned something about a new wolf in town and looking to recruit him before Willow did. If that was the case, she was probably busy right now and wouldn't appreciate him barging in on whatever conversation she was having. So for now, as far as his friend knew, he was just going about his own business. He would only alert her to the situation if he couldn't find Serena.

With that being said, Roman prayed to whatever god there may be out there that Serena was still lingering around town. While he could have tracked her scent, it would be somewhat difficult since she had taken her car. After getting back into his own car, he pulled out his phone to text her. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he thought about how he should word his text. After a few moments of thought he sent her a text: Hey, where are you? I have food. It was casual enough and not terribly odd for him to offer food to any of the other wolves. Everyone loved food and everyone had to eat food-- it was a good conversation starter. Plus he always bought more food than he actually needed and didn't mind giving what he didn't need to others in the pack.