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Phoenix Woods [58] can anybody find me somebody to love?
Alex Garcia [54] Why do I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone?
Jaiden Price [53] "A set of empty bones."
Aurora O'Siodhachain [46] i can be someone's and still be my own
Cassiel Davis [39] wings that once bore hope are now stained with blood
Evelyn Fox [37] why don't you run from me?
Markus Valegood [34] "It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you."
Violet Marsden [23] "Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts."
Zada min Albahr [10] I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
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CASSIEL DAVIS
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ImageAurora felt a small sense of relief as Jaiden seemed to accept her words. Of course, she could still sense the distress emanating from her but Rory decided to let things be. They had all had more than a stressful night. Aurora excused herself for a small moment to change out of her clothes into more comfortable pajamas, feeling a little bit better getting the costume off. She stared at it for a moment before shoving it deep into her trash - she didn't want anything to remind her of the events that happened tonight.

Aurora brought a copy oversize t-shirt and shorts to Jaiden, just in case the witch wanted to change just as she had, also offering her friend a shower if she wanted it. It was then that she finally decided to crawl into bed, feeling comfort as her fluffy comforter swallowed her whole. She alway slept wrapped up like a little cocoon at night, for Aurora more covers equaled more comfort. It was no surprise that she found herself staring aimlessly at the ceiling as she tried to will herself to fall asleep. Aurora had always been an easy sleeper and falling asleep had never been an issue for her. Of course, after the death of her parents she struggled but this was more due to the nightmares than the restlessness. So now the feeling was unfamiliar.

Rory was slightly thankful that Jaiden was still awake as well - even if Aurora had hoped her friend faired better in trying to fall asleep. At the mention of her throat she found herself placing a hand against her neck instinctively. "A little, but it's starting to fade. I guess I don't know how I'm feeling if I really think about it" She took a tiny deep breath and closed her eyes sinking her head into the pillow. "Like, I know it's not a good feeling. I'm not really sad... I guess just empty. But that really doesn't make any sense". After a moment of silence Rory slightly propped herself up on her elbows to look at Jaiden across the room. "What are we going to do?"



At the sound of Phoenix's voice Cas felt a little bit of relief internally, but his shoulders tensed up almost immediately. His hand was firm on the doorknob and he felt his grip was so tight he might accidentally rip the thing off of its hinges. "I thought I was but- I guess I was just ignoring it. I wanted to make sure everyone else was alright first" Cas didn't lie. Of course he left out the truth as to why he was hurt, but the reasoning was honest.

"No!" Cas's voice came out harsher than he intended and he leaned his head against the doorframe, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn't go to a hospital now, he didn't have enough energy to slip into anyone's head and at this point he had already dug his grave too deep. "Phoenix, I can't. I can't go to a hospital. It's too much, too much attention - too many questions - I can't" His tone came out much quieter this time, pleading, almost borderline pitiful. He was just so tired.

He clenched his fist tightly, as he glanced at the door in front of him. Phoenix just wanted to help him, and Cas was having a difficult time accepting that fact. In all honestly, Cas was scared. Terrified of what Phoenix would think of him, if he would be angry, or just repulsed. Cas liked Greythorne. It's why he couldn't leave, every time he packed and went to check out he ended up paying for another night, another week. Cas liked Phoenix. His smile, his undeniable selflessness - as reckless as it was, and that goddamn blackberry jam. And just like always, Cas was afraid of losing both of those things. He already knew where this road would lead, for him it always ended the same. Maybe that was a risk he was just going to have to take.

"Phoenix" For once his tone had no shake, no hesitancy, it wasn't necessarily calm but, collected. "I'm going to open the door but please just don't ask me anything- not now. And when we're done you can ask me anything you'd like or you can tell me to leave and I will. I'll leave and I'll never bother you or this town again" He paused and took a deep breath, "ok?" Then he let go of the doorknob and pushed it open.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr

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PHOENIX WOODS
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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
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Cas' reaction to the hospital made Phoenix recoil ever so slightly, the burst of force taking him aback a moment. Cas had always been so composed, and that reaction seemed... almost out of character. But Phoenix told himself to take hope in that. If Cas really didn't want a hospital, then it couldn't be that bad... right? But the anger disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and Phoenix felt that concern settle in the pit of his stomach all over again.

