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Scarlet Ingles

"A year of lows spent so high, feeling like I could die."

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a character in “Last Of The Revenants”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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"They're asking why I think I'm losing my mind."

Blinding Lights // Two Straight Lines // Gimme A Minute // Experiment On Me



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F U L LXN A M E
Scarlet Elizabeth Rose Ingles

N I C K N A M E (S)
Scar // Red

B I R T H D A Y
October 15th

A G E
Appears to be Twenty Four // Is about one hundred years old

R O L E
Revenant

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual // Demisexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian

H O M E T O W N
BlackWater, Tenessee

H E X
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S T Y L E
Unlike many, Scarlet prefers to wear what many consider unorthodox for their time period to wear. She is usually seen wearing form-fitting pants made of some unknown, stretchy material, along with a few layers of a dark-colored long sleeve shirt, typically with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and suspenders. With a leather waistcoat, that or some other durable material to help with any otherwise unnecessary armor and protection at all times. As well as a large overcoat, such as a duster or short trench coat that typically comes down to her knees. The coats are always used more for protection from the elements, just as they are used for protection while in combat, especially considering her occupation as a Revenant. As for footwear, she is usually seen with leather, steel plated boots that come up about halfway of her calves, shortly stopping below the knee. While she normally prefers to get her hands dirty, it's not much of a surprise if she shreds a few layers for easy mobility, even if it is a tab bit more reckless. To put it lightly, she prefers the traditionally masculine style and function of clothing over the more feminine traditional clothing. What good is a dress gonna do while in a fight against a SkinWalker or Wendigo, other than getting in the way?

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5' 11" // 135lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
In her own words, she's not the most attractive person out there, nor is she the most recognizable face. She doesn't find much to look at in terms of looks in herself, and as such is usually seen in the background of most places, off in the shadows or background as the ever-present watchful eye that she prefers to be. But that isn't to say she isn't confident when it comes to speaking her mind or making her presence known, she makes it a point to go above and beyond in most cases. Just as red as her hair is at times, lies a fiery personality that isn't exactly what you would expect from someone of her stature. Being oddly tall and feminine in appearance, others never expect to see the woman that lies beneath the doll-looking face. Contrary to her otherwise tall and dainty looking frame, she is rather spry and very easy to compact herself to appear smaller than she is. She tends to keep an air of mystery and uncertainty about her, and she likes to make it known that she isn't one for much talking and when she is, it's usually never a good scene. From her fiery red hair, pale skin, dark eyes, and overtly doll-like face lies something much darker and fiercer than anyone can imagine. All it needs is a little poke and prod, and the more on edge and darker version of Scarlet can make itself known if she's feeling up to it. Best note to keep in mind, just because someone has a pretty face, doesn't mean they have a pretty soul. And that couldn't be farthest from the truth in Red's case.

Aside for any oddities or scarring, she has plenty of both. Scars and tattoos ranging in different sizes and shapes cover at least 60% of her body, either made by her own hands or done to herself or mostly from accidents of past misfired shots and explosions due to dynamite, or scarring from accidents or fights she's endured enough to tell the tale. As for tattoos, she has a few, but none worth detailing now.



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L I K E S
Jackets, particularly leather // Reading, she can usually be found with a book in her hand and in the corner off somewhere // Music, finding it to be one of the few things that still bring her some sense of peace // Keeping in shape, she has a rather strict diet and schedule that she tries to stick to, and as such her natural physicality is above average, as well as the fact she grew up on a farm // Hard work and getting her hands dirty, she is by no means your typical woman and loves having to work for her keep // Lemonade, with that natural cane sugar that is sadly hard to come by // Healthy food, even if she often cheaps on some snacks or sweets // Nature, considering how much time she has spent outdoors, it shouldn't be a surprise that she finds comfort where everywhere is open and you can see for miles // Alcohol, especially in large quantities as it takes an almost abnormally large amount to get her remotely drunk // Hard alcohol, like whiskey, beer, and moonshine // A good form of humor, contrary to what some may think she actually adores jokes // Finding old books and documents from those that have passed, knowing what their thoughts were intrigues her // Making sure that those she travels with are safe, even if she may not seem like she cares about others // Flirting, while she is incredibly awkward, she can't help it when she sees a pretty face // Water, and swimming, but only if she can see the bottom // The night sky, with stars to see for miles as she likes to lay out under the sky and just look up and count the stars // Dancing, she is surpisingly good at it, but doesn't dance much anymore // Occasional smoking, mainly tobacco //

D I S L I K E S
The smell of burnt toast and coffee, something about it causes her to feel sick // Liars and hypocrites // Fake people, who simply want to be her friend to get something out of her, in the end, // Being used and taken advantage of // Small, tight spaces // Deep and dark water, considering she almost drowned as a child it doesn't come as such of a shock for her distaste of not able to see the bottom // Large animals, like bears, alligators, cougars, and wolves // Scorpions and anything else with an exoskeleton and a lot of legs, they make her skin crawl // Overly hot and spicy food // People who talk while eating // Judgmental people // Shouldn't come as a surprise, but she despises coyotes and any desert-dwelling creatures, all due to SkinWalkers // An overabundance of blood, she can handle seeing it, but when it becomes too much she begins to feel sick and lightheaded // An overt amount of silence, especially when outdoors, as it's usually a sign of a monster being nearby // What's become of the Church and Travis' members leaving and joining Micah and his cult //



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Outwardly, Red is generally a cold-hearted, silent, and very reserved individual. She tends to not speak to others, and the only people she will talk to are those that are over her in status such as governers and politicians, even if she finds them to be fools and disagrees with everything they say, she will remain silent and wait for her turn to speak. She is very respectful to those who are her superiors, such as commanders or fellow Hunters and Revenants, even if she does tend to think of herself as being better and above them.

Aside from her cold exterior, she is actually a very vulnerable, and caring person. Once you can somehow gain her trust and loyalty, as well as time, you'll see that she's really a sweet, kind, selfless, loyal, and good-hearted person. She just can't bear to lose anyone else, so she chooses to keep to herself unless it's someone she has a close bond to, then you'll know exactly what kind of person she is. Which more often than not is a wise-cracking, smart-mouthed fool that simply just wishes for the best for others.

Meanwhile, in combat she is ruthless and in a way, slightly detached. At a young age she learned how to kill and fight for her life, not only animals but humans as well as beasts. While killing humans isn't her preferred way of handling things, she will take another's life if it means her getting what she needs, and the safety of everyone else. As she has had to live by herself for many years now, almost too many to count, she is accustomed to living alone and defending for herself in such a harsh world. Even though she does well on her own and prefers it more often than not, she wouldn't be against being with a group, as long as they can defend themselves, as she isn't always wanting to have to be the hero that saves the day all the time. Albeit she wouldn't get attached to anyone, as it isn't easy for her to lose more people, at least that's what she keeps telling herself anyway. Stay by yourself, and you won't get hurt when another one dies.


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H I S T O R Y
Much of her history has become a shroud of mystery and blur, even to herself as the years went on. She was never one to talk about where she came from, or who her family was, as that part of her died the day that too she passed on and came back as- whatever was left. She was born to a small family on the southern borders of BlackWater, Tenessee to her parents on a small farm. Being the only child, she was given the best life her parents had to offer, even when they were on the brink of poverty. From a young age she learned to work hard and push herself harder than she had to, move faster and go on for longer periods of time.

Scarlet showed an interest in helping out with the farm at a very young age, over helping her mother in the kitchen. And since she was an only child, and was oddly closer to her father, he happily took her under his wing and helped her learn how to till a field, plant crops, know when crops were good or rotten, how to tend to the animals and cattle, as well as how to chop wood and help with chores around the property. It was something she absolutely loved and proved to be far too good with her hands when she was otherwise told to stay in the kitchen and help her mother with dinner by the neighbors.

But as the years went on, and as the attacks became more frequent, the less time she was allowed outdoors. When the sun began to set, it was time for them to go indoors and stay inside. It seemed almost like a universal rule, no one was allowed outdoors at night unless the monsters came to steal you away in the night. She grew up hearing the screams and howls off in the night, and the stories strangers would tell of someone going missing, but she never saw anything. Not until she turned seventeen. That was when everything she knew came crashing down around her.

Scarlet was helping tend to the field with her father when they heard it. The screams. God, the blood-curdling screams that chilled both of them to the core. They both stopped in their tracks, and without having to utter a word they ran back to their small home and locked the doors. Boarded up the windows and kept to the center of the room, away from the windows. Silence overcame the farmstead, and then before they knew it, the sound of screams and glass shattering sounded. Gunshots rang out as she heard her father and mother scream as they did their best to fight off the beasts that seemed to have been agitated by something. It wasn't their normal hour to come out. Dusk hadn't come yet, so why were they here.

The only thing she was that in the ensuing attack, she was knocked unconscious, and when she awoke, Scarlet saw the farmhouse and surrounding property was set alight as she was being dragged away by men dressed in black robes. It was the next morning when she was awoken suddenly from someone shaking her that she understood what had happened. Her family had been attacked, that much she knew. But what she didn't know, was that her parents had been slain, leaving her as the last survivor. No one knew why, why she was left alive. Which was an odd thing for any of the creatures to do, their entire behavior had been odd, the man explained. The strange man introduced himself as Father Macfarlan, and that he was a Priest of the Church, and that a few of his followers had been passing through and managed to help.

Scarlet questioned them, and after what seemed like hours, she got her answer. The truth of what happened. Travis and his small group of 'Priests', who were an elite group of underground Hunters had stumbled upon the farmhouse as they had seen the smoke from afar and came to investigate as they were in the town as a small attack had happened. They offered her a chance to avenge her parents death, as well as get revenge on who sent the attack, as Travis knew all too well who and why. Scarlet took up their offer, and joined the small group of Hunters, and as time went on, she proved to be one of the best he had seen. As he had taken her under his wing personally and taught her everything he knew, essentially becoming her second father figure.

