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xxxW I L L O W x O C T A V I A x S A N D E R S
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx• x" I am the alpha and omega "x •

"You may find me unorthodox, but that's ok... I like it."
- Willow Sanders

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n i c k n a m e s x // x will , tavia , alpha

a c t u a l x a g e x // xtwenty-six

p h y s i c a l x a g e x // xone hundred and seven

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xheterosexual

o r i g i n x // xcherry blossom

s p e c i e s x // xwerewolf

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D E M E A N O R

h e i g h t x // x5 ' 6 "

w e i g h t x // x130 lbs

h a i r x // xWill has long golden blonde hair that goes several inches past her shoulders. It has a natural wave to it somedays it is more curly while others it lays more flat.

e y e s x // xHer eyes are an ice blue surrounded in a deeper grey blue. But when she is about to shit her eyes change to a deep golden yellow.

o d d i t i e s x // xWill is covered in numerous tattoos including an under breast design, moon phases and a wolf sleeve. She also has many scars including an "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 and over 5 slashes 1in long in center of back and chest.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWillow is unique beauty that has a habit of standing out in a crowd without trying. She has a heart shaped face that accents her catlike eyes and piercing gaze. She has a natural sultry sex appeal to her that attracts many partially because when she walks around she carries herself in a predator like and self confident manner.

Part of her attractiveness is how she dresses. Willow will not leave her home without dressing the best she can. She always wears clothes that perfectly accentuate her figure. Between the way she carries herself and dresses some even confuse her for a vampire when they do not know any better.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
• x seductive x • x stubborn x • x flirtatious x • x short tempered x •

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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H I S T O R Y

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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Willow Octavia Sanders's Story

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#2017-02-15 05:58:59, as written by thehalfbreed443

Lilly Smith

The moon was just coming up, you couldn't see it just yet but Lilly could feel it. It wasn't quite a full moon but it was close. She spent all day training, she didn't want to be bothered today. For her it was the anniversary of her brothers never speaking to her kindly again. For other werewolves it was the same, families broken to shreds, friendships shattered. For the vampires it was a semi-glorious day, with the packs on the cusp of war they had opportunities to invade the town. For the humans it was just another day.

Taking a break from her running she sat at the edge of a small creek and watched the fish swim by. She let her mind go blank, something she never does. It was nice to have a few minutes without a care int he world. Lucky fish. You only have to worry about not dying and reproducing With a heavy sigh she stood, whipped off her jean shorts and began running her way pack to the pack house.

Not only was this a sad day but a happy one. She had become Alpha on this day and she worked hard for it. It was a time for grief and celebration. She ran faster, her breathing not affected at all. She wasn't much for celebration but some of the pack members came up with the idea and she didn't want to be a downer. She made it to the pack house and there was music already playing. More people had shown up than she thought, she slowed to a stop and walked the rest of the way to the door. Before she could open it Hanna, an omega, opened the door with a huge smile. "The guest of honor has arrived!" the girl yelled over the music causing everyone to yell in return. She was already regretting this.

Vivian Greenwood
In her usual spot, at the only diner in town. Anyone who worked there pretty much knew her, knew what she was going to order, and knew when she would come in. They pretty much knew her routine, so much so that that night her order was already at her usual table. She turned to the waitress behind the counter and smiled, "I had to make a darling couple move tables to make room for ya, sweetheart." The woman said in a southern accent. Vivian had known the woman since she arrived in town, she half expected her accent to be gone by now but she grew to enjoy it. She sat the booth and scooted close to the window so she was sitting diagonally and pulled out her book she recently bought from the bookstore.

She opened the book and took out the marker setting it on the table and began reading. She didn't bother touching her food and no one bothered asking her if she still wanted it. She would spend so long reading before she even touched her food. Once she sat there for exactly 4 hours and twenty-five minutes just reading, her food untouched, the waitresses had made a bet to see how long it would take her to even look at the food.

Julie Sinclair
Julie had slept all day, something she normally does when the sun is out. Some people would just watch tv or movies but Julie doesn't even own a tv. She doesn't like the new technology being born hundreds of years ago. The only thing 'new' that she has is a cellphone but it is the most basic phone, she only got it so she could keep in touch with the others int he coven and some friends and her boss. Tonight she had to work, she was a stripper and she was the clubs most popular dancer besides the youngest girl there because some guys are perverts. Unfortunately, the sun was still up so she would still have to wait in her apartment.