"Okay. Okay, no hospitals," he promised. It was a promise he intended to keep. Cas had to have some reason for wanting to keep these wounds a secret, and while Phoenix himself didn't exactly think it was a good idea, he wasn't going to push. He wasn't going to betray that secret. If he'd learned one thing over the years, it was that people tended to have their reasons for wanting to hide. People came to Greythorne all the time in search of an escape.

There was a moment where Phoenix was shocked at how... collected Cas seemed to be, considering his outburst moments before, but given what he'd seen of Cas' character, keeping calm in a crisis shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. "Okay. No questions," Phoenix confirmed.

He didn't know what to expect as he stepped in to the bathroom. A stab wound, probably. Something... well, not normal. But as close to normal as things ever seemed to get around here. But he saw Cas' back, and he froze. It was a mess of scar tissue and of bleeding, freshly open wounds. The blood on Cas' back made Phoenix's head spin- or maybe it was just the fact that he suddenly realised he couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a breath. He forced his lungs to expand, contract, and felt his head clear ever so slightly. His mind was a whir of questions, but he remembered his promise not to ask any questions. He knew that no questions didn't mean no reaction, but he couldn't think of a way to react that didn't involve giving in to the panic that was rapidly starting to build in his chest or that didn't involve asking a million questions.

That hadn't happened in the hunter attack. That much he knew.

"I... I don't think I can-" He stammered out, before remembering his promises, and forcing himself to breathe. "I don't think we really have enough room in here, I'm standing in my own light. Can we move out to the bedroom?" He said. "I can clean it up at least, I... I don't really know how to suture but I can try, if that's what you want." The temptation to just give in to the sheer confusion, the panic, the fear that this evening had instilled in him was almost overwhelming. But once he did, there was no way he'd be able to help Cas. And right now, that needed to be his priority.


EVELYN FOX
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xxxwhat do you want from me?
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xxxwhat are you wondering?
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Something about the woman's reaction made Evelyn grin. Finally, someone who could match her. She still knew this woman was a threat, but she at least seemed to be fun. She had to stop herself from staring as the woman's tail turned back into legs, and she stepped out of the water. Instantly, her curiosity was piqued, and she knew that she would be back to the lake. The fact that she offered them advice unprompted didn't go unnoticed, either. This woman seemed interesting. But she was still a monster, Evelyn reminded herself. She had attacked the hunter earlier, and Evelyn wasn't foolish enough to think that it would have been a painless death.

But she nodded and went back to Markus, who remarked on the dark history of the lake. Evelyn looked at him and raised an eyebrow, but decided against asking too many questions. They didn't seem like the type of questions he wanted to answer anyway, so she just brushed herself down a little before following him in to the woods.

"You don't seem surprised that I don't want to attack humans," she remarked after a while. "Every... When I was travelling around, people seemed surprised to learn that about me. They assumed all vampires are bloodsucking monsters, and they... they looked at me differently. Why weren't you surprised?" She asked quietly as they walked, conscious to keep her voice low so that they wouldn't scare off any prey. She'd met a handful of vampires who were like her. They had been the ones who told her she could survive like this, survive off of the blood of animals instead of humans. But they'd all just looked at her sadly when she'd asked about a cure and had just advised her to get used to her new life. But goddammit, Evelyn had spent most of her adult human life trying to change things she'd been told she couldn't change, and she'd always made progress. Sometimes, she'd even succeeded. She refused to accept this life as the only one she would ever know. She would find an answer.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain

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JAIDEN PRICE
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Jaiden looked over at Aurora as she spoke, expressing how she was feeling and that her neck did feel slightly better, but not fully. A small pit formed in her stomach as a small tang of anger washed over her. She shouldn't have left Aurora by herself, she should have taken her back with her. But she pushed her away and ran. That's all she ever did, push people away and leave them. She was a coward, and she knew that deep down. She could never stop blaming herself for being such a coward, one that would hurt people, or cause others to be hurt. A small flame flickered in the palm of her hand for a few short moments before ceasing. She needed to regain control over her emotions and not let them overflow and consume her. It's what the voice wanted after all. Taking a deep breath, and slowly sighing as she opened her eyes again as thoughts swirled in her mind. She understood how Aurora felt, all too well. "After my parents died-" she began before taking another deep inhale, feeling her lungs inflate and then contract as she exhaled. She needed to accept the truth, otherwise, she would never get over it, and she knew she never would otherwise. "After they were murdered, I felt...empty and confused. they died, and my sister was almost killed as well...I felt empty and hallow for a while after that, sometimes still do. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I understand how you feel. A little too well." she said with a fake smile and chuckle as she combed her hand through her messy hair, sighing as she laid back for a moment until sitting up once more as Aurora had asked what they were going to do.

