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Temperance Wheeler

Just do everything we didn't do and you will be perfectly safe.

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a character in “Last Of The Revenants”, originally authored by phosphene, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Just do everything we didn't do and you will be perfectly safe."
Just do everything we didn't do and you will be perfectly safe.-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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i d e n t i t y
xxxxx|| Name || Temperance Anne Wheeler
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Tempe, Tempy
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xxxxx|| Gender || cisfemale
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xxxxx|| Age || 20
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xxxxx|| Birthday || January 19
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || (closeted) homosexual
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xxxxx|| Role || human
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'8"
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xxxxx|| Weight || 132 lbs
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || brown
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || brown
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || n/a
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xxxxx|| Description || Tall and beautiful, Tempe has been no stranger to the affections of men. She tends to carry herself with all of the strange awkwardness of someone who is entirely uncomfortable with herself. She tends to dress simply as she can get away with, not liking to adorn herself in any ornate fabrics or complex hair styles, even at parties. She tends to have a sad countenance about her, even when she smiles. Something about her just seems as if she's always fighting the urge to cry, or scream, or hit someone. Still, she tries her best to look pleasant. A clean face, hair neatly tied behind her head, clothes clean, well-fitting, and freshly pressed. She is always well put-together, and it suits her, even if she does look like she's bursting at the seams with words unsaid.
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Temperance is sweet, kind, and caring. She’s the kind that will do whatever she can to help the people in her life, though there is often much that she simply can’t do. She’s not exactly been shielded from the horrors of the world; she knows about the attacks, the death, the destruction, but she’s never known exactly what it looks like. What the reality is, so she tends to be able to go about life with a certain amount of optimism that some people can’t seem to muster. Always looking on the bright side, Temperance tries to go through life with a smile on her face. Things aren’t perfect, but dwelling on the bad things doesn’t do anyone any favors.

She does have her moments where it’s too much, where she has to lock herself away and cry. Normally shortly after an attack, when she has to face the reality of life. In truth, she has a very melancholy way of thinking. She tries to keep it to herself, but she often finds herself believing that the world is crumbling down around them, and wishes there were more she could do. With friends, she can be a little on the mischievous side, though almost never enough to get herself in trouble. She has a bit of a cheeky wit, and enjoys telling jokes, even if she does rarely get the chance.

While, she is not particularly stubborn, and isn’t one to boldly oppose authority, or even verbally stand up for herself- but she is the sort to sneak out after dark, or go behind your back if she thinks it’s the right thing to do. She despises confrontation, and actively tries to avoid it, but her sense of what is right is very strong, and often seems to override her desire to keep the peace. Her sense of justice often brings her to tears, and she can’t stand to see suffering or pain in the world.


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xxxxx|| Likes || Being one of her only views to the world outside the town she was born, Temperance loves books, and while she isn't particularly talented at playing, she loves to listen to piano music. She has quite the sweet tooth, and will never turn down sweets of any kind. She's been known to say that there is no luxury quite like a warm bath. She adores spring afternoons, and that fresh feeling after it rains, like the world is new. Tempe loves kittens, and has single handedly nurtured several after they'd been abandoned. While she hasn't seen many, she loves plays, giving (and receiving) hugs, and strawberries are perhaps her favorite thing to eat.
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xxxxx|| Dislikes || Temperance has never liked the cold, and often complains through chattering teeth of the discomfort it brings her. While she doesn't necessarily have anything against alcohol, she despises drunkenness, as she has seen excess drinking turn too ] many decent men into monsters. There is nothing sadder to her than death, sickness, and the pain they leave behind. Temperance hates crying, especially in front of others, and tries to avoid it when she can. She's not a fan of salty foods, bugs, and not being taken seriously. She hates feeling rushed, and tends to wish that people would just let her take her time, but more than anything, Tempe doesn't like being alone.
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xxxxx|| Fears || trains, thunderstorms.
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xxxxx|| Secrets || she’s recently turned down a very decent marriage proposal, and wants nothing more than to get away from the constant reminders of it.xx
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xxxxx|| Abilities || Temperance tends to be fairly good at staying under people's radar; she's fairly unsuspecting, with her kind face and general air of vulnerability.
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xxxxx|| Talents || Tempe is a good horseback rider, a half-decent cook, and she's good at working stubborn stains out of clothing. She's grown fairly proficient at reading people over the years, but tends to save that for the particularly obnoxious sort. She's about as good at sewing and mending as can be expected of a young woman her age, and has a relatively steady hand.
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xxxxx|| Strengths || Temperance biggest strength, though she loathes to admit it, is people's general insistence of underestimating her.
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xxxxx|| Weaknesses || Tempe isn't much of a fighter, can hardly shoot a gun, and very likely couldn't bring herself to harm anything resembling a person if she tried. She just cares about people too much to want to really hurt them.