Once the sun was gone she was free to roam the town, this was one of the only bad thing about being a vampire and she hated it. She got dressed and was on her way. Normally on her way to work she dressed in normal clothes jeans and t shirts but tonight she felt a little racy so instead she wore a plain black mini dress and heels. She liked to stir up trouble in town especially with the women who hated her and what she did for a living, it was her daily joy in life besides murdering witches and drinking from humans.

She got to work, late which her boss wasn't happy about but she didn't care. He didn't yell at her like he would have done with the other girl because she was not the type to take his shit plus she was popular so she got a little more leeway. She made her way to the dressing room waving hello to the bartender and a few of her work friends. The club was packed tonight which was nice for her and the girls. She liked when it was packed, about half her customers wanted private dances and that was when she would drink from them. She didn't kill them because that would give her away but some have had to go to the hospital from her drinking a little too much.

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#2017-02-20 17:59:18, as written by listentothetimpani

E. Markus Bales
{ Location: Daycare Center, Home || Outfit || #A65200 }

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 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) 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 on the outskirts of town… Markus started awake as his phone suddenly thrilled loudly an 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 few minutes before a brief dinner and his pack-mates started meandering into his and his parents’ home in varying waves depending on when school let out, or their means of employment’s letting out, for the scheduled hunt this evening. He stretched idly to fetch the phone buried underneath a pillow, scowling at the time, which was just under a 30 minute nap, which wasn’t awful; and then at the blighted text message that had awoken him up in the first place, and blighted may have been a far kinder word than he really wanted to think about it being groggy from sleep and general exasperation with the world. The hunt wasn’t scheduled at a set-time, but more so as a general agreement of getting there around the settling of dusk to dark, it wasn’t that hard, honestly. He snarled under-breath to himself, but forced a terse texted reply of “Yes” in response to the message asking if they could start to head over now, pft. With that taken care of, Markus threw the covers, shoving 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 go down the stairs and wait for everyone’s arrival shortly.

Charles A. Greyson
{ Location: Dance Studio, Diner || Outfit || #929292 }

“Alright, man, well we’ll see you next week.” “Goodbye, Thanks!” “Good luck running the joint, Adios~” Charles gave a radiant grin, shrugging as he bobbed his head friendly in farewell to the handful of his co-workers and boss that had decided that everyone would be getting the time off to go on a vacation together, to run amuck in the free time they had in the big city far outside of Cherry Blossom’s boundaries, window shopping to their hearts content, hanging around in the many hot spots that littered there, or grabbing a bite in the hundreds of restaurants and bistros dotting across the map. He’d declined on going himself on such a notion of careless frivolity, of just doing water, consequences be dammed; and had simply offered to stay behind, and take on the few more classes of various dance and yoga to cover the slack, and keep patrons happy, while everyone else was gone for the week for the unplanned, spur-of-the-moment vacation. Really, truth be told, Charles tended to avoid such events, even when invited out or under extreme duress from his few friends. Well, that might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but the point remained that he was certainly more comfortable (than even some of the born locals, given recent events) keeping his own two feet on the ground in Cherry Blossom – regardless of what he well knew went bump in the night. He much preferred that predictability here, it wasn’t quite safe, but it was, most of all, home. He blew out a contented whistle through his teeth, and with a quick glance to figure that everything was put back in its place(s) for the night, ready for the following day, and all the stray water bottles had eventually found their (a) owner(s) (or the recycling can); he headed out, setting the alarm, locked the door, and went out onto the streets of Cherry Blossom. It was not much of a walk from the studio to the diner in which his mother and Aunt worked at (though this night, they were actually both off in fact – but with a known sweet tooth, and the habit of a chocolate shake after work ingrained in his mind, he was headed that direction anyway), but with the sky stretching with the colors of the sunset his footsteps weren’t unhurried per say but simply purposeful in their movement. When he finally arrived, he caught the waitress’ eye, with a small grin, “Regular, please.” “Sure, just a minute.” “No worries.” Instead of sitting at the bar or at one of the open tables, Charles caught the familiar sight of Vivian, surprisingly without the shadow of another coven member or one of her human friends yet. “Hey, Vivian,” Charles greeted, as he made his way over and slipped down into the booth’s other seat, with one of his common bright grins (that probably said ‘Hello’ better than words did anyhow) lighting up his face. “How’s your newest addiction going?” He hummed in friendly question, not disapproving but not approving either. With a small hand flick, gesturing seemingly to the ‘new’ book she held that she was reading and/or towards her forgotten food upon the plates in front of her with a raised eyebrow.