She hadn't really thought it through that much. The thought never crossed her mind, it was to simply get out of there and make sure everyone was okay. She never once thought about what to do after. It obviously wasn't safe anymore out there like it used to. Knowing that the Hunters were still out there, somewhere. It wouldn't be safe to go out anymore by yourself and keep strangers at a distance now. "I haven't really thought about that. I was too worried making sure everyone was okay. But, I guess, just be safe? it's too dangerous to be by ourselves anymore. At least not for long periods of time. I know not everyone can protect themselves like others can...But I guess that's we're here for, to make sure others are safe.." she said softly, a shadow of a smile on her face for simply a moment. "We'll figure it out. It'll just take some time is all." she said as she finally laid down on the bed, pulling the blankets up to her chest and sighed softly. They'd have to make sure the others were okay tomorrow and keep an extra eye out for any unknown people that could possibly hold a threat.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr

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MARKUS VALEGOOD
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Markus' head turned when Evelyn began asking questions, once again as she always did. It was always questions with her, and honestly, he wasn't upset with it. The more questions she had, the more she could learn and not get herself killed as fast as she would otherwise. He nodded at her question as they spoke quietly, making sure to not only scare away any animals, but as to not gain any unwanted attention. He sighed and nodded as he finally spoke, "I've known, many vampires throughout the years...Many, prefer to drink human blood. As well, technically that's how they're designed. It's how us Lycans are made to function. But some, like you and me retain our humanity." he said softly, "Or at least we try to.." he said with a long sigh. He had his moments of where he attacked people, even was one of the causes for people going missing in Greythorne when he first arrived to the small town. "Besides, not everyone that's like us are monsters. We're people, just different, and some try to remain as human as we can, like us." he said with a small smile as he bumped her shoulder as they walked.

After a little while of walking he turned to her and sighed, "I saw the look you gave me back there. I know you wanted to ask but chose not to." he said as he took a sigh, if Evelyn was as smart as she tended to be, she would have picked up on the signs. The way he didn't say what happened, and why. But it should have been obvious to a certain degree. "That's the lake where...Where Violet's body was found. I was the one that found her." he said rather coldly and solemnly. It was a topic he chose to avoid at all costs, but she needed to know. "No one usually goes there as a sign or respect for her resting place. Her family used to live here, but it grew to be too much and they left. Aside from her grandmother, who...Isn't doing very well." he said with a sigh. If anyone could believe it, he had a heart, and even had a soft spot for the girl and her family. After he spoke he found his eyes scanning the area, as his ears twitched for any sign of animals, "What kind of prey are we looking for? What size? What suits you best?"

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Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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OLIVER BRENNAN
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Oliver found his shoulders relaxing as Alex seemed to enjoy his comment about the tail. The small moment of relief, as brief as it was, felt good after a night of horror. He found his gaze in other places than Alex as he began peeling off his outer layers of his costume. As his mother told him - it was rude to stare. Granted, working at her clinic he'd seen more than he'd ever liked to.

Oliver nodded as Alex essentially asked him for time alone. He couldn't blame him, even Ollie was still feeling the effects of the evening and nothing sounded better than a hot shower and cold sheets. Call it odd, but Oliver was perhaps less distressed than most. His entire life had been taking care of some of the most stressful situations involving supernaturals and humans alike so he had become quite adept at controlling his emotions. Sadly, Oliver could only explain it as he had become desensitized to the horrors around him. Working in the clinic since a child he had encountered the terrible things that befell supernaturals, the horrors of what hunters would do. It plagued him for years but as he got older he just got used to it. Nothing surprised him.

He had made it to the open door when he heard Alex's voice falter, shake, and quit altogether. Oliver turned around his breath slightly catching in his throat as he watched the man break in front of him. For a brief moment he stood there in the doorway, like a deer stuck in headlights. In truth, he had no idea what to do. Normally at the clinic his mother dealt with the more emotionally distressed patients, leaving Oliver with a complete lack of experience in the comforting department. A small part of him wanted to leave, close the door, quietly slip out, what help would he be anyway? But he couldn't.

