Olivar Furen's Story

{ Location: His Home || Interacting With: Meredith; Pack 2 Members (NPCs) || Mentioned: Willow }

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With the hunt being scheduled at no set-time, but the general agreement of getting there right around the settling of dusk to dark, Markus and his parents had accepted wolves into their home in varying waves over the hours since he’d arrived home after 4pm (without a nap that lasted more than a quick few minutes, or a shower since that morning as the flecks of purple and green finger/hand-printed paint gracing his arms today noted) – depending on when school let out, or their means of employment’s letting out...

The trio had finally had a break that only occurred with the later stragglers filling in (including their missing Alpha, Markus could only hope), his elderly mother disappeared up the stairs to the quiet the second-floor held away from the majority of people and wolves out waiting with gentle chatter on the back porch and yard. His father stayed a moment longer, as he had eased to sit down at the dining room table, and spoke softly but intently, “Be careful.” “Always.” The old man nodded, evidently pleased with finishing the simple ritual that they'd started since Markus ; and his form shifted into a dark-ish (as the amount of gray and white, could not truly be called black anymore) wolf, stiffly ambling up the stairs to join his wife for the night.

A welcome distraction came as the front door opened, without a knock that would normally be seen as rude enough to get fur ruffled, but the scent that caught his attention was familiar – and her brother had been doing it long before her. “Hey, how long till Willow gets here?” Before Markus could answer Meredith about their blighted Alpha’s fancifulness with being fashionably late to even her own pack’s hunt, and potentially chastise her for traveling alone – James walked in, a second behind (so she hadn't been entirely alone for the majority of the trip from her shop to his home), laughing as he spoke, “That depends, how long have you been avoiding her?”

“Peace, James…” Markus rumbled, lightly. He already had suspicions himself of where Meredith had been lately, and avoiding Willow had been a part of it; and not doubt Willow, if she’d noted anything strange about it, would have her own opinions. But James, even as her second eldest brother, didn’t need to stir the pot up any more than it already potentially was… “Your guess may be as good as mine, Meredith… This is Willow.” He replied as evenly as his exasperation would allow for. She’d be the death of him one day (if not a brain aneurysm), he was more than certain.

Markus glanced to his silent, message-less phone, with a brief moment on contemplation - before unlocking it, and typing a brief (if you could call only word as such?) text to Willow: "Ready," and waiting... The pack would be ready by the time she arrived, and they could more or less get straight to the business of hunting. There would likely be little deliberation, and much less hashing out additional plans; their methods typically cut and dry - especially when you didn't split your strengths, and when every wolf knew what was expected of them.






{ Location: Hospital || Interacting With: Shane Dawson, Hospital Staff (NPCs) || Mentioned: Elisabeth Hill }

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Nathaniel had an uneventful time coming earlier than necessary, with few files of current patients lively (and the handful dead, in the morgue) in the small hospital; and a small conversation with a nurse, Janet, having come back to find her station occupied – but eagerly helped fill him out on their computer system (simplistic, but with enough short-cuts to get around its’ faults). Janet departed not long after from being kind enough to humor him for a coffee run, and offered to grab some for him too - but he politely declined. Alone again, Nathaniel took the time to shrug off his bike-coat, folding it neatly away, making himself seemingly leaner with the scrubs and under-shirt he wore clinging to his frame (and hiding the ugly scars, except for the very tips marring the top of his throat-line). Eyeing the time thoughtfully on the monitor, figuring another 10-15 minuets before he should start his rounds. Yes, he could figure, another slow night, as he pulled out an old medical journal - figuring to pass the time, reading his own notes...

Or? Another woman rounded the corner, not Janet or a nurse he didn't know the name of but was more or less had the familiarity of a couple nights' work, but the badge at the hip and leather jacket told him quickly enough who she was - even without Elisabeth's warnings to keep an eye on the Sheriff, a human that actually had the hints of possibly believing in the supernatural world, how quaint. He watched her in thoughtful curiousness as she rounded up to the nurse station he was sitting on, sipping on her coffee and flipping through the evidence (or lack of) from the recent four deaths that had been placed on the counter by Janet earlier after he himself had finished perusing them, silent and not noticing his presence right away. “Hey Janet, I’m going to-- You’re not Janet… Sorry… I’m still trying to wake up.” At her extended hand, he disentangled his own from the journal he’d been pursuing moments before, before grasping it a firm but friendly shake – offering a small, genuinely polite smile.

“No worries, I understand. Janet just went to the kitchen to grab a cup or two of liquid luck for herself,” and luck as in if it happened to work properly enough to get one through a night shift with a large dose of wake-me-up caffeine. Nathaniel wasn’t much of a believer in coffee much before he’d turned, and hot tea had been the way to go for him; but now, regardless, either item had to have a certain additive placed in, otherwise he was secretly loathe to drink them both now. He could easily fake eating unnecessary food any day, but liquids it never felt right to stomach without blood mixed in for whatever reason. “I’m the Sheriff Dawson, but everyone just calls me Shane… Don’t think I’ve seen someone as young as you in this hospital.” “A pleasure, Shane, I-…” “Oh, don’t listen to ‘Siri’ here, Shane. He’s found where the fountain of youth is, drank some of the water, and won’t tell anyone else the location!” Exclaimed with chuckling laughter, not Janet, but some excitable nurse that he had yet to actually learn the name of, but figured this might have been the one of the Humans Elisabeth had mentioned from her Scouting duties that worked at the Hospital that was a family-less, loner, and a perfect meal probably. Even if the likelihood he was ever interested in feeding off the young woman, he might just half to kill her on the principle of annoyance – and really, who interrupted the middle of a conversation with a Doctor and Sheriff?

Once she stopped giggling over her own ‘joke’, possibly in part to his even but expectant look Nathaniel did not doubt, she offered a why, “Could you sign the medication sheets, Dr. Warren didn’t get a chance before he left tonight, and I don’t want to start the meds too much later than eight – if that’s okay?” Typical to be working before he was supposed to start, but it kept life interesting he supposed. “That’s fine, here,” Nathaniel hummed, taking the clip-board from her outstretched hand. He made sort work over the necessary signatures; but took the time to peruse the latest test results (if attached) with a watchful eye, but everything was in proper levels, and most medication changes happened during the day anyway. With everything in order, he passed the clip-boards back to the nurse shortly with a dismissing nod, she left with a beaming smile - that he couldn't quite place. Humans...

"Sorry about the, distraction, I don't know if it was wise letting them know I sneak in earlier than my shift - it may create bad habits," with both the nurses and daytime doctors. Nathaniel began apologetically, but his smile breathed an air of amusement into his tone as he continued. "I'm the new Junior Medical Staff, Dr. Nathaniel J.A. Searus, but most call me William on the side I thought - but 'Siri' could be far worse, I suppose... Whether or not I've found the fountain of youth, I don't feel I am capable of answering such a question not in my area of expertise - alas I'm only a Student Doctor, it'll come to me one day perhaps." He snorted with a bemused smile, of a person that had far to often been put further down on the totem pole because of his youthful appearance. "Janet will be returning soon, but is there anything you'd like in advance?" Musing, he gestured to the folders she'd been thumbing in through as a helpful reminder. Shifting back in the chair, to flick close the journal, as the time on the computer monitor caught his eye - a few more minuets, he could humor the young sheriff for a little while more.