Years passed, and it was on one of their missions to a nearby town when she was twenty-four that something happened, that to this day Scarlet isn't exactly sure what happened. They were sent to stop a train that had Micah Cornwall and a small group of his followers on it. Their mission, stop it and take him in if they could while keeping the casualties as lowe as they could as it was a luxury train. Scarlet remembered everything going according to plan up until the point of when her and the small squadron she was leading with, found Micah. A small fight broke out between his men and her group, and without any warning, there was a large explosion in the center of the train, causing it to tip and break off from the tracks. As the train slipped and turned, Scarlet was harshly slammed into a wall of the train and lost consciousness on the impact.

All she knew was that when she awoke from the incident, that she was in the middle of nowhere. Snow-covered, train-tracks and tunnel were all that remained around her as she found herself halfway down a ditch. After having to struggle with the rubble and debris of what remained, she was able to free herself. In a wounded and confused daze, she slowly began to make her way back to where she remembered coming from. She was offered a ride from an old couple on a wagon that was headed in the same direction as her, and after accepting it, she was informed of what happened. It was months since the explosion with the train, Micah got away and half of her group had been brutally murdered in the ensuing fight that took place. No one was able to find her body, and as such they suspected that she had either been abducted or killed in the fight. Scarlet didn't understand but after time had passed by, she learned to live on.

Scarlet wasn't sure what happened next, but she couldn't go back, not now. So she spent the next unknown amount of years traveling over the continent, spending little time with people, and preferring to stay by herself. Everything was so different since the accident with the train. It was as if something had happened to her, and she became something else. It was only when she met a man by the name of Rodrick that she understood. He was just like her, something else, something....Otherworldly. It was only after spending time with him and learning how to control her new abilities that she was able to accept the life she was given, or more so the second chance of it. She spent countless years with him, and it was only recently that the two separated ways. Scarlet decided to head back to her hometown for the first time in years, and she isn't exactly sure what to expect. All she knows is that attacks have become more recent and frequent, she just hopes that if the next few waves happen, that she is able to be of some use...As well as her hoping to come across Cornwall once more...




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R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
Was in a long term relationship, but has since remained single; it's complicated // Open to being in a relationship, just hesitant

A B I L I T I E S
Like all Revenants, she has inhuman speed, strength, and reflexes, as well as increased senses. She can see clearer, hear farther, and smell things that take the average human longer to pick up on. As all Revenants can, she can jump large gaps or land higher falls compared to normal humans, sustaining as minimal damage from say a hundred-foot fall, with only a sprain ankle at least and a broken bone at most. Her healing factor is higher than most, therefore she ages slower as most Revenants do tend to age at a slower rate than humans.

What's unique to her, is that Scarlet can track things better than most Revenants and Trackers can. She's spent enough time tracking down SkinWalkers and Windagos, that she can know where most went without needing to follow their scent. Red has also obtained a rather high pain threshold over the years, being able to take more damage than others can before she succumbs to her wounds and passes out, which often results in her being far more reckless and thick-headed in her actions compared to the others of her kind.

T A L E N T S
Red has a surprisingly good memory and attention to detail, being able to pick up on some things others may not right away // She can pick up clues rather quickly, even if she doesn't seem to be paying attention // Hand to hand combat, she took years perfecting it during her time under Travis' leadership and has become rather skilled in basic combat // While Red may be rather quiet around strangers or those she isn't very comfortable around, she can be a leader or help make choices when the time calls for it // Cooking, not much of a surprise since she's spent so much time on her own she has almost perfected the craft of making most foods // Playing the violin, although she hasn't touched one in years // Has a sharp eye and steady hand, often making her shots with a gun count every time, as long as the target is still //

S T R E N G T H S
Can fight with weapons or without, often using blades and knives, and even her fists sometimes // Can be a leader when time calls for it // Has a strong sense of loyalty and protective nature over others, often putting herself in danger // Is a good shot with a gun // Is able to pick up tracks on creatures, not just those of Wendigos and SkinWalkers // Doesn't give up on those she finds worthy of her companionship and affection, often coming across as motherly to some at times //

W E A K N E S S E S
Too daring and risky for her own good, often putting herself at risk if it means someone else is safe // Has a slight temper, mainly when it involves others being mistreated or put in harm's way // Red isn't exactly the smartest, and as such, she doesn't always think things through or enough before she says or does something, often being questioned after her actions // Has a slight superior complex, mainly considering who she was taught by and how long she has been a Revenant, often looking down on others who haven't exactly gotten a hold of the whole idea of being a part of the undead //


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So begins...

Scarlet Ingles's Story

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Life in the tavern was seldom boring. Addie had spent her entire life in one so the chaos was all she had ever known, and it felt as much a part of her now as anything else. She was used to having to do three things at once and it didn’t even feel like a challenge any more. She’d seen everything in her time here. When she’d finished her training as a hunter, or at least was able to defend herself, Elizabeth had offered to bring Addie with her, so she could experience the hunt for real. But this life was all Addie knew and all she wanted to do. And besides, the small town had plenty need for a hunter. People knew there was something different about Addie, in the way she could take down a fully grown man twice her size in the blink of an eye without a single weapon, but she was one of them, and it was something they seemed to forget until they had reason to remember it.

She heard the uneasy silence fall in the bar, but she was busy pouring drinks for two of her regulars. Besides, she knew what that silence meant. It lasted only for a second, before people began to talk again, afraid of their silence bringing unwanted attention on them.
“Them types never bring anything good,” the old man in front of her grumbled. “I know they’re only tryin’ to help but I spent enough time fixin’ up their mess when I was a boy and I ain’t starting again now.”
“Don’t you go startin’ any trouble now, Willy, ya hear?” Addie warned. “I’m too darn fond of you to have to throw you out.”

It wasn’t Ol’ Willy that presented the issue though. One of the other patrons began to yell at the hunter, and Addie instinctively reached for the shotgun she had under the counter. She wasn’t about to use it, but it made her look a little more intimidating when it came to kicking troublesome patrons out.

And then the hunter’s expression changed, and Addie could tell exactly what it meant. She didn’t wait for the hunter’s orders before she began ordering some of the others out. She knew that she had a few hunters in the bar- a few of the others that stuck around town tended to frequent the bar, and she’d seen them come in.

She came out from behind the bar, the shotgun in hand, ready for whatever was about to come through those doors. She smirked at the woman’s apology for ruining the tavern. She’d patched it up plenty times before and would do it every time again. She was already ducking behind a makeshift shield of the table as the woman instructed them to do so, double checking to make sure the shotgun was loaded and she had ammo on her. This wasn’t her first attack and she’d be damned if it would be her last.






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David had been able to feel that something was coming for days now. It was a vague feeling of unease, one that he couldn’t put his finger on or trust. He was far enough away from the main town that he couldn’t be sure. But then he could almost feel the presence of another like him, and that told him everything. Something was going to happen. He warned his uncle and rode into town under the pretence of buying supplies. Those he encountered still watched him with wary stares, his grey eyes a sign of something darker in him.

He heard the screams before the reek of death reached him. He slammed his money down on the general store’s counter. “Y’all better hide, ya hear? Don’t come out till someone’s safe. Lock the doors and barricade them.” He ordered, before turning and heading outside. People were running and the screaming was getting louder. He took shelter behind an overturned cart, drawing his pistol.

The monsters couldn’t be killed with a gunshot, but it would at least slow them down and give him time to figure something out. And then he caught a glimpse of the monsters, silently swearing to himself. Wendigos. He drew his shotgun, knowing the pistol wouldn’t do jackshit against the creatures. In the few months he’d been with the other group of revenants, they’d given him something that, when set alight, could take down a wendigo, but he didn’t make a habit of carrying all that stuff with him. He just prayed he’d left somewhere in this jacket.

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"A week."

"I know."

"Seven days."

"I know."

"You know, you know, of course you don't fucking know," Arthur barked, fidgeting impatiently against the cowhide saddle of his mare. Seven whole days on the road without a single opportunity to wash up. Sometimes he envied his father's ability to live in his own filth without a care. Arthur could feel a layer of sweat and dirt beginning to coat his entire body; the skin of his cheeks and forehead becoming reddened from the constant friction of his handkerchief. He'd taken to picking at his nails in an attempt to clear them of dirt but in his urgency, he'd caused a fair few of them to split from the skin and bleed. Worse than that, his clothing had already developed an unpleasant odour. He'd discarded an unreasonable amount of sweat and blood-soaked clothing on their trip which was, as Harlan had jested, a wonderful little trail that any nearby Wendigo could use to track them down.

"Yes I do fuckin' know," the older Hunter repeated in a mocking tone, "'cause you've been whingin' about it for five of those seven days and frankly, at this rate, one of us is not makin' it back to that god damned town." A little harsh perhaps but Arthur wasn't one to openly challenge his father past a certain point of frustration. Harlan's brows were pinched together, hazel-green eyes focused only on the road ahead. If he'd judged things correctly, they would likely make it to Blackwater for their supply run within the hour, given their pace on horseback. Since his son had fallen silent, he figured it would be a rather peaceful journey from that point onward.

Dawn was beginning to break when they finally hitched their horses and, as per routine, Arthur began to unpack their supplies while Harlan went to arrange a room for the night. If there was time enough to be picky, he usually preferred to rent a room above or nearby a pub. In this instance, it was above. He could spend his evening with a whiskey glass in his hand and Arthur could go do... whatever Arthur liked to do. It was cheaper to rent a single room between them but Arthur would usually be passed out by the time Harlan returned in the early morning.