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#2017-02-24 04:30:28, as written by mjolnir

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Willow groaned as she slowly woke up 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 or showering, and that's if she slept alone. She rolled over in the plush bed, holding the fleece blanket up to her face as she squinted. She looked at the clock. 6:23pm. Damn, over slept. 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. She cursed under breath remembering the unofficial meeting. She groaned as she buried her face in a pillow. Today was the anniversary of everything and she wanted nothing more to stay inside. But she also knew that on this day the others wolves would be slacking and it was up to them to pick up the slack on the vamp slayage.

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 never practical. Even though they were hunting, she still felt the need to hunt for other things as well. 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.

Willow headed out of her tiny apartment and down the stairs to where she parked her motorcycle. She pursed her lips contemplating if she should just walk. After all, she wasn't particularly dressed to be straddling a machine. But she also was wearing even less appropriate foot wear. So, she threw a leg over the bike, gave the engine a couple revs and was off.

When she reached Markus' house, Willow parked her bike in the drive way before heading up the porch. She didn't bother knocking because she honestly spent more time in his house than her own. Will smiled towards him as she entered. She took a seat next to him, crossing her legs. "How's my favorite person doing? Ready for some action?" Will then held up her hands teasingly, "Calm down, not that kind of action."

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Lucian spent the majority of his day like he spent every other day, locked in the basement. He sometimes hated how much he was a cliche when it came to vampirism. Whenever there was daylight, he was reading by the fireplace. Surprisingly for his numerous years of life, he still finds new books that he hasn't yet read. Of course, the classic have been all consumed. And Lucian used Twilight as fire tinder before getting through the first chapter.

He glanced down at his watch habitually until it was officially sunset. As if clockwork, he finished that day's read on the dot. Lucian got up and placed the book in it's home on the newest bookshelf added to his own library. His home was basically just a quaint museum filled to the bursting point with books in every language that range back to before he even graced the earth. It was a hobby to keep him going. A vampire's life always seemed to crawl past and also go unbelievably fast in the same breath. But either way it was never easy alone. Sure he had his coven... But that's far from a partner or lover. He didn't even remember what love was and often times he felt like it was a myth much like himself.

With a sigh he decided to shower and shave like he did every day at dusk. After getting dressed, Lucian headed out of his house. With no destination or plan in mind, he slid his hands in the pockets of his trousers and strolled the streets. For such a small town, it always surprised him how Cherry Blossom never seemed to sleep. A suburban New York. It was good for his kind, low key. One of the many reasons he decided to take up residence here every 50 years or so.

It seemed everywhere he walked, Lucian could feel the gazes on him. But he paid them no mind. After all, what could these petty blood bags do to him? Blink in his direction? Pathetic. In the centuries he's been on this hopeless planet, he's realized the growing weakness of the humans. They become more and more accepting. They in turn become scared little mice at rumors instead of acting on them. 300 years ago he would have been lynched, chased out of the village by an angry mob or beheaded and burned. Now all he has to fear is a whisper and stink eye. So terrifying.

Through his mindless walk, he ended up somewhere he happened to regular quite often. The bookstore. Lucian pushed open the door and stepped in. His gaze shifted towards the two, barely men, that were the only occupants in the store. He scanned the store briefly then looked back towards them again. "Anything new since last time I was in?" He walked up to a best sellers aisle. Read it. Read it. Horrible. Tolerable. Not even literature." He scoffed when he saw Twilight and 50 shades of shit on the shelves. "Of substance... Not... Whatever that is." He waved his hand dismissively at the shitty romance novels of the decade.