Oliver moved across the room just as Alex sank to the floor, and Ollie truly felt his heart ache. He'd seen this look, these tears in so many before - so why was seeing them in Alex so different? He felt himself kneeling down next to Alex and for a moment his reached his hand out, and watched it hover over the man's shoulder. Was that okay? He remembered he always felt better when he was little when his mother wrapped him in her arms, singing him a Narthalarian lullaby, while she wiped the tears from his face. Yet, he barely knew Alex but at this point did that even matter?

Oliver took a small breath and placed his hand on Alex's shoulder carefully, then the other and slowly pulled the him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around him gingerly, almost as if he was afraid that if he squeezed too hard Alex might break in his arms. "Don't apologize, you never have to apologize" His voice came out at the level of a whisper. Oliver didn't say anything else, he felt there was nothing that could be said in a moment like this and instead just focused on Alex.

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Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Alex didn't know what to expect- and wasn't expecting anything, to be honest- but he didn't exactly expect a hug. Oliver hardly knew him, and the one and only time they'd met before this nightmare of an evening had not been an ideal interaction for either of them. But here they were. For a moment, Alex didn't react other than to rest his head against Oliver; it wasn't long, though, before Alex returned the hug, grabbing a handful of Oliver's shirt as he cried into the fabric.

He let all the fear and the trauma of the night wash over him in the form of tears and sobbing, hoping beyond hope that he could let it out and be done with it. But he felt an all-too-familiar chill, and he knew that it wouldn't be that simple. It never was. There they were: old, malevolent spirits, coming around again to feast on the tears and agony of the living. Of course they were here, they were never far from pain and suffering. They circled the room, drinking it in, letting it make the stronger, keep them rooted in the world. Alex understood it better than he ever had before; everyone needed something to keep them grounded in this world, some were just less pleasant than others.

After a few moments, Alex was able to take in a long, unsteady breath. He sat up straight, pulling back from Oliver's embrace, but he kept a hand settled on the other man's shoulder, almost as if to steady himself. He sat there for a moment, silently staring at a corner of the room. His eyes hurt, and his head was swimming with thoughts of everything he should- and shouldn't- say, how he shouldn't have started crying like that in front of Oliver. He was a little embarrassed, but mostly relieved. "I, uh," his voice was still raw, emotional, as if he might start crying again at any moment, "Thanks." He stared into Oliver's eyes for a moment, maybe longer than appropriate. He couldn't quite find the words to really express what he was feeling, "I almost died tonight." The words sounded strange, felt foreign on his tongue. He licked his lips, and found himself fighting the very real urge to kiss Oliver; he really didn't think it would be appreciated.

Instead, he let Oliver go, wiped his face dry the best he could, and he sighed. "Things are never going to be quite the same around here, are they?" He wasn't really looking for an answer; he didn't need one. He knew that so many people in town, himself included, wouldn't be able to live their lives quite the same way again. His mind briefly wandered to his friends, to Aurora, knowing that some of them had been hurt. He had to wonder if they would've gotten out alright if they hadn't rushed to help him. He tried to push the thoughts from his head, but they unfortunately persisted. They weren't words he would willingly speak aloud, but they were there all the same.

Another thought popped into his head, one that he spoke before he had the sense to think it through, "Shit. You're never going to fuck me now, are you?"

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
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CASSIEL DAVIS
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ImageAurora's face fell slightly as Jaiden mentioned her family. She knew the witch had lost her parents but never knew the full intent to her past. So it was true, Jaiden did know how Aurora was feeling. Her emptiness felt very much like it did those months after losing her family but Aurora often never brought that up - only when she had to. That was a part of her life she still wanted to run from but with everything that had happened tonight she wondered if it was just beginning to catch up.

Aurora found herself nodding along with Jaiden's words, which for the most part she agreed completely with. At the mention of friends, her mind instantly jumped to Alex - how was he? She could only hope that Oliver was taking care of him. Aurora had pretty much blocked it out due to the stress and chaoticness of the situation but she was worried for her friend. The brief moment she had brushed her hand across his head she felt it. Like small little tendrils of darkness creeping up around her hand, and her heart began to flutter. Fear. Aurora wasn't surprised, everyone was terrified, but it was a different kind of fear - it was darker, and stronger. And Phoenix. He had run off with a stranger in the night and whose to say that snow-haired man wasn't dangerous too? She breathed an audible sigh from her lips and sifted under the covers rubbing her eyes slightly. "I hope so Jaiden, I really do" But deep down Aurora was worried that things may never be the same again.