Harlan set his bags down by one of the two beds and took a moment to stretch his arms out, clicking his shoulders and back with a grunt of relief. "Right, I'm heading downstairs then," he announced, clapping his calloused hands together. Arthur's eyes found his father then, his lips pursed as he bit back words of disapproval. There were many things he wanted to say in that moment but they had repeated this particular conversation so many times in recent years that there almost wasn't any point - the judgement didn't help his father, sometimes it only made things worse. Still, Arthur was honest to a fault and could never quite manage to hide his true feelings on the topic. He turned his head without a word and began to rummage through one of his bags. Even without speaking, that said a lot.

It wasn't worth the argument, Harlan figured. They'd both spent far too long on the road together and the alone time would do them some good, not to mention he was itching for a drink. His flask had run empty the day before, despite his repeated attempts to ration his supply. He was heading out of the door when the stench first hit him; it didn't take long for the smell of Wendigos to permeate the entire room. Both men paused for a moment or two. "Well shit... that's gotta break some sort of a personal record, right?" Arthur murmured, gingerly peaking through a semi-open gap in the curtains. He got a decent view of it but only for a second. "One. Heading this way." Harlan instinctively grabbed his gun from beside the bed and joined Arthur at the window, though his eyes were scanning everything but the Wendigo. He wouldn't be of any use if it got too close to him; he needed a place to set up outside, preferably a rooftop or a window across the street. "You know the drill, yeah?" he whispered, pointing towards the door. "Take the machete and distract it while I sneak out. I need a clear shot."

Arthur didn't need to be told twice. His long legs allowed him to clear the room in two strides and he emerged from it to hear sounds of a commotion on the ground floor. People evacuating? he thought. He raced through the corridor as quickly as his legs could carry him, rounded the corner and cleared the staircase. As he did so, he surveyed the remaining patrons, some of whom were ducking behind makeshift barriers. Good idea. He dropped to a crouch and followed suit by tilting a table on its side, machete in one hand and his pistol in another. He eyed the people beside him, gesturing with his hand to capture their attention for a moment. "Sniper support across the street," he told them. "If we can get it out of here."

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Scarlet remained silent as she observed the others getting behind overturned tables and other forms of protection, taking in the fact that they could at least follow simple orders. For now anyway. Just wait for things to start going south, and that's when things would fall apart. Hysteria and panic would take over and common sense would fly out the window. It always did. That is just one of the things that Scarlet found working around commonfolk, they let their fight or flight instincts take over, more often being flight and not caring about others. In her time, she had seen countless people push aside their supposed loved ones and make a run for it from a Wendigo or skinwalker, only to be killed in the end. Something she often questioned why loyalty went in scenarios like that. But then she had to remember, fear was a powerful thing, but that was something she hadn't let control her in years. She couldn't afford to.

Turning her head to look at the woman that she knew by now was the proper barkeep, she eyed the woman's weapon. Simple shotgun, but it would do more than nothing, or even a simple pistol. Thinking for a moment, before she dug around in one of her pockets, retrieving four golden color, rectangular and rounded objects. Handing them to the woman Scarlet spoke in a hushed voice, "Use those only when you have to. They won't kill them, but they'll do the trick when you most need them. So be smart with them." she said with a simple nod. They were normal shotgun shells but had one small difference. They weren't sold on the market to any average joe. Nor could they be bought in any black market or underground system. Revenants handmade them and more often than not kept a plentiful amount of hand, only if they knew for certain that they had the proper amount of ingredients for the buckshots. In this case, Scarlet knew she had at least eight left now, after giving the other woman four. She'd have to be careful and sparing with the ammo for now.

Looking around the tavern, Scarlet took into account how many people were left, all with weapons of their own. She knew they wouldn't do much against what was to come, but all that mattered was that they had something, anything to defend themselves at this point. If they could at least offer up a distraction or stall that left room for the Hunters and Revenants, that's all that mattered. Have enough of a window of time, that's all they needed. Her eyes darted around the saloon once more, and stopped as her eyes caught something from the back end of the saloon. A familiar face was poking around the corner, seeming to be looking for something, or someone. Scarlet knew full well, cursing under her breath she carefully and quickly maneuvered across the tavern and down the hallway where the person was. As Scarlet turned down the hallway that was off to the side, she was immediately pulled into a side room by some unknown force. By natural instinct, Scarlet reached for the pistol by her side, but soon found herself taking a deep breath as a familiar face stared her down. "Jesus Christ, Victoria. What the hell is wrong with you? Next time at least say something before you just pull me aside. You know what's out there-"

"I don't give a fuck. You really don't get it, do you? Three years, and now you're just back. Acting like nothing happened." Victoria said with a sour tone. Scarlet sighed softly as she was berated once more. She knew what was going to come, and she knew full well that Victoria had a point, and it was very well made. But now wasn't the time for this. Scarlet had to get back to the front of the saloon, the smell and feeling of dread was only looming closer by the second. They were running out of time. "I know, and I will explain everything. I promise. But now, now is not the time for this, Victoria. After this is over, I will explain everything. I promise. You just need to go and hide with the others...You'll know when it's safe to come out. Just, stay safe...Please" the Revenant said with a slight tone of fear and sadness in her voice. Showing that she at least did still genuinely care. The other woman simply nodded begrudgingly and began to make her way back to the others, before stopping and turning once more, "You just better come back in one piece this time, you hear me?" she called out, Scarlet gave a small nod, and a shadow of a smile appeared on her face for a moment before she turned and walked back down the hallway. Things would end differently this time, it had to.

Within a few short seconds, Scarlet was back in the main room of the tavern, as an unfamiliar face quickly ran down the stairs with a weapon in his hand, explaining how there was someone up on the roof as backup support. The revenant gave him a cold nod as her greyed eyes scanned him over for a minute. If she didn't know any better, he would easily be one to be looked over in a crowd. But she knew the way that people carried themselves, how he was dressed and the expression he bore. Hunter. But how much he could be counted on remained to be seen. It was evident enough that the creatures had made their way into town, as screams and gunshots rang out over the town. Perfect, just perfect.

"I'd assume you all know what to do. Don't get careless or reckless. And for the love of god, do not get stupid." she said coldly as she looked at the others, before crouching back down behind the table as loud and heavy footsteps were making their way to the saloon. And then silence. Except for the screams and cries of those outside, the footsteps stopped just right outside of those slatted saloon doors. There was nothing between them and the beast except for the tables, which wouldn't do much in the long run. Give them a few extra seconds before they'd have to run or be on their feet.

Scarlet took in a deep breath, taking into account of how many there were. Normally wendigos stayed by themselves, rarely ever being more than one at a time. Nevermind the number that she assumed, simply based off the scent alone. It was far too strong to just be one, nevermind two. Scarlet looked around, seeing who she could at least make silent eye-contact with. Holding up three fingers so the others could see. Hoping they understood what she was trying to get across without words.

Peering through one of the small cracks in the table, Scarlet was able to see the skeletal form of the creature. Its slender and boney arm slowly outstretched, pushing the saloon doors open as it shuffled its all too large and gangly sized form into the building. The creature had to keep its hunched over stature as he crept around the saloon, sniffing the air as its twitchy movements of the head took action. It was looking for some sign of prey. Observing its movements helped her better understand what kind it was. It was slower, more dependant on scent and feeling around for things as it evidently felt one of the walls with its all too long and boney hand. Scarlet could have sworn she felt her heart drop as the creature slowly passed by where she was hiding, and quickly tilted its head to look at her. Its glazed over eyes scanning intently, but seemed to be looking over them all. Which was proven as Scarlet raised her hand in front of the creature's face, and waved her hand. The only reaction that was given was the beast shuffled along further into the back, as if looking for something in particular. Especially as it continued to smell around certain objects. It was hunting something, or more so someone, but why? And more importantly, who?

She could have sworn she felt her heart sink even more as the creature began to slowly make its way to the hallway which lead to the backrooms and the bathing rooms of the saloon. Scarlet wasn't about to let that thing just waltz over to the defenseless people, not like this. Scarlet knew better, but she couldn't stop herself as she rose to her feet and crept around from the tables as silently as she could. Reaching around behind her, she retrieved her shotgun, checking to make sure there were shells. Four. Perfect. Stepping back, there was a loud creak of one of the older floorboards beneath her feet. Giving off her position. The Wendigo shot its head over to her direction, letting out a blood-curdling scream, it blindly scrambled over the tables and the others that were hiding to make its way to its target.

As the wendigo scrambled over closely, Scarlet gave a nod to the others, quickly firing off a single round into the beast as it enclosed its proximity to her. All the buckshot managed to do was stall the beast for a moment, and it was quickly lunging towards her once more, slamming her through the doors of the saloon and out into the street with incredible strength and speed. Scarlet didn't know what she felt first. The ice-cold boney hand of wendigo on her, or the feeling of being flung out of the saloon doors like a tin can and tossed into the street. The air was knocked out of her lungs as she hit the hard ground of the dirt street that she found herself laying on. Trying to gasp for air, weakly getting to her feet, Scarlet scrambled to regain her weapon that had been forced out of her hand and scattered to the other side of the street. But within seconds the Wendigo was upon her again, sinking its teeth into her shoulder, which caused Scarlet to let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard." the revenant exclaimed, gripping the wendigo's shoulder and tried forcing it off of her. The wendigo didn't seem to care and only continued to sink its teeth further and further into her shoulder, beginning to pierce the bone. Scarlet wasn't going to let herself be eaten alive or be torn to shreds by a damn beast, not like this. Not like some rabid dog in the street. But she didn't know what happened first, the all too loud and familiar sound of an incinerary buckshot hitting the beast or the second the beast let go of her shoulder. But Scarlet quickly scrambled away from the beast as it recoiled in the flames that quickly overtook its body. She knew it would only last a few seconds and then the flames would quickly go out, "Aim for its head when on fire it's their weak spot!" she exclaimed, not expecting anyone to pay much attention as her eyes finally focused on the panic and chaos that took place in the streets.