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h i s t o r y

Temperance was the youngest child born of a loving union; with four older siblings, the house was often busy (even verging on chaos occasionally), but there was no shortage of love. Despite always being in her life, Temperance never knew much about her father. She knew of his temperament, his character, what kind of a man he was, but his past was a mystery to all of his children.

Temperance grew up helping tend to her parent’s shop, and helping keep up the family home. With their father’s disability, and their mother being otherwise occupied with the family business, many of the household tasks fell on the children as their father grew older. He did what he could, but some of the chores were difficult for him, and Temperance certainly never complained. Though the older she got, the less sense things made. She had always assumed her father’s injuries had been from the war, but as a teenager she found that not to be true.

She was only fourteen when the boys in town started trying to convince her that they would make good husbands, and it was at fourteen that she vowed to herself that she would never marry. She didn’t understand, at first, why the idea seemed so unpleasant, but as she grew older she began to understand herself. A certain sadness came with that understanding, because she knew that she would never fully belong there, and she would always struggle through life if she refused to marry. But she knew in her heart that she couldn’t live her whole life as a lie. She spent her time crying about it, and then vowed to never shed another tear about how unfair her life was. There were better things to weep about, and she so hated to cry.

As her siblings all left the family home, and only she remained, she began to feel a deep sense of loneliness. Long hours were spent alone, and while she could have easily gone into town for company, for a time she turned into herself. She had never gone out with the intent to snoop through her parent’s things, but she’d spent an entire eighteen years of her life feeling like she didn’t know them (her father, especially) at all. She had never expected her parents to be close friends, but she thought they should be more than mere acquaintances, that she should know more about them than their names and whether or not they liked sugar in their tea. She found a lot of things that didn’t make sense, though she never dared to question her father about it. If he had been a hunter, he must have had his reasons to never mention it. That’s what she told herself, even though, in her heart, all she wanted was to know- to understand. Why hadn’t he passed down his knowledge to even one of his children? But she knew that he would never tell her, so she would have to find her answers elsewhere.



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writer: nonconformingrole - fc: Hailee Steinfeld - hex code: #6E9ECF


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So begins...

Temperance Wheeler's Story

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Things had been going too smoothly. Darcy had money in her pocket, the weather had held, and the skinwalker hunt they were coming back from up near Livingston had turned out to be a milk run. Three hunters and a revenant had been overkill, but everyone had walked away alive and whole, so she wasn’t complaining about her one in three share. It was enough to pay for a room at an Inn the night before with real beds, a wash tub, and soap (absolute heaven) with plenty left over for a supply run. They were even making great time, Darcy had noted cheerfully all day, so of course things had to go to shit.

The plan was to run into Blackwater for supplies on the way back to the cabin. She and Benji had been on the road for almost a week now, they were due for a little rest, and Darcy wanted to catch up with the local news in town. Benji would want to check his garden, the last of the hardier late blooming crops needing to be put up, so Darcy had made a note to pick up some more salt and jars from Tempe’s store with her earnings. An hour ago they’d been arguing about how many bags of potatoes Benji could reasonably buy, Darcy refusing to allow that to be their only roadworthy provisions to buy. Now the lightheartedness of that moment seemed far away.

“How many?” Darcy asked lowly, eyes scanning what she could see of the town as the scent of decay and rot burned her nostrils. Benji had sensed something wrong first, but in broad daylight, this close to town...there had been a stray hope. There wasn’t any arguing with that smell though. Anyone unfortunate enough to encounter a wendigo would never mistake it for anything else.

The wind tousled Benji’s hair, and he tipped his head thoughtfully as silver eyes gazed off into the distance ahead. For a moment he said nothing. “Many.”