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#2017-04-19 17:49:35, as written by listentothetimpani

E. Markus Bales
{ Location: Home || Outfit || #A65200 }

“While I can merit an agreement that your earlier accusation, James, that shifting quickly between forms is a tedious and at times painful process, however, the benefits of having such control outweigh any of the costs – for your own good, and for the good of the pack as a whole.” Markus finished shortly, not necessarily rude but not lacking (nor attempting to hide for that matter) his general exasperation with the world – let alone a trio of new puppies within the pack, sixteen years old (only ten years younger than himself) and so sure of their own invincibility, that he merited it okay to bleed that vanity from time to time to make them wolves eventually worthy of the pack. The chastised male ducked his head, pinning his ears to his head but wise to keep any returned commentary internal instead of allowing a disgruntled growl out. Huh, well, they were learning something one way or another. “Technically, you’ve all improved, but it’s disappointing that your lacking centers between wolf and human still,” He paused as a hollow, coughing roar of a motorcycle pulling up into the drive echoed through the front parlor and living room of his home. It was a surprise, if welcomed because he wouldn’t be expected to continue with this lesson any further, that Willow was remarkably early instead of falling to her fashionably late tendencies. Markus wouldn’t complain. He continued, as the cycle was turned off into silence, waving his hand dismissively, “Find your centers soon, yes? Now, head out to the back yard with the others.” There was a flash of challenge in the eye of the red-brown, built as thin a whipcord, female wolf lurched forward and shifted back to human admirably faster than previously, before standing, having finally defeated the modest that never survived long in a werewolf pack, scooped up her clothes and headed out shortly; the two gray males blinked in surprise, looking at each other and then too Markus who only offered them the wrinkles of a beginning snarl showing his teeth (flat as human, but unable to mistake the idle threat they presented, nor the wisps of a tolerant pride for the female before them), they followed her out the door shortly after. At that moment, Markus attention was taken towards Willow as she slipped into the home without a knock and plopped herself unto the couch directly beside him. “How’s my favorite person doing? Ready for some action?” He let a soft warning growl, and Will held up her hands in teasing surrender, “Calm down, not that kind of action.” Markus scoffed lightly, a small snort of reluctant amusement. Even if he wasn’t remotely ready for that kind of action, let alone willing; Will was already ready for such a ‘hunt’, especially given her state of dress (it wasn’t quite undress yet, but damn close), having driven here on her motorcycle no less. “Tolerant of the latest puppy-sitting, but well enough. You?” He mused evenly, unhurried. Though he would much rather have the rest of their pack hierarchy here so that planning could be finalized (though Will had never led them astray, and always listened to his suggestion no matter how often they butted heads; so it should not take very long), and the evening / night hunt too thus begin; versus small talk or it’s related ilk.

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#2017-05-04 03:48:58, as written by mjolnir

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Markus growled at her flirtatious and apparently unwanted greeting. Nothing new in Willow’s opinion. It was always hot and cold between them, and there was nothing she enjoyed more than ruffling some feathers… er, fur. Markus knew it was all in good fun and just the way she was. The one thing Will never did, was pretend to be anything other than herself.

“Tolerant of the latest puppy-sitting, but well enough. You?”

Will chuckled slightly, crossing her legs. “I’m itching to get out… Where is everyone? I never get her before the rest of the pack.” She sighed. She then sat upright, resting her elbows on her knees. She leaned closer to markus, speaking in a hushed tone. “I smelled new blood today… Not coldies, but wolf.”

Willow was restless moving from sitting up, to leaning back, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Eventually she shot up and looked down at Markus. “Ok, well I can’t sit around like this. Makes me stir crazy. I’m going to go prowl, maybe hunt down this new blood.”

She always had her phone on her, so it wasn’t like it’d be difficult for anyone else in the pack to find her or sniff her out. Willow headed towards the door, opening it but stopping in the doorway. She rested her right hand against the door frame, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Oh, come on. You know you’re as tired of being cooped up in here as I am.” She didn’t wait for him to stand up or reply. Markus was his own person, and she wouldn’t force him to go walking around the small and boring town of Cherry Blossom. She figured if he wanted to join, he’d be on her heels in no time.