Countless bodies laid strewn across the street. Half-eaten and dismembered by the other beasts blood-thirsty rampage. Scarlet got back to her feet as quickly as she could, grasping her shoulder for a moment, blood quickly covered her entire hand as the warm liquid oozed out from the grizzly wound on her shoulder. Just what she needed, Scarlet cursed to herself. Looking up to the rooftops, a few figures were seen. Obviously the backup that the the younger man had told her about earlier. But that on the roof of the saloon, so who was the one above one of the other stores? Scarlet didn't have much time to venture a guess, but she didn't much care to know, all she knew was that the figure was firing upon the wendigos whenever she had to chance to, something she could at least be grateful for. But something felt off about the figure, something Scarlet knew all too well. Another Revenant. At least there was a few others, as something always seemed to alert Revenants whenever another was around. Something she never fully got over. But now wasn't the time to dwell on this.

Scarlet managed to retrieve her shotgun, and as she took aim for one of the other wendigos, as best as she could with her now injured shoulder, something came from outside of her eyesight and slammed into her. The force alone was strong enough to fling her into the windows of one of the stores. The sound of glass and wood crashing and breaking under her weight and the force at which she was tossed so carelessly was the only thing she was able to take in. Letting out a small groan as she rolled onto her back as she laid on the floor of the building she was now in. Today really wasn't her day, and she was slowly growing tired of it. After a moment, Scarlet slowly rolled onto her side, and staggered to her feet, gripping her shoulder which now had fragments of shattered glass and wood now in the fresh wound. Cursing under her breath, Scarlet looked around her new environment. From the looks of it there were shelves with all kinds of varied items. She was in some sort of store. Figures.

The revenant let out a sigh, retrieving one of her pistols from her hip. She was slowly running out of patience. Looking to the side as she remembered hearing what sounded like a scream from behind the counter earlier. There was a rather young looking girl hidden behind the counter. Scarlet let out a small sigh and shake of her head, "I doubt you know how to use this, but it's better than nothing." she said rather coldly, tossing the pistol to the shopkeeper. "I'm going to want that back later though." Scarlet said, her tone lightened up slightly, giving a small wink to the girl before she turned and jumped out of the shattered and broken hole in the wall that used to be a large, glass bay window.

Her feet hit the wooden floorboards of the porch of the line of buildings she was on. Looking around Hunters were now out in full force as they shot at the beasts. From above and the street. Scarlet just wished this was already over. She didn't know if it was the pain in her shoulder or the fact that all she wanted was a peaceful drink at the local taverns. She just really wanted this to be over and done with. Eyeing her shotgun that was in the middle of the street, she quickly retrieved it, and hid alongside the side of one of the buildings. Swapping the regular buckshots for the other ammo she had with her. If only she could have gotten to her horse would she have been able to get her fire jars, but she didn't have the time for that. Keeping her head low and out of sight, only taking shots at the Wendigos when she had the opportunity to. This was going to be a long day, and an even longer night.

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Addie almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of a voice next to her. It was the hunter she'd seen enter the bar earlier, the one who'd put everyone else on edge. This close to her, Addie could see why. Those grey eyes were just too distinctive. But the woman handed Addie four shells. Addie nodded at the instruction to spare them. There were very few weapons that could really take down these creatures, and they were like gold dust. Best chance was just to try and minimise damage.

The Revenant stood up and went to check on something elsewhere in the tavern, and Addie kept her eyes focused on the doors. This wasn't the first time they'd had to defend themselves against an attack, but that didn't change the fact that they still suffered huge amounts of damage in them, and that they still lost far too many lives. And no matter how many times they went through them, they still never had much of a chance against the monsters.

The arrival of someone down the stairs had Addie looking at him down the end of the barrel, but once she recognised him as one of their own, she lowered the gun, scanning him quickly. She didn't have much of a chance to make a judgement on him though, as the sounds of screams and gunshots began. They were here, then.

She caught the revenant's eye as the woman silently held up three fingers. Well shit. Dealing with one of them was hard enough, let alone three. And one of them had just walked into her saloon. It became immediately obvious the creature was blind, which unfortunately, didn't make it any less dangerous. Their hearing more than made up for it. The creature, however, almost seemed to be looking for something or someone. When it started heading towards the back, where the unarmed were, the revenant jumped into action, and Addie checked her shotgun was loaded. Freshly loaded and ready to deal with trouble.

And then the revenant started that trouble by stepping on an old floorboard and giving away her position. The monster charged straight for her and slammed her out through the doors of the saloon, following it's target. The revenant would be the best suited to deal with that, Addie determined, and instead decided they needed to make sure the innocents got out okay. She caught the eye of the other hunter. "Help me get these out," she ordered, heading in to the back room. She had a back exit, out through the kitchens, and it might just get them far enough away from the fight and the monsters to avoid catastrophe. She threw open the door and started beckoning them out. "Run! Come on, before that thing comes back!" She called. If the monster came back and found them, they'd be sitting ducks, and Addie refused to let that happen in her goddamn saloon.




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God, of all days to come into town. If he'd stayed home on the ranch, he would have had time to at least be a little more prepared. The one good thing about all of this was that they at least seemed to have a decent few hunters around. Which was good, because David was pretty sure they were dealing with multiple wendigos.

He heard a voice screaming at him from the rooftop, asking if he was going to do anything. He silently swore, glancing up at the roof. The woman had been in the store too, but he hadn't paid all that much attention to her at the time. Apparently, she'd noticed him, though. He leaned over the overturned cart and fired two rounds into the creature, but that just seemed to piss it off more. He ducked back under cover in time for it to jump, as it leaped to the roof to try and attack the woman. David took the momentary distraction to reload the shotgun. As he looked up to try and aim at the wendigo again, he instead saw a figure jumping from the roof and crashing into the cart, destroying his cover.

The creature had noticed, however, and wasn't happy about it's target attempting to escape. As it launched itself into the air, David emptied a few more rounds into it. It slowed it down for just a second, and that was enough. David knew the only way to kill the thing was fire. Checking his pockets, he found what he was looking for in the form of a box of matches. David grabbed the woman and pulled her away from the cart, before throwing a lit match onto the cart. The dry wood caught easily and the wendigo screamed out in pain.

"You're welcome," he said, turning to face the woman. It was only then he caught a glimpse of those distinctive grey eyes and smirked. Of course she was a revenant too.

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Josephine was a bit more relieved when the Revenant below her started taking some shots at the wendigo. Most Revenants spent their time as hunters, hunting down these wendigos, skinwalkers, and other such monsters, but Josephine didn’t, she didn’t exactly carry around the special ammo or weapons to directly deal with them. All she could hope for right now is that enough bullets would put down this monster.

Before Joe could fire more shots at the beast, a red-haired woman seemed to burst through the doors of the saloon across the small street, and it didn’t entirely seem like she did it on her own accord. It wasn’t long until a second wendigo jumped through the doors and quickly onto the red-haired woman, who quickly screeched out in pain. Josephine wasn’t sure how much a bite from a wendigo hurt, but she wouldn’t find out today. She quickly fired at the wendigo pinning the woman, distracting it for a second as the pinned woman fired a buckshot and gave herself some space.

As Josephine reloaded, a third wendigo entered the street and was sniffing around. God damn, what the fuck in this town is attracting these monsters She thought to herself. She noticed that the woman that was just a bit hadn’t seen the other wendigo, and it was already heading towards her. “Hey l-” Joe tried to warn her, but it was too late. The beast had quickly tossed the woman into the building below her, going through a glass window. Though she was surprised that the wendigo quickly ran down a different alleway and away from them, though she wasn’t complaining, one less thing for her to deal with.

Though while she was distracted by the red-haired woman fighting and the two wendigoes, she had taken her eye off her original target, which was a bad idea. Behind her she heard the wendigo let out a screech, quickly catching her attention. “Fuck…” Was all she could say before it lunged at her trying to pin her down, much like what happened to the other woman. Joe was able to roll out of the way and fire two shots at the monster, both barely grazing it’s limbs since she didn’t have time to line up a shot. She knew she couldn’t fight the wendigo in close proximity here on the roof and needed to get it back on the street where she would have more cover, and the quickest way down was jumping, which she quickly did.

Any normal human jumping and landing on a hard cart would’ve been hurt a little bit from the fall, but luckily Josephine’s *enhanced* abilities and physical stature softened the landing. But her little escape didn’t last long as the wendigo was already chasing her down. Before she could roll out of the way, the Revenant man from before had fired a few shots from his shotgun, injuring it, and pulling her front he cart, Joe barely able to grab her hat as she rolled onto the ground. As she stood up the man had quickly thrown a lit match at the cart and engulfing it in flames, the wendigo screeching in pain. Josephine aimed and fire two shots into the burning beast, causing it to finally stop moving as it continued to burn.

The man quickly told the woman you’re welcome, and seeing him look at her eyes, obvious now knowing the truth about her. “I was fine…” Josephine quickly said, before turning her attention to the other wendigo in the street, the one she was focusing on before she had to flee the roof. “If you really want my thanks. Deal with this one.” She said, referencing the last wendigo in their area.

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The few people left in the store were in a panic- not that Temperance could blame them- and it was difficult to try to get everyone to stay calm and get anything helpful done. Requests that the people stay calm and help her move things to barricade the doors were met with panicked blabbering and hysterical crying. These people, it seemed, had already decided they were going to die, so there wasn’t much use trying to get them to do anything else. Wonderful, thought Temperance, I can’t move any of this on my own. The two middle aged women could have been plenty help, if they could stay calm. As it was, they were mostly just feeding off each other’s fear, and making Temperance feel more afraid than she had before.

She really felt as though she was getting a handle on things, when someone came crashing through the window. She screamed. The other women in the store screamed. There was crying. Temperance felt sure that this woman who’d come crashing through the window must be dead or dying. There was blood, and being hurdled through a window like that wasn’t something a person easily walks away from. Then she rolled over and got up. Honestly, that was more fear-inducing than the thought that Temperance had just watched someone die.