Cas instantly regretted opening the door when he saw the look on Phoenix's face. It was enough to make him bolt past the man and out the door into the night. He knew right then and there that Phoenix was never going to look at him the same. Cas couldn't understand why he thought any of this would ever be okay. Phoenix wasn't a doctor, nor did he even know anything about Cas when he really thought about it. If anything Cas wouldn't have been surprised if he had kicked him out right then and there, especially after everything that happened. The small moment of silence nearly killed him as his eyes frantically bounced around the room to anywhere but Phoenix, he couldn't look at him as he was terrified to see his face. For once Cas tried everything to block out what Phoenix was thinking - he didn't want to know.

Cas was shocked when he finally spoke up and instead of asking him to leave instead asked him to move. He finally locked eyes with the witch and for a moment found himself frozen in thought before he finally shook his head slightly as if to clear his mind. Phoenix was actually going to help him, of course he was. "O-Of course" Cas stammered as he took a step past Phoenix carefully, as he was in the middle of the doorway, the angel made sure to not touch him. He didn't want to scare him anymore than he already had. When he took a step into the bedroom he took a deep breath, running a few hands through his hair to distract him from the fact that they were trembling. Everything about the bedroom was perfect. The bed was made, it smelled faintly of lavender, and there was even a decorative throw across the edge of the bed. Everything about Cas was chaotic from the translucent sheen of his skin to the large tears in his back. He didn't belong here. Cas again was terrified to touch anything, afraid of leaving even the smallest stain on Phoenix's life. So he found himself standing in the middle of the room, a lost expression on his face.

He turned back to Phoenix realizing that the witch had been speaking to him, but he wasn't really processing the words. "I'm sorry-" It was a little to late for that. "If you could just... if you could just clean it and I could bandage it. At least to stop the bleeding" He felt wrong to ask Phoenix for something, guilty almost. Phoenix owed him nothing. A strange sensation overtook Cas, nothing like he'd ever felt before. The angel could feel his heart pounding in his head, and felt it took every ounce of his will just to breath. "I'm sorry" He repeated taking a small step backwards from Phoenix, the effort to push the words out causing it to sound more like a wheeze.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Phoenix just nodded as Cas said to clean it and he'd bandage it. Phoenix took one look at Cas' face, how he seemed to be even paler than normal. "Hold on," he said, disappearing back out to the sitting room. He retrieved Cas' tea and a cookie, heading back down in to the bedroom. "Here. Drink your tea. And sit," he ordered, before disappearing back in to the bathroom to get a damp cloth. He sat cross-legged on the bed behind Cas. "I'll be as gentle as I can," he promised.

He started with the damp cloth, gently wiping away the blood that had smeared around the wound. This was the most surreal thing he had ever done. It felt like a dream, or perhaps that was the shock of the whole thing. It also had occurred to him that this was the first time in a while he'd had a shirtless guy in his room, and this was not how he had imagined it. He had to stop himself from laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Okay. It's looking a little less gory now, but I'm just going to give it a quick clean with an alcohol wipe, okay?" He started wiping gently at the wound, wondering what had done this. It... didn't look like any weapon Phoenix had ever seen.

"Cas... I know, no questions. But... whatever did this? Whatever you're running from? You don't need to run any more. I know... after tonight, it's hard to believe it. But... this is a safe place for people like us. We dealt with them tonight, and we'll deal with them again. We'll protect you. No matter what." He finished with the alcohol wipe, and pulled the bandage out of the first aid kit. "All done. I can help wrap it, you don't want to pull the wound too much. He carefully started wrapping the wound, passing it around to Cas to wrap from the front. When it was done, he moved around to sit beside Cas. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, a genuine question. He had so many questions; but if Cas didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't force it.


EVELYN FOX
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It was oddly comforting to hear Markus' experiences. To know that there was a monster fighting inside him too, and that he was winning. It gave her hope. Hope that, if she really was condemned to this life, she could at least maintain her humanity. She already considered herself a monster, but she refused to become a murderer. She was still a person. She wouldn't lose that, she promised herself.