Which was no answer at all, but enough to know they were fucked. Darcy cursed quietly as she rifled through their leftover supplies, taking an inventory of what they had. It wasn't as bad as it would have been coming off a more difficult hunt, but they still weren’t charging in with a full bag. Only four jars left. There were more monsters down there than they could take on their own. For a moment Darcy’s mind caught on that thought, her eyes flicking up to Benji from her distressingly light saddle bag. They weren’t caught up in the melee yet, they had horses. Turning back to the road, skirting around town to the relative safety of their cabin, they could just leave. It would be easy.

“We’d better hurry then.” Benji said quietly, eyes locked, and clearly distracted by something Darcy couldn’t see with strictly human vision far ahead in the town. “They shouldn’t be out this early. No one will be ready.” But of course they wouldn’t leave, they had friends down there, and neither Lewis sibling was very good at walking away. Even when it was the smartest thing to do.

Darcy nodded, readjusting the extra strap on the saddle bag to sit across her body as a satchel. They left their horses under the light shelter of some tree cover just outside the city, a spot Darcy suspected would be safer than the chaos churning inside. If they didn’t make it out, Winnie and Spot knew their way back to the cabin. Benji gave their noses a comforting stroke before they left, and from there, they made their way on foot. The choir of screams beginning to rise up in the city center acted as their guide to the monsters plaguing the streets.

By now the stench was suffocating. One wendigo could stink up the place, but this? Darcy had never heard of so many wendigos hunting together, had always thought they were too territorial for that. She tried not to choke, yanking her arm up to cover her nose for a momentary reprieve as they crept through sheltered alleyways at a steady clip. They were closer to the center of town, near Addie’s place, when they spotted the first wendigo. It was eating some poor woman in the street, her body pinned in place as it chewed on her neck. The poor woman’s body still twitched minutely, but her eyes were glazed, and her throat had been ripped to shredded ribbons of bloody meat. There was no saving her. Another wendigo was slowly approaching from a side street, chuffing softly as it scented the fresh blood. The first wendigo growled in warning, its shoulders hunching over its meal defensively, but the second still slowly advanced.

Darcy watched the encounter carefully, stopping Benji from going forward with one hand, and pulling out one of her jars and tinder box from her bag with the other. It was horrifying to think of two monsters grappling over feeding rights to a corpse that wasn’t even cold yet, but strategically, this was good luck. Two wendigos with one greasy jar, efficient for their limited resources. Darcy had just lit a match, bringing the small flame to the alcohol soaked cloth peeking out of the jar when she noticed the boy.

He couldn’t have been more than ten, shaking behind the barrel as he watched the wendigo eating the woman in the street. Darcy thought it was fear before she saw the rock in his hand. “Dammit kid, don’t do it!” She hissed harshly under her breath a moment before he was throwing the rock at the monster.

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER! GET AWAY FROM MY MA!” There was a surprising amount of courage pouring out of the kid, even with leaky eyes and shaky knees, but Darcy wished he’d been more of a coward as the wendigo’s head jerked up in his direction. “Benji…”

“I know.” He answered without her needing to say it, and they were both moving, Benji quite a bit faster than she. He was on the boy, pulling him back and away down another alley as Darcy dashed into the street, making as much noise as possible to draw the creature’s eye as she flung her fiery payload at the ugly son of a bitch. Her aim was true enough, flames dancing across the corpse of the woman and the first wendigo upon impact. It’s wail high pitched and keening as the fire spread across its body, but any satisfaction Darcy got from that was short lived.

The impact was hard but clumsy as the second wendigo lunged at her back. It had been trying to grab hold, but Darcy turned enough in time to simply be knocked to the dirt, left shirt sleeve ripped as three shallow cuts bloomed red across her upper arm. She shimmied back as far as she could, scrambling for the revolver holstered at her hip. Fuck all it was going to do to a wendigo, but he was too close. Darcy fired and emptied the chamber, hoping it would buy her enough time to get to her feet.

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My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

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Revenant ║ Outfit ║ Hex: #8B4513

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Josephine had been on the road for about a fortnight when she finally saw her destination in the distance, the rising sun’s light coming up over the horizon and silhouetting the city. She had been traveling east more and more recently, not entirely what was guiding her in this direction much besides her gut, not really being in these states since her time with Boone and the rest of the gang. Joe didn’t expect much trouble though, a long time had passed since their troubles had been pushed upon the people of Tennessee and the surrounding area, plus all the rumors and gossip of the Wyatt outlaws being killed by the feds and marshals helped in her case of flying under the radar.