Tempe tried not to shrink back when the woman looked at her, but something about her was almost chilling. Every revenant or hunter Temperance had ever met had been so different (not that she’d met an abundance), and it was difficult to know what kind you were running into. She fumbled a bit when the hunter tossed her a gun, saying she doubted Tempe knew how to use it. Temperance knew the basics, but she wasn’t sure she could do any good.

Temperance didn’t have much time to catch her breath after the woman jumped back through the window (she thought it was a bad idea. The woman was already hurt. But she likely wouldn’t have listened to Temperance even if she’d given her the chance to speak out), shortly afterwards Temperance saw another wendigo jump up, presumably to the roof. “Shit,” She mumbled, more to herself than anything. That wasn’t in the plan.

Then the woman from before- who Temperance had let on the roof- came tumbling down, breaking a cart that was sitting there. It was stupid and impressive, but the wendigo followed quickly after, and before long the creature was on fire. It’s screams were probably the worst sound that Temperance had ever heard in her life, but the two people outside the shop (Temperance assumed they were both hunters, like the woman who’d been flung through her window. She had no way to be sure, but who else knew how to deal with monsters?) quickly took care of the beast. Temperance didn’t know much about wendigos, or what killing them entailed, but knowing that there was one less running through the town was a relief. She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.

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Manuel had been on the road for a long time. Too long. It had been weeks since he’d eaten a proper meal (meaning: not something he’d killed and cooked up that was hardly palatable), and even longer since he’d slept in a proper bed. He figured it was long past time he was able to properly bathe and wash his clothing. Maybe sleep longer than was typically considered acceptable. Needed some supplies, too. So he’d decided: the next town he came across, he was going to stop in for a few days. He had been ignoring towns and people for the last while (read: most of the past five years of his life), he mostly found them to be distracting. It was almost as if he were afraid he would find a place he liked, would want to stay, put down roots again. This life was almost like a punishment he was imposing on himself, though only heaven knew when he would decide he’d suffered enough.

The closer he got to the next town, though, an unmistakable scent filled the air. Wendigos. And during the day. That wasn’t in the plan. The idea that he could just change course and skip over to the next town didn’t even cross Manuel’s mind: he’d become a hunter, and hunting these things was what he did. It was what he’d reinvented himself to be. There was no question that he was going to go on into town to help out. Besides, sometimes when you save someone’s life, you get a free meal out of it, and that was more than he asked for as a hunter.

He left his horse on the edge of town. He didn’t tie her up too tightly; hopefully, if it came to it, she would be able to get free and run to safety. Or to her death. Either way, she wouldn’t die tied up and completely helpless, which made him feel better about it. She was the only friend he had; with him on the long days, and cold nights. Good listener, too. Not much of a conversationalist, though. That was fine, though. She was really the only living thing Manuel ever confided in, told his worries to. She was also the last link he had to his life before monsters had torn his life apart. Miel felt like family, and Manuel would likely never be able to forgive himself if he knew she’d somehow suffered.

He heard the commotion in town from a ways off. It was the standard thing you hear during a monster attack, regardless of the type. Gunshots, screaming, crying, more screaming. It was strange, really, how you got used to the sounds of human suffering. Over time, it began to feel like just another day. At first, that had made Manuel feel guilty; but just like the horrors he’d seen had stopped being shocking, the guilt faded in time, too.

He quickly took in what he could; there was a lot happening. Through the chaos, he noticed a few things: this town had a seemingly disproportionate number of hunters hanging around, and at first glance they seemed to have things under control. There was a bit of property damage, but being caught by surprise tended to end that way. But Manny knew that fighting just one of these things was tough, and could be exhausting. There was one, moving through the streets. The way it moved, Manuel figured it must be blind. It was sometimes hard to tell, but he would bet on it.

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Arthur Talbot. Benji’s eyes seemed locked with the taller man’s, an unfamiliar sensation of warmth starting low and spreading across his skin. It distracted him for a moment, as Arthur comforted Simon, their fingers intertwined in hopeful promise. A fond smile twisted his lips as Benji watched, trying to take the measure of this man who had risked his person to come to their aid. Beyond an exterior beauty that was easy to see, there was a solidness and honesty about him that Benji found intriguing. His sister had always been far better at understanding people, but Benji had a sense for their character that was hard to explain. Darcy didn’t always trust it, but Benji’s instincts hadn’t led him astray with someone’s nature yet. Arthur seemed to him like a towering Red Oak, a strong and most dependable sort of tree, and it made Benji inclined to like him without question. The three of them seemed almost disconnected from the violent world around them in that moment, like floating in a warm haze. So when movement rustled again at the opening of the alley, shattering Benji free of the strange feeling, he…possibly over reacted. Pulling Arthur and Simon suddenly back and behind him, away from the movement he sensed, Benji reached for his knife, and wasn’t particularly inclined to lower it when he saw the face of the first man who joined them.


They were greeted first by a whistle, the older man’s eyes scanning the dead wendigo before dark eyes met Benji’s. “Don’t tell me this is your handwork Lewis, Baby Benji all grown up?” Elias Nash called out with a sly look, his eyes roaming up next to get a glimpse of who was behind him. The boy he recognized, the man he did not. Simon was Tessa’s kid, and with a slight wince, remembered the woman’s corpse as they’d come down the street. Looked like Simon was on his own now, which was no safe thing to be for a kid in Blackwater. It also wasn’t his problem, so like other uncomfortable feelings, he shoved the guilt away. “Where’s that sister of yours? Aren’t you two usually joined at the hip?”

“Hardly your business.” Benji replied coldly. There were a hundred reasons Benji disliked Nash, not least of which was the fact Benji never walked away from the man without feeling condescended to. If it wasn’t outright lying and scheming with the man, you could count on being insulted at least three times in any conversation before walking away, not to mention you’d best check your pockets. His employer was another reason very high on that list. If Elias Nash was asking after Darcy, it was for him, and that thought stirred something primal deep in his chest.

“Relax kid, we’re just doing a headcount. I saw her duck round the corner a bit ago, but haven’t caught sight of her since.” Another, more welcome voice called out, appearing with a donkey drawn cart that had the remains of one Wendigo already piled on. Angus McClain was a gruff old timer in Blackwater. He’s owned his own medical practice supposedly once upon a time, but most of his medical work these days was patching up hunters, amongst whose ranks he was generally counted. Benji had known the man since he was a child, having been a frequent face in the Lewis household until there'd been a falling out with Deacon. Gus had only moved back to Blackwater a few years prior, but there was still affection there for the old family friend.

“Yeah, relax kid. Put that knife down before you hurt somebody huh?” Nash couldn’t resist throwing in another dig.


“Nash, get yer weasel ass over here and help me with this thing. You ain’t gettin’ paid to stand around and talk like you did somethin today.” Gus snapped as he walked over to the monster’s corpse.

“Benji, why don’t you take yer friends here and go find yer sister. People are starting to congregate, and it’s best if ya don’t get yerself caught out here alone.” Gus continued with a pointed look as he and Nash heft the wendigo onto the cart. “The danger’s passed fer now, but there’s a lot of angry folk milling about, ya hear me? I’ll be along quick as I can.” Benji understood his meaning. People weren’t often comfortable with revenants at the best of times, when they were scared and angry that discomfort could turn into something else much more dangerous.

“Of course.” Benji nodded at the older man’s warning, carefully putting the knife away before turning back to Simon and Arthur, extending his hands to grasp theirs as he turned them to the other exit to the alley. “I think it’s best we go this way.”


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As the last of the danger seemed to have passed, the people of Blackwater began to emerge. From the wreckage of some of the damaged shops, and other hiding spots, more and more anxious faces ventured out, trying to get a glimpse of the aftermath from the attack they’d just suffered. A quick scan of the area to check over the living people assembled had Darcy satisfied they weren’t dealing with any life threatening injuries at the moment. David seemed to have the most serious wound among them, so once they got a doc flagged down, he’d take priority. Ushering David over to a bench by the saloon, Darcy set her pack down and began rummaging to see what supplies she even had that could be counted as medical. Outside of a needle and thread and spare shirt (Which given the state of her own with the left sleeve torn clear to ribbons, she may be needing herself after a bit.), things didn’t look promising. Another glance down the street, and she could see Doc Anderson was busy with some other survivors, and from the amount of blood she could see from even this far away, it looked like he'd be busy for a while. Gus was also nowhere in sight.

“Hey bring out some clean water, soap, linens, and whisky would you?!” Darcy called out to another hunter she knew in passing as he stumbled out of the saloon. Dale something, shaky hands, but a surprisingly steady shot. He nodded quickly before running back inside to fetch what she’d asked.

“Alright, let’s get that thing off.” Darcy turned back to David, indicating his shirt. “We might be on the waiting list, but we can at least try and get that wound cleaned up.” The requested supplies had just arrived when a woman approached, calling out a greeting and asking after them. Darcy turned to face her and stopped short.

Another one? One glance at the woman’s eyes was all it took for Darcy to know she was now face to face with yet another revenant. Living with one hadn’t exactly robbed the mystique of that whole condition for Darcy, as the Lewis siblings had never exactly sought them out for guidance on Benji’s situation, but it did make her conscious to be polite. Watching how people treated Benji with general unease or outright hostility, changed Darcy’s outlook on some things. There might be some aspects of that whole business Darcy found uncomfortable, but she wasn’t going to flinch away from them either.

“Thanks.” Darcy offered with a hand extended out in greeting, eye contact firmly maintained. “Darcy Lewis. Good to meet you Red.” She continued, giving the woman a full glance over as she noticed the bandaged shoulder. It was good work, whoever had done it, but there were already spots of blood seeping through the bandages, so that wound had to be nasty.