She frowned as Markus heard the story about the lake. She wanted to ask more questions, but knew that now mightn't be the right time. This was a different, softer side to Markus, one that endeared him a little to her, and she liked seeing it. She didn't want to ruin it by possibly making him grumpy again. "You really look after her, don't you?" She remarked, smiling at him. However, at the mention of prey, she shifted slightly, shifted in to hunting mode.

"Something... big, but not too big. I think..." She fell silent, listening. "Deer. Up ahead." She broke into a sprint, knowing she was leaving Markus behind and smiling at that thought. A stag practically ran out in front of her and she attacked, killing it as quickly as she could. This was then when she had to let the monster win as she fed. She hadn't realised how thirsty she had been until now, now that she started to drink. There was something vaguely intoxicating about this feeling, and it was almost terrifying.

She finished feeding, and wiped her face, conscious of how bloody she had to be. She took a deep breath, feeling herself shift back to... well, herself. She turned to look at Markus. "Do you need to feed?" She asked. "Sorry, I... don't really know how the whole... Lycan thing works."

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Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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OLIVER BRENNAN
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Oliver was frankly terrified at first, he wasn't sure if the hug was awkward or he had overstepped some invisible boundary that was in place. Still he didn't move from the hug and when he felt Alex finally give into him he relaxed in turn pulling him closer into the hug. So he sat in place, for as long as Alex needed. In a way it was comforting to Oliver, though he wasn't crying on the outside deep down he was exhausted mentally - and being this close to someone was, comforting.

When Alex finally pulled away some part of Oliver was sad, although he ignored it. His eyes were red and puffy and his dark curly hair had become smushed down where his head had been pressed against Oliver's chest. Ollie had never seen him look so vulnerable in the brief time they had known each other. When Alex finally met his gaze, there was a brief moment of silence after his words. "Almost" Ollie repeated quietly as he found himself staring into the witch's brown orbs for an awkward amount of time before he was finally the first one to break contact staring at the ground.

Ollie noticed the change in tension amongst the room as Alex let him go and they put a few more inches between them. "They never are" Oliver said quietly in response, although it wasn't much of an answer and more of a comment. He had seen it first hand many times. Normally his family were always there in the days after, perhaps the toughest in his mind. Ollie noticed the undeniable change in the eyes of those around him in those towns. Haunting, broken, lost. People locked doors, moved, at night they practically became ghost towns. He could only hope Greythorne fared better than those before it.

Oliver had just begun to stand up, as his mother briefly popped back into his mind when a particularly racy sentence tumbled out of Alex's mouth. One that made not only his ears turn almost as red as his hair but one that made his heart race. Oliver had a strange urge to laugh, though it was definitely one of the many inappropriate responses to the situation. Instead, he kept a rather neutral expression - he was amazing at it - although the corner of his mouth subtly twitched into a smile. This was the Alex that had showed up in his clinic last week. A small part of Oliver was relieved that he had regained some of himself back after nearly dying a few hours before. "Goodnight Alex" He said rather cooly before making his way to the door, closing it quietly. Ollie hadn't even realized he had been holding his breath until he felt the click of the knob and he leaned his back against the door already feeling the flush of color to his cheeks. He took a few moments to regain his composure before pushing off heading towards the clinic doors. A sudden thought popped into his head. Oliver didn't say yes, he didn't say no either.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox

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MARKUS VALEGOOD
| Lycan | Greythorne Woods | #063A67
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Markus had smirked slightly at her comment about what he said, that he seemingly looked after her. He remained silent, simply nodding as his reply, he was there for Violet just as much as she was there for him. Even before her death they were close, and only grew closer after that tragic event, but Evelyn didn't need to know that, not now anyway. He shook his head as he regained his thoughts, now wasn't the time for that, especially now when Evelyn spoke, breaking the silence that hung in the air for a few moments. He looked at her when she stated she wanted something big, but not too big of prey to go after. He figured something like a deer would do, and as if right on cue, the scent of a deer crossed their paths. A grin formed on his face, and before he could even open his mouth to say anything, Evelyn spoke and took off like a rocket from where the scent was coming from. He watched as with simple ease and grace the young vampire lunged at the target, grappling it to the ground in one simple motion and began feeding off of the animal, its life force quickly being snuffed out as the scent of blood pierced his nostrils.