Though as Josephine wandered through towns and cities as she traveled, she was interested in a few names that would catch her ears in saloons and she decided she would stop in the town of BlackWater to check in on these things Plus it seemed like the main capital around these parts and might be good to take a few days or so to rest and relax off the road.

One thing though that did seem to keep her on edge were the town talk of beasts and other creatures in the surrounding area. Joe had met her fair share of these type of beasts on her travels, though always able to hold her own against a few of them or able to escape from their packs, being a Revenant it sort of felt like the beings were drawn to each other and causing disaster in their path. Some Revenants devoted their time to hunting these beasts down, Wendigos and feral SkinWalkers, but Josephine wasn’t that type of Revenant, nor did she seem like getting involved with other Revenants, ever since the incident she had always been on her own.

As Josephine finally entered the streets of BlackWater, she kept her favorite hat low to cover most of her face as well as keep the sun that was peaking over the rooftops out of her eyes, making sure her rifle was tight around her shoulder. Joe stepped off to the side and leaned against the railing next to a horse that was tethered and pulled out a piece of paper with a few names on it. Jamison. Reynes. Cornwall. All men she had heard talk about during her travels that lead her out here, each of them Joe wanting to meet or talk to for a different reason.

Grabbing her canteen and taking a swig of the water, Joe remembered she needed to pick up some rations, tucking the scrawled piece of paper back into her shirt and walking towards a building labeled as a type of general store. As Josephine got closer, a familiar scent made her stop and look around, one she wasn’t exactly pleased to get a feeling for. Revenant, maybe a couple. Though she’s been able to sense Revenants in the past and steer clear, the aura around BlackWater made it much more difficult for her. Maybe she wouldn’t stay as long as she wanted. Something about this place felt off.
Jose shrugged off the scent and entered the general store, quickly spotting the source. A black haired man, sharp eyes, and striking grey eyes. Josephine kept her gaze away from him, not out of fear or worry, but honestly because she didn’t want to deal with any sort of talk right now, keeping her eyes low and scanning the aisles.

Josephine was digging through a few crates for some supplies when she accidentally bumped into something, someone, as she stood up holding a bottle of alcohol. Joe simply made a light grunt noise as she turned and saw what she bumped into. The woman’s look surprised her, though Josephine wasn’t entirely sure why. While it was intentional or just subconscious, Josephine visibly looked the woman up and down. She had her hair tucked up behind her clean face, and the dress she wore fit around her figure nicely, and noticing the top button not buttoned like the usual modest housewife would.

After her eyes finished looking over the woman, turned away to back to the supplies she needed. “Sorry…” Josephine said in a quiet tone as she grabbed the few things she needed and headed towards the back of the store to pay, She was probably a few steps away when she paused as she heard screams come from outside and tilted her head up as she quickly knew the source. The black hair Revenant quickly spoke up, trying to make sure everyone would be safe, which just made Joe chuckle to herself before he stormed out.

Joe sighed as she put her things down. She didn’t want to get into anything at the moment, but knew she couldn’t just sit idly with wendigos and lord knows what else is out there. Not because she cared about the others, but Josephine knew if she did nothing and the town found out about her not helping, it would make things more complicated.

“Girl.” Joe said, turning towards the woman she bumped into earlier. “Roof access?” She asked short and concisely. The girl had a bit of a panic look on her face and quickly nodded and pointed her to a ladder that quickly led up to a hatch. Josephine took no time and quickly climbed up and quickly searched through her bag to switch her ammo to something that would be more effective against these beasts rather than something for a bear or a deer.

Josephine got to the edge of the building and leaned against the lifted part of the roof and took a look through the streets, her eyes quickly finding the source of the screams as well as noticing the male Revenant from before hiding behind a cart. Scanned the area around and didn't see much else and just turned her attention back to the beast in the street. She swung her rifle from her shoulder and crouched down against the rooftop, perching and getting set up. She quickly fired at the creature, the shot didn't take it down, but it caught it's attention, pulling it away from innocent civilians. "You gonna do something Revenant?" She shouted towards the male behind the cart, pulling the hammer back on her rifle and getting ready to fire, just watching the Wendigo for now.