“Are you okay?” Darcy asked, a little incredulous, shifting to take a closer look. That had to be incredibly painful. How was she standing here talking so nonchalantly and asking after them?! Darcy had heard revenents had a pretty high pain threshold, but this was insane.

“I think you should come over here and take a seat. We’ll get a doctor to take a look at that.” Darcy said firmly with a pointedly stubborn look. Picking up her pack to make room on the bench, she patted the spot in a manner more order than invitation.

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Benji hadn’t really been sure what to talk about as they made their way around to the main street. Darcy had a talent for clever words that reminded him of their creek, flowing, babbling along as it surged and adapted to always find a clear path forward. He felt stilted by comparison, never sure if what he’d said was about to cause awkward silence or offense. Sometimes people laughed, which wasn’t so bad. It never stopped him from speaking, but for one he very much cared about his words' reception. So far, Simon seemed interested enough.

“The trick is to never let the Blue Jays catch on first. They never play fair with the other birds, but the Crows will sometimes bring presents if they decide to stay and like the food enough.” Benji chattered on as they carefully discussed the woods near his home.

“So they’ll just come to your hand?” Simon asked a little awed, both hands held in a gentle grip from his two rescuers.

“Some will. Once they know you better.” Benji amended, not wanting to get the boy’s hopes up too high for a first attempt. Once they made it to the main street, it became clear Gus was right, there were suddenly quite a number of people out on the street. Back by Addie’s saloon, he could see a few familiar faces, his sister’s included, and he was relieved to see she looked relatively unharmed. He navigated them along the less crowded parts of the street, careful to avoid the wendigo corpse and sheriff’s men milling about as they went.

“I’m glad you aren’t too injured.” Benji said by way of greeting when they reached the bench Darcy appeared to have claimed with a pair of unfamiliar faces. He glanced at them curiously with a smile before looking back to his sister, who’d turned immediately to start checking him over zealously for injuries. “I’m not hurt.” Benji said patiently, used to the treatment by now.

”I got worried when you didn’t come back.” Darcy confessed, noting the man with him before turning to the child, the same boy who’d thrown the rock at the wendigo in the street.

“This is Simon.” Her brother introduced solemnly. “He’s going to be staying with us.” He continued with a finality that had Darcy reeling a moment to catch up. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Benji’s eyes said, and between that, and this Simon’s hopeful puppy dog eyes peering up at her, Darcy was left defenseless. She gave her brother a slightly sour look, wishing they’d at least had a chance to talk about options first before making big public promises in front of the kid, but her eyes softened when they met Simon’s. “It’s alright kiddo. We’re going to make sure you’re taken care of alright.” She confirmed with a soft smile for him.


“Who’s your friend?” Darcy asked, glancing over at the other man holding Simon’s hand.

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Temperance couldn’t seem to take her eyes off the action in the streets. There was a part of her that knew she would be better off not looking; violence wasn’t something she was particularly fond of, but something about not watching the work of the brave souls fighting the monsters felt wrong to her. So she watched. She noticed when the woman who’d previously been up on the roof slipped away, though just barely through the chaos in the streets. Tempe didn’t pay her much mind.

It wasn’t long before it seemed to be over, and people were out on the streets again; tending to the wounded, checking to make sure their friends and family weren’t among the dead. Temperance had half a mind to run straight home to her parents, check in on her sisters.

Her fingers shook slightly as she unlocked the doors of the shop, the thought that there wasn’t much point in staying locked up when the window busted out did occur to her, but she brushed it aside in favor of flinging the doors open and stepping out into the street. Almost instinctively, she started to look around. Who was she looking for? She didn’t know, but perhaps she would know when she found them.

She spotted her, the woman who’d crashed through the window, given her a gun, and then left. Temperance almost didn’t even remember her asking for the gun back, but she figured she’d probably like to have it. Tempe felt comforted by the presence of Darcy and Benji, as familiar faces tended to do.

The hunter- revenant- looked… Worse for wear. Really, the entire group was in various states of injury, or lack thereof. Still, Temperance didn’t want to be stuck with someone else’s gun; didn’t need to be accused of something she hadn’t done. “Um, thank you,” She smiled, glancing at the man sharing the bench with the revenant. He was the other one that had been in her shop, then she looked at Darcy, “If you need anything from the shop, it’s yours. They put me in charge today, so I recon I can make that call.” She turned back to the woman who’d lent her the gun, and held it out to her, so she could return it, “I didn’t need it. Thank you, though.”


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The woman who called out to him seemed pretty confident. Plenty of hunters in town, so they likely could handle things just fine, so when she suggested he move on, it was tempting. But he would have felt guilty leaving the woman to deal with the creature, especially now that she was more than an abstract idea. “Miss, I don’t doubt that you all-”

He stopped mid-sentence when the creature turned to them. Frankly, the blind ones had always scared him the most; it was hard to tell if they’d really locked on to you, or if the creature would move on. The woman mentioned running, or else helping her take down the wendigo. In his mind there really wasn’t much of a choice; he wasn’t about to leave this woman alone with a monster, regardless of how confident she was in her own abilities. He’d started to quickly look around, see if there was anywhere better to lead the monster, anything they could use to more easily light it up, when a stray round of gunfire spooked the beast.

As the creature charged, Manuel took a few instinctive steps back. Whatever rounds the woman had in her gun worked better than standard bullets, but it wasn’t quite enough. A pang of guilt hit Manny’s chest as the creature sent her flying; as if there was much he could have done in the first place. He knew he didn’t have much time, and he needed to get the wendigo’s attention off of the woman, or else there was a good chance she’d wind up pretty badly hurt.

Of course, some idiot yelling was a good way to change the beast’s attention, too. Manny wondered briefly if the man had a plan, and it quickly became apparent that no, he didn’t have a plan, or even anything resembling one. It was tempting to let the guy lay in the bed he’d made, but Manny found himself looking down the street, mentally grasping for something he could do. The woman running up the street looked like she had it more under control, so he turned back to the woman who’d been knocked to the ground.

“You alright, miss?” Clearly, the woman had seen better days, but she didn’t appear to be badly hurt. Still, Manny felt bad that she'd taken the hit at all.

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Even if the wound wasn’t affecting him anywhere near as much as it would have affected a normal human, David hadn’t fully realised how bad he did feel until he sat down and felt a little better. Darcy didn’t seem to have much in the way of medical supplies, but she yelled out an order for someone to go get supplies for her.

Getting his shirt off was easier said than done, even if it was basically torn to shreds already. Stretching his torso even slightly hurt like hell, but he managed to pull it off. As he did so and tossed the ruined clothes to one side, breathing heavily with the pain, a woman called out to them and made her way over. He raised his eyebrows as he caught a glimpse of her eyes. By the looks of things, there were more Revenants than usual in town. Probably part of the reason they’d fared so well in the attack, really. He returned as the woman introduced herself as Red.

“David Arthurs,” he said briefly in return. “And it’s just a scratch, really,” he said drily, glancing down at his side. He wasn’t sure if it just looked worse than it was or if it was really just that bad, but he knew that he’d gotten lucky. A few more seconds and the damage could have been bad enough that even he wouldn’t have survived it.

Red apparently had a wound of her own that Darcy deemed bad enough to check over, but before she could do so, three newcomers arrived, two men and a kid, holding their hands. David quickly retrieved his shirt and pressed it to the wound so the kid couldn’t see it, even if his attention seemed to be focused on the two men he was with. David took a minute to assess them. One was tall, dark, and handsome, and almost impossibly neat, even despite the dirt that was on his clothes. David liked a guy that put in at least a little bit of an effort.

Something about the other man took him aback, and it took him a minute to pinpoint that was a contrast. David wouldn’t have even had him pegged as a hunter- so the fact he had distinctive grey eyes threw David. He hadn’t met any other revenants, but they all seemed to have a distinctive look.

Judging by Darcy’s behaviour, she knew the Revenant, and glancing between them, he could see the family resemblance. He introduced the kid as Simon and declared he would be staying with them, and David was surprised when Darcy just seemed to roll with that. The other man introduced himself as Arthur.

And then another older man arrived. His initial comment made David tense up for a moment as he warily watched them for a moment or two, but Arthur’s response made him relax a little. The man seemed to be a relative of Arthur’s, and the sudden influx of concerned family members was beginning to make David feel like he was intruding. Taking another glance at the wounds, he figured that he could probably sort himself out just fine. He’d only stocked up on medical supplies a week or two ago.

“Hey so, uh, you all seem busy, I’ll leave you to it-” he started, only to stand up a little quickly and pull on the wounds. He gasped in pain, gripping the back of the bench for a second or two until the worst of it passed, having to bite back vulgarities. “I’m fine, really,” he said as soon as he could speak again, not quite sure if he was trying to convince himself or the others.

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Scarlet accepted the woman’s handshake, returning a rather oddly strong and firm handshake, far more so than one would expect coming from someone of her stature. Darcy Lewis, committing the name to memory, if she’d need it for future reference. “Pleasure to meet you, Darcy Lewis.” Scarlet said with the faintest of smiles before it quickly faded as she looked around at all the people in the streets. Many of they were slowly being tended to for their wounds, or were helping tend to other people’s wounds as there was only so much one doctor could do for this many people. Thankfully, the number of people that had been injured had been minimized, but there were still too many people than she would have liked with wounds, even if they were minor.

It didn’t matter how many people she had seen be killed or wounded over the years, the small pit that always formed in her stomach never ceased to make itself known. No matter how much death, decay, and rot she witnessed, it never made it any easier to see. Only trying to put on a brave face and accept the harsh reality of the world they lived in helped her press on, as well as what she had seen in all of her years, some of the worst humanity had to offer managed to always make her stay in her head. Snapping her head to the side as the man that she had seen Darcy scanning over earlier introduced himself as David Arthurs. “Good to meet you as well, David. Good to know there were...more capable people in town today.” she said with a small nod. Seeing how he was too another revenant had caused both a small bit of concern as well as relief to form in her gut. Just how many others were in this town? But if it hadn’t been for however many were here, things may have ended all too differently.