Will strutted down the sidewalk. The sideways glances from those she passed always made her laugh. She wondered what the rumors were. She had heard on more than one occasion that everyone thought she had a more vampiric “air” about her rather than wolf. If anything, she just played it up. Of course, her scent would give it away but it’s easier to get behind enemy lines when you at least look the part.

When she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. A breeze blew in her direction, sending a scent from someone ahead of her right at her. That was the smell, the new blood. It was a wolf, no doubt. But the scent was unlike others, it was musky but in a delightful and warming sort of way. Her gaze scanned the approaching people as her pace quickened, pushing her way past people. No. No. Hell no. Is that person even human? And then she stopped.

A dozen or so feet ahead of her a male approached, the scent only growing stronger. Everything about him was triggering her primal instincts. His scent, his appearance… It called to her. He was handsome, in a surreal sort of way. His dark hair was curly and unruly, but perfect for his face. His 5 o’clock shadow only seemed to add to his rugged appeal. And as if to make matters worse, he dressed like a bad boy too.

Willow hadn’t noticed she was still moving towards him, until she stopped maybe a foot in front of him. “You…” She pointed her index finger at him, in sort of a dazed trance. After a moment or two, she blinked her eyes rapidly, before brushing her blonde waves from her face. “You’re new… You’re scent… I’ve never smelled anything like it. It’s… intoxicating,” Will sounded blind sided and like an idiot. She cleared her throat, and extended her right hand towards him. “I’m Willow… Willow Sanders. But you may call me whatever you’d like.”

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“Nothing that you’d like in particular Mr. Tchaikova. We did get Harper Lee’s new novel in a couple days ago, I can go get it from the back if you’d like me to. We weren’t going to put it on the shelves till next week, but let’s just say a favor for a frequent customer.”

Lucian gave a cold chuckle, rolling his eyes at the smile that obviously was not the most sincere. But, whomever gave him a true smile? No one. “Harper Lee is overrated. To Kill a Mockingbird is barely a decent piece of literature. Reviews say that this new book is a sad excuse for a sequel.”

He paced around the store, his hands cupped behind his back as he scanned the shelves. Nothing new. Nearly everything he’s read. He stopped before the theology section. Religions always interested him. People’s meanings they put behind the world… Gods, the force or whatever else. They all believed there is meaning behind everything, that everything happened for a reason.

Lucian was about to leave when a book on witchcraft in the 21st century caught his attention. He had heard the rumors of witches in the area. If they were true or not, he did not know. But something like this could potentially prove helpful or interesting.

He grabbed the book and walked over to the counter. He set it down, before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his platinum credit card. When Lucian’s gaze met Ronan’s, he attempted his best shot at a joking tone. “Looks more interesting than Twilight.”

After paying, Lucian headed out of the book store. He wasn’t even down the steps when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He growled. Lucian hated cellphones and most modern technology. It made everyone become so impersonal. When he saw Julie’s name on the screen, he sighed and brought his phone to his ear. “Please tell me you’re not getting in trouble already. The night has barely begun.”

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#2017-05-04 12:10:37, as written by TheCrimsonLady

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◤◥It was a peaceful night out, Levi noted as he walked his lonely road into town. It was a calm sort of busy, like watching an ant hill, there was a rhythm to it that he hadn't got to see in the city. It was refreshing. Small towns had their perks.

He rounded the corner and found himself on First Street, the poor man's Main Street, or Downtown. There all the shops, cafes, the one movie theater, the one diner, and the one strip club -not that he'd ever been, despite knowing exactly where it was- were. People busied themselves with their nightly activities. It wasn't late enough to be too dangerous for mortals, but it was late enough that the freaks came out. There were scents of vampires everywhere. It was a strange scent after all this time. He caught a few in the city, but never this concentrated, Vampire Dens excluded. He didn't care for the creatures, but they had a right to live so long as they followed the rules. He didn’t' fault them for being what they were. He didn't have the patience for abject hatred for anything. Life had its own annoyances that faulting someone for their heritage was a waste of time and added annoyance.