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Temperance had lived in Blackwater her entire life, it was the only home she’d ever known; the attacks came frequently enough that everyone was just about used to them, but not so often that anyone ever felt truly prepared. Tempe figured that to really know how to deal with the kinds of things that went bump in the night, you had to encounter them more often than once or twice a month. She normally didn’t think too hard on the attacks, but it had been a while since the last one, and she’d been reading her father’s old hunting journals. There was so much about him she didn’t know, but reading his accounts, she was starting to understand why he’d kept that from his children. It didn’t seem like it was a particularly happy life.

Her father was having a bad day, phantom leg pains, he said. Temperance didn’t know how one dealt with pain in a limb that had been gone for over thirty years, but she found it best to leave him to it. Let Mama deal with him and the house for the day, she could look after the shop. She was the only Wheeler child left at home; her sisters had all married well, and her brother seemed about ready to settle down. He'd gone up north to become a doctor, and Mama was very proud. He could’ve done anything and she would still be proud, though; he was always her favorite. But between her sisters all having their own families, and Caleb being in Indiana, a lot of responsibility had fallen on Temperance in the past few years. Before Grace had gotten married, Temperance had always been the baby. There was nearly ten years between her and her oldest sister, but slowly, as her sisters grew and got married and Caleb left to learn medicine, she finally grew up.

Revenants coming to town always worried people. Temperance could really only say she knew one, and she had to admit that they made her a little uncomfortable. This was mostly because she didn’t understand them. There was a revenant in her family’s shop, buying supplies. Tempe was trying to keep busy, rotating stock, making sure the place was clean. She was by herself, so she had plenty of work to do without staring. In fact, she seemed to be so busy staying busy that she didn’t notice the rest of her customers. She’d bumped right into a rough looking woman (or had the woman bumped into her?). From the look of her, Tempe figured this woman had been on the road for a while. Her hair was a beautiful color, though. She shook her head when the woman apologized, holding her hands in front of her in an apologetic gesture, “No, I’m sorry! I wasn’t payin’ any attention.” Then, because Temperance was fairly sure she’d never seen the woman before (and she was working at the store much more often know, she typically recognized people who came in often), she added, “Let me know if you need anythin’, I’d be happy to help.”

Temperance soon found herself back behind the counter- really, the most important job was watching after the money that flowed in and out of the store. This was easier with two people working, but they hadn’t reliably had two employees for three years; Papa was in bed most days, anymore, and that left Temperance and her mother cycling between caring for him and the store.

All of Temperance’s internal griping and complaining went out the window when she heard the screaming start. They never attacked during the day. It was normally easier to stay safe: stay inside after dark, lock up your doors and windows. Tempe didn’t know what to do. She heard the command to lock and barricade the doors, but she didn’t process the words. Pure panic was written on her face, and the realization hit that she had never seen a Wendigo in person. It was a strange thing to fixate on, but she felt fairly sure that was going to die, with them that close. She had no way of defending herself if one got inside.

Then she heard another voice, and it took her half a second to realize that the words were meant for her. Roof access? Oh. Temperance’s eyes scanned over the woman, the same one that she’d run into earlier. Was she a hunter? She could help. Panic was evident on Tempe’s face, and she was positively shaking like a leaf, but she pointed the woman in the right direction. Then she turned and looked around, a few people were still in the shop. Or had then run in from outside? Temperance didn’t know, she hadn’t been thinking. You have to stop panicking, she told herself, you’ll be fine if you can stop panicking, and listen to the people who know what they’re doing.

So she rushed to lock the doors, though she didn’t know how much good it would do. They could move everything that wasn’t too heavy or attached to the floor in front of the doors. After that, all they could do was pray.

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Character Portrait: Scarlet Ingles Character Portrait: Temperance Wheeler Character Portrait: Addie Meadowsweet Character Portrait: Arthur Talbot Character Portrait: Harlan Talbot Character Portrait: David Arthurs Character Portrait: Darcy Lewis Character Portrait: Benjamin Lewis Character Portrait: Josephine Wyatt
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Revenant // Attire // Hex: #800000

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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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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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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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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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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.