Scarlet looked back at the woman as she asked if Scarlet was okay. She hadn’t really put much of her thought into her own wound, as she was used to getting hurt, as well as learning to just ignore the pain and let it just heal itself over time, revenants did heal faster than the normal person, but this wound would take at least a week or two to fully heal over seeing how much the damned wendigo had taken out of her shoulder. “I’m alright, I’ve been through much worse.” a small chuckle barely had enough time to escape her lips before Darcy had already gotten to work at moving some things away from the bench and was already patting the place for the revenant to sit so she could look over the wound properly. Scarlet found herself rolling her eyes as she tried to insist she was in fact fine and that there were others that needed help more than her, “Really, I’m fine-” she started, but seeing the look on Darcy’s face made it clear that the woman wasn’t messing around and in fact was giving her, a revenant, orders. Scarlet didn’t know if the woman was just brave, careless, or ballsy, but the fact she was ordering a revenant around impressed and even somewhat intimidated Scarlet. Not many people would try to order around a revenant, nevermind talk to one or even really show any concern for one like this. Something must have had an affect on Darcy for her to care about a revenant more than anyone else that truly needed the help.

Scarlet sighed in defeat and walked over to where the woman ordered her to sit and sat down, giving the man who was named David a look over, seeing the wound by his side. Luckily it wouldn’t kill him and he’d heal rather quickly, if not at least be sore for a few days. “Keep it on ice and you’ll be fine soon enough…” Scarlet said with a small nod to David, before looking back up to see three more people walk over to their direction. At least one of them seemed to know Darcy by their interactions, which Red found interesting. But looking the man over for more than a moment revealed all she needed to know. He too was a revenant, and she could see a resemblance between Darcy and the younger man. He must have been her brother, and the fact that he was a revenant explained why she was so oddly calm she ordered Scarlet to sit so she could look over the wound. Her brother was one as well. That couldn’t have been easy.

Scarlet remained silent as she observed the interactions going on between the slowly forming group, biting the inside of her lip as she was slowly becoming nervous in a group of people that seemed to only be growing more in size as a man walked over to them. Her brows furrowed at the older man as he made a comment aimed towards whoever the other man was with the revenant and child. Who was at least human. The comment sent a small burst of anger through her veins, slowly getting back to her feet as she was prepared to walk over to the man for the words, which seemed to roll off the younger man’s shoulders in a form of retort. Seeing how it was clearly an ill attempt at a joke, Scarlet sat back down, keeping her eyes trailed on the man as she gripped her shoulder, more blood was beginning to ooze out from the wound, coating her hand in fresh blood as she seemed to reopen the wound already by attempting to get up like she had. Looking back at David, she arched an eyebrow as she watched him catch himself as he seemed to try to get up but was a failed attempt by the looks of it. “Just...Just give it a bit, David. Last thing you want to do is overdue it and make it worse, so just relax.” the woman insisted. Looking back up at Darcy, “Maybe I should take this lady’s word and let her look it over, just in case.” a small exhale escaped her lips, before she slowly removed her shirt, exposing the bloodied bandages underneath as well as a chest wrapping as she wasn’t entirely shy of having to let others look over her wounds. She had been through this process far too many times in the past. “Fair warning, it’s...It’s not pretty. One of those bastards took a pretty good bite out of my shoulder, just managing to avoid any major arteries. I know that much…” Scarlet sighed in resignation as she clasped her hands in front of her.

Turning her head to look to the side as she heard a vaguely familiar voice speak up, seeing it was the girl in the shop from earlier. The one she had crashed into earlier, that wasn't a good look on her part, which she still felt bad for. Scarlet smiled as the woman handed back her gun, which she had almost forgotten about until she reached towards her holster to see it was infact, lacking the presence of a gun. "Thank you, I almost forgot about that. Much appreciated." she said with a kind smile as Scarlet reached out for the gun, accidentally overlapping the girl's hand with her own. Quickly taking the gun back and placing it back by her side, Scarlet looked back up at the girl, with her mind thinking for a moment before digging in her jacket's pocket. Retrieving a few bills, she handed them over to the woman, "Consider it a way of saying sorry for the window. It should cover most of the cost for the damages and should be able to pay for repairs. I really am sorry for...Crashing through the store window." Scarlet said with a small chuckle, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. She never was one for first impressions, and that most certainly wasn't a way to make a good one.

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“Darcy Lewis.” The hunter answered, catching this Arthur’s hand for a firm but comfortable shake. Polite and sturdy were Darcy’s first impressions, and she gave an answering smile of her own as they exchanged pleasantries. “Likewise. I assume you’re who I have to thank for keeping this one out of trouble?” Her tone was light, but the gratitude was genuine as her green eyes shifted back to her brother, who indeed appeared to be unharmed, almost miraculously so given what they’d faced in the streets.

“Arthur’s rescue was very timely.” Benji added helpfully with a smile, before turning his curious gaze to the two individuals his sister had cowed into sitting on the bench. A quick glance at their eyes told him they were both Revenants. That was interesting. Benji hadn’t had many dealings with others like himself, and now there were suddenly two sitting right there, injured and properly corralled by his sister. The sight was almost comical.

The arrival of the next man however was less so, despite his attempt at humor. Benji had tensed at first, unsure of this stranger’s intent, but his shoulder relaxed at Arthur’s apparent familiarity with the older hunter. The gentle touches and assessing eyes were easy to overlook, but Benji had been on the receiving end from Darcy enough times to recognize a gruff intimacy shared between family. They weren’t being threatened.

“Did I tell you to move?” Darcy snapped, as both the geniuses on her bench decided clamoring to their feet while bleeding out from nasty wendigo wounds was just a swell idea. Tough as nails or not, they weren't going anywhere until they'd gotten at least some basic care. She already had a clean rag dampened with the strongest proof liquor Dale could find behind Addie’s counter. Red seemed to think David’s wound would heal up fine on it’s own, which was true enough, Darcy was familiar with Revenents, and knew how fast they healed comparatively. A glance at the wound with his shirt off made Darcy think it wasn’t deep enough to require stitches, which was a good sign, but there’s was no reason to take needless risks by not a least cleaning and wrapping it up.

“This is gonna sting.” Darcy warned, bringing the dry side of the cloth down to wipe away the blood first, then the damp side to cleanse it as best she could. It already looked a little better than it had a bit ago, though she doubted David was going to feel good anytime soon. Once that was done, Darcy turned to Benji, pointing at the linens. “Think you can wrap his wound up while I take a look at Red?” Benji nodded solemnly, picking up the clean bandages and moving over to David.

“Let me know if it’s too tight.” Benji said kindly as he began wrapping bandages carefully around the wounded man’s torso. “I’m Benji by the way. Good to meet you.”

Darcy hadn’t made it much past wincing while Red undid her bandages before the man who’d bustled in a moment ago addressed her with a careful warning. She recognized him as the sniper on the roof from earlier who'd helped her kill the first wendigo in the street, and she stood by her original assessment that he was clearly an experienced hunter, if lacking in a general sense of tact based on his entrance. This close up, a quick glance told her he was a bit older, but also framed with obvious muscle, observant dark eyes, and a pair of smugly quirked cupid bow lips full enough to --Nope, full stop. That line of thinking was definitely not helpful, and Darcy blamed the day’s insane influx of adrenaline for indulging it as far as she had.

“Right...gratitude has never been a Blackwater specialty.” Darcy agreed dryly with the sound advice, tearing her eyes away to scan the growing crowd. The sooner they could move inside the better, but there was no way she and Benji were going to be able to leave town until at earliest tomorrow. Given the pensive faces glancing back their way from the crowd, Darcy found that reality regrettable, but one familiar face helped ease her rising tension. As Gus steered the wagon up the street their way, Darcy rummaged out a few coins and turned to Simon.

“Hey kiddo, I’ve got a job for you. Think you’re up for it?” Darcy asked carefully. When Simon nodded, with serious brown eyes older than a kid his age should have, she placed the coins in his hand and jerked a thumb back toward Addie’s saloon. “I need you to head inside and find Miss Addie. You give her those, and tell her Darcy needs a room. Once that’s done I need you to scout it out and make sure everything’s in good shape okay. Can you help me out with that?” He nodded again, and task given, Simon took the coins before bounding inside the saloon to do as he was asked.

Gus parked the wagon with its grizzly cargo just a little ways off, before climbing down with his surgery bag and moving toward them. “Oh good ya are alive. Nice ta know the Lewis clan is too stubborn to die as usual, no matter how half cocked the lot of ya like runnin’ into danger the first chance ya get!” Gus wasted no time laying in as he glanced at Red’s shoulder and started digging through his bag. “Flying in with no backup, no cover, against two fuckin’ wendigos...I outta tear ya a new one.” Gus groused in a way only a curmudgeonly grandfather can really pull off. “And I would, but ya got trouble heading yer way. Nash was lookin’ for ya, which means Reyens is. I shook ‘im for a head start, but he ain’t too far behind.” He said looking sour.

The name Reynes made Darcy grimace. “The hell does he want?” She bit out harsher than she’d meant to, but she’d been free of that man for years, and she sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with him now.

“My guess, it’s about the kid that brother of yours picked up. Boy’s mama was one of his girls.” Gus warned softly, pulling out a needle, thread, and some honest to god rubbing alcohol from his bag as he turned to address Red’s shoulder as best he could.

“Fuck…” Darcy swore under her breath, suddenly very glad she’d sent Simon to relative safety inside the saloon. Gus didn’t have to say the obvious, no one worked as a girl down at the Red Pony unless they owed Malachi Reynes more money than they knew how to pay back, and he wasn’t the type to let debts die with the parent. She should know.