Scratching the back of his ear, he rounded another corner, where in big letters and an old body shop's sign hung dimly. "Winter's Auto and Body Shop." The lights hadn't been on in his entire life, but it was always a mainstay in the Cherry Blossom skyline, much like the movie theater, it was always just there. A landmark people used to navigate the place. 'Take a left at Winter's Auto Body, you can't miss it.' And you really couldn't. It was an obnoxiously large sign, for such a small building. It wasn't as if the place was running. Not since his father died and frankly, Levi never knew his progenitor so he had no connection to the place, yet, his mother, without fail keep bills paid so that one day, he could take it over. His plan had been to go to school, get a good job, and be able to buy his mother a nice home so she could stop paying on this damn building, but that proved an exercise in futility. They lived in such a small house so she could keep this place for him. Now he felt unbelievable ungrateful since school didn’t work out.
Sighing, he headed toward the building that he would finally take over, cementing his life in Cherry Blossom, soon enough he would have to pick a Pack too, something he was not looking forward too. There used to be one, now there was two, which made joining that much harder, before it was as simple as saying, I want in, but nope. Not anymore, and as it turned out, there were two women as the Alpha, so that was going to be a fun thing indeed. No sooner did he say that did a woman approached him with a trance-like unsteadiness, forcing him to stop dead so not to run into her. She looked...well she was beautiful, with features more like a cat than a wolf, but he could smell her scent and for whatever reason, it was had a magnetic effect on him. He swallowed as she pointed at him. "You" She said and his brows lowered curiously. “You’re new… You’re scent… I’ve never smelled anything like it. It’s… intoxicating,”She said after blinking a few times, brushing blonde locks from her face. He felt his lips twitch upward at the corner but said nothing. She looked a bit high, but not in a way that was dangerous, like someone who just experienced something good, like a child receiving a gift they'd always wanted. Why she had that expression while looking at him, he couldn't begin to know. “I’m Willow… Willow Sanders. But you may call me whatever you’d like.” She said after clearing her throat and offering her hand. He arched a dark brow but took her hand and shook it firmly. He fought with his jaw. She was an Alpha, he could smell it on her. Here he was hoping she just was interesting. He forced a bleak grin. "Levi" he said and then pointed at the marquee above and behind her. " Winters," He said, feeling the wolf inside him stir. Something about her being an Alpha, woke his wolf, made him want to challenge this, but the man wanted nothing to do with any pack, nor did he want to lead one. For a wolf, he wasn't much of a team player. Yet, his wolf wanted dominance, and his hand never left hers. "People call me Ghost," he said, allowing his wolf to challenge a little, not enough to take her place but enough to know that he wasn't a beta by any means, nor would he be. "Nice to meet you, Willow." he said with slight application of pressure, not to hurt, but strangely to excite, along with the subtle growl the rumbled in his throat when he spoke her name. Allowing his wolf to show himself, her scent filled his senses, awakening him in a way he'd never felt with a mortal girl. Like she said, it was intoxicating. ◣ ◢

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◤◥Brooklyn fought a larger smile when Charles pressed a little closer to grab his drink and it wasn't the chill of the drink that rose goosebumps on her skin. He'd offered a grunt around a mouthful of straw while Vivian smiled pleasantly. ”Things are great. I got a new book for the week, it’s a good book.” She said and Brooklyn beamed. "Cool!" She said before she could ask any more about said book, the boy that she hadn't met yet spoke up. . "Been pretty good on my side too. Saw my first chinchilla patient today." He said and Brooklyn, still smiling, cocking her head. "Oh?" She said as he flashed a goofy grin that lightened his face. "You know, I kind of seen it all now." He said and she chuckled. . "Rafael by the way. Always cool to meet one of Vivian's friends." He said and she smiled proudly. "I'm Brooklyn, I'm Charlie's heterosexual life partner." She said, leaning her head on Charles for a moment, while still prepared for Charles and anyone present to choke a little. She had a strange sense of humor, she knew that but she cared very little. "Nice to meet you," She said just as Gerald came up, she'd heard that bell but didn't really pay any attention to it.
"Who would've thought I'd find you guys here?" He said and she snorted. "Yes, because we live in the middle of scenic nowhere, where there's but one diner." She said with a laugh. "Meet, Rafael." She said gesturing to him as if she'd known him for years but that was Brooklyn's way. However, in the back of her mind, she still wondered where the hell her brother was... ◣◢

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