“Well, isn’t this quite the intimate little gathering.” A voice called out of the crowd as a dark, impeccably dressed figure sauntered up their way. “I had hoped to discuss a matter of business with you Miss Lewis, but I fear the surprise may have been ruined somewhat.” He drawled, ringed fingers fiddling idly with the jeweled crow head of his cane.

“Condolences appear to be in order for the passing of Miss Tessa Grey, my deepest sympathies of course. There is however, the matter of her debt, which I fear still needs resolved.” Darcy strode out to meet him before he fully made it to the group, trying to create as much of a barrier between their injured party, and the predator in their midst, that she could.

“Her body’s not even cold yet, and you’re shaking her kid down for money?” Darcy spit back, unable to hide the disgust she felt from her eyes. Her look managed to be more diplomatic than Benji’s though. No one could see the look in his silver eyes as he gazed at Reynes as anything less than loathing.

“I’m afraid the interest rate on her initial loan does not favor such niceties, as the total has already reached a not inconsequential Seventy Five dollars. I’m sure the boy and I can come to an arrangement though on how to most...expediently pay off such a large sum.” Darcy swallowed bile at that thinly veiled suggestion, managing to keep her lip from curling in an outright snear.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Darcy stated firmly, standing as a physical barrier between Reynes and the rest of the group as much as possible. She knew how he played this game, and leverage was always key. “I imagine reclaiming whatever you convinced that poor woman to buy from you in the first place-”

“A sewing machine.” Reynes supplied helpfully in a jovial tone that belied the fact this was just a game for him, an amusing opportunity to pass the time in the presence of those who could not afford to escape it. It made a temper flare in Darcy all over again, but she knew better than to fall into that trap.

“Will be the quickest way to do that. Take it, and anything else valuable in their house, and fuck off.” Darcy finished dryly. “Odds are, you’ll come out on top with that, and if not, I’ll cover the difference.”

“That’s an interesting...first offer.” Reynes grinned, trying to lean into her space. It was a common power play she’d seen the man use a hundred times, but Darcy wasn’t fifteen anymore, and knew better than to shrink away, even if his close proximity made her skin crawl.

“Only offer.” Darcy growled back quietly. “Take the deal, and leave him the hell alone, or I swear, I will kick up such a holy goddamn fuss in town about what we both know goes on in that backroom, that even your buddy Jamison won’t shield you from the storm if you even look in Simon’s direction wrong” Threats were a gambit, but Darcy was betting the potential trouble would outweigh any benefit for dragging this game out much longer.


“And you know what happens if you choose that route. Hardly a sunset ending my dear.” He replied softly, his dangerous tone. Malachi Reynes never yelled before he killed people.

“You’re not getting him either way. Take it or leave it.” Darcy repeated firmly, trying to appear more confident in her bluff than she felt.

Silence hung heavily for a few moments, until: “Well then, it appears we have a solution. That’s what I always liked about you my dear, you always had a talent for figuring out how to pay off other peoples’ debts.” Reynes replied with a cutting smile. “You may find yourself in the coming days, in need of a powerful friend Miss Lewis, a...benefactor if you will. I look back on our past association quite fondly, and would not be adverse to renewing it once again. Same terms.”


“I’ll pass, thanks.” Darcy offered a caustic grin of her own, before turning on her heel and back to Gus, refusing to look back to see if Reyes was still lingering about.


“There, it’s handled. How’s the shoulder?” Darcy shifted back to the more immediate problem at hand. It still looked painful and angry to Darcy’s eye, with no amount of stitching able to hide the chuck just missing, but she could see where Gus had cleaned and stitched what he could, as he began rewrapping Red’s shoulder.

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David just raised an eyebrow as Red told him to just give it a minute and not let it get any worse, but smirked as she said she should probably let Darcy look over hers as well. It came across like she was trying to set a good example or something for him, which was, frankly, amusing to say the least. But he did as he was told and sat back down as Darcy snapped at him to do so.

The woman from the general store- Temperance, wasn’t it?- approached them and handed Red back her gun, telling them that if they needed anything from the store, it was theirs. David nodded. “Thank you very much, ma’am. Think I’ve got everything I need for now but it’s appreciated.”

He nodded at Darcy’s warning that it was going to sting, but it still didn’t fully prepare him. He clenched his jaw and bit back an exclamation as the alcohol hit the wounds, telling himself that the sting would likely be worth it. Even if he did heal much much quicker these days, he’d seen the damage infected wounds could do.

She moved on to checking out the other Revenant, and the man David had guessed was her brother took her place to wrap them. David nodded as the man told him to let him know if they were too tight and introduced himself as Benji. “David,” he said by way of introduction. “Thanks,” he added. The bandages were tight but not uncomfortably so, probably better wrapped than if he’d done it himself. “You’ve got a knack for this, you know that?”

At the mention of Malachi Reynes, David could feel himself involuntarily tensing up. Reynes has been hanging around the ranch the day after his mother died, talking about how David was probably gonna need a bit of help with things and how money had to be tight. He’d made plenty of inferences about how a “handsome boy like him” could earn his keep. But his mother had warned him never to accept a penny from that man. He’d been offering them help ever since her husband had died and she’d told him where to shove it on a number of occasions. And so David gave exactly the same response when Reynes made his offer to him, embellishing it with a few choice words that made his feelings clear and probably would have made his mother gasp.

And it appeared there was no love lost between anyone else in the group and Reynes. If Darcy’s tone didn’t give it away, the look of pure hatred that Benji shot the man would have done. Reynes’ sickening tone and the implication of what he had in mind practically turned David’s stomach. But Darcy knew how to handle him, and she didn’t seem intimidated by him in the slightest. He’d clearly met his match in her. As Reynes turned to leave, he caught David’s eye and raised an eyebrow, wearing the shadow of a smirk. David just glowered at him as he walked away.

“Well, sure is good to see someone who’s not afraid to stand up to that bastard,” David remarked. “If y’all want somewhere to lay low, though, I got a few spare rooms. As he said,” he said, nodding at the older man that he was guessing was a relative of Arthur’s, “Folks around these parts ain’t exactly hospitable at the best times, especially if you’ve got Malachi Reynes on your bad side.”

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Character Portrait: Scarlet Ingles Character Portrait: Temperance Wheeler Character Portrait: Addie Meadowsweet Character Portrait: David Arthurs Character Portrait: Manuel Castillo
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  1. And there they go; gone but not forgotten. Thanks again, guys, for being so wonderful. I really loved writing with and getting to know you all. <3

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Temperance smiled at the woman (revenant?) who’d crashed through the window, and for a moment considered insisting she keep the money. In the end, Tempe took the money with a smile. Maybe her mother wouldn’t blow a gasket about a broken window if they had a bit of money to help pay for it’s replacement. “Thank you,” She said, her voice laced with sincerity, “For this and, you know, the monsters.” Temperance knew that she was probably lucky to be alive. Had there not been people in town able to fight off the threat, casualties very likely would have been much worse than what she could already see. Almost absently, she wondered if any creatures had been out past this part of town. A bit of worry grew in her stomach as she thought of her parents; their home was just outside the main part of town.

Then the man who’d been in the store right before the attack (he looked familiar enough) thanked her for offering up supplies. She shrugged, “Well, y’all saved the town. Feels like the least I can do.”

When Malachi Reynes was mentioned, Temperance took that as her cue to leave. She didn’t know Reynes personally, but everyone in town knew who he was, and most parents spent at least a little time warning their children to give the man a wide breadth. “I’ve, uh, got some cleanin’ to do. Thank you, again.” With a nod, and one last smile, she excused herself.

The walk back to the store wasn’t a long one, and once she got there, she realized that she just wanted to be home more than anything. Quickly, she gathered up her things, collected the cash from the drawer, and headed back out the door. She’d offered the hunters anything they needed from the store, so she decided not to lock up (honestly, with a broken window it would be easy enough for anyone to get in the shop anyway). She briefly wondered if she should stop in to check on her sisters on her way back home, and decided that it was for the best. That way she could tell her parents how they were when she arrived home.

Hannah and the children were fine- she said she’d thought she’d be happy to have them home sick with pox. Temperance didn’t go inside to see them, she had to get home. Grace didn’t come to the door, which was worrying, but Temperance hoped that they were safe, too. Hopefully they’d been able to shelter somewhere, if they were out.

When she got home, Temperance was so relieved to see that everything looked exactly the same as it always had. The creatures hadn’t gotten that far. She could only hope that she never had to see another one of them again. She ran inside, hugged her mother, and finally let all the fear she’d felt flow freely from her body in the form of tears. She told her parents everything as she cried, and then she went to clean herself up a bit, before she and her mother went to start doing what they could about the store.





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Clearly, Addie was a tough woman. Normally, Manny would have offered to help her up, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble getting to her feet on her own. He shook her hand when she offered it, and returned her own introduction with a brief, but not impolite introduction of his own. “Manny.” He’d found that most people he’d encountered since leaving Texas had preferred to use his nickname, so over time that had just become his default.

He glanced around the town during Addie’s short exchange with the other woman; a lot of damage had been done. He’d only just arrived, but he felt a strong urge to get out of the situation ahead of him. People had the nasty habit of blaming the wrong people when bad things happened. He didn’t think he wanted to stick around and face that blame. When Addie mentioned that she could use some help cleaning up her tavern, there was a very real part of Manuel that wanted to agree. She was beautiful, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice. “I’d love to help,” This was where an apologetic smile crossed his face, “But I think it may be best if I get moving along. Outsiders are easy to blame when things go wrong.” He knew that from experience. “Best of luck to you. Hope the damages don’t put you under.” That wasn’t, perhaps, the most helpful thing to say, but it was true.

Before he knew it, he was back with Miel. They could stop at the next town; heaven knows they could survive a little while longer on the road. They’d both been through hell, and they’d likely go through hell again. But not today. Manny was going to avoid any more trouble if he could.