He silently stood a few feet away from her as Evelyn had her fill from the deer, avoiding to look at the grizzly scene that took place infront of him. He wasn't disturbed by it or unnerved, he simply was giving her the privacy and respect she'd need. He knew what it was like, to feel like a monster and stood by until the vampire was done, by simply asking him if he needed anything now that she was done, and that her hunger for blood was filled. Markus gave her a kind smile creased his lips before he spoke, "I'm fine. But thank you, Evelyn." he said with a small smile as the two began to walk away, removing the hat he gripped it by the edge as they walked. "I uhm, don't exactly follow Lycan customs...Typically, they feed off of people, animals, or other supernatural creatures. But me, I'm not like the others." he said with a bit of a small sigh as he looked down for a moment, before looking back up at the path that they were blindly following. "I try to be as human as I possibly can...Let's just say you're not the only one that hates how they are.." Markus said softly with of a small tone of bitterness filled his voice. He never really outwardly spoke about how he felt towards the Lycan folk, but he always made it clear that he never liked it.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C

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ImageCas wrung his hands nervously as Phoenix asked him to wait, his mind reeling as to what he could possibly be getting. A rather strange expression overtook his face as of all things Phoenix came back with his tea and cookie placing it into his hands, ordering him to sit on the bed. He took a few moments staring hopelessly between the tea to the witch before nodding and allowing himself to sit down. It was surprisingly comfortable and he made sure to sit as close to the edge as possible.

"Okay" Cas had never heard himself sound so hopeless, so quiet. He took a quiet deep breath as he tried to calm his nerves, taking a small sip of the tea relishing the he instantly felt color flush to his cheeks. So he sat, quietly, as Phoenix began to gently clean out his scars - or what had become of them. A few seconds he would let out a sharp gasp as the cloth brushed over a specifically tender spot, murmuring a slight "sorry" for no reason other than he didn't want Phoenix to think he was hurting him in any way. Cas nodded to the small warning griping the soft cloth of the comforter as he felt the familiar stinging sensation of alcohol along his back. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes as he focused on breathing out of his nose. From being desensitized to pain for so long, even the slightest sensation was tough for him to endure.

His eyes opened as Phoenix's voice spoke from behind him, every word bearing more weight on to his shoulders. It was something he'd always wanted to hear but they didn't settle with him like he always thought they did because as he thought more about it, the answer practically swallowed him whole. He did this to himself, and he had been running from his choices ever since. Maybe he was just embarrassed by that fact - ashamed of it.

So he stayed quiet, his head hung rather low as he passed the bandage back and forth until Phoenix had secured it tightly. Cas felt the bed shift as Phoenix moved to sit beside him, that expression of worry in his gaze making Cas's heart wrench. Even after everything Phoenix still cared about how he was doing, maybe even more than himself. It was something he couldn't quite wrap his head around, or possibly he just refused to believe that it was true. He suddenly found that he couldn't meet Phoenix's gaze as he instead settled on a small loose string of the comforter. "Phoenix, I-" He paused his face pent up in a mixture of emotions as he let out a deep breath meeting the witch's gaze. "Thank you. For helping me and, and for the tea. I just-" This time he was clearly wracked with frustration as he couldn't figure out how to get the right words out. "I think it would be best to get some rest. Tonight was something no one can just take in stride and I think you - we both would benefit from some sleep" He instinctively took Phoenix's hand in both of his and gave it a small comforting squeeze, "tomorrow morning you can make some of that jam and we can talk, okay? I promise" He felt a small bit of himself return as smiled softly. At Phoenix's offer to sleep on the couch, Cas was frankly too exhausted to say no. So he found himself laying on the couch, the living room was quiet and dark but the warm haze from a lamp in the corner cast a comforting glow over the room. He had laid himself stomach down on the couch as his scars where still tender and sore. Cas was a little to big for the couch and his arm hung off the side his fingers grazing the carpet. Instead of thinking about the night he instead closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. He knew the longer he thought about it the more he would begin to regret everything he had done.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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PHOENIX WOODS
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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?

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Phoenix would have been lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed that Cas agreed to tell him... what was happening. But he could see it in his face that Cas really, really didn't want to talk about it. And he wasn't going to push it. Not after the night they'd just had. Cas taking his hands was such a genuine, almost surprising gesture, and it almost took him aback. But he appreciated it, not realising how much he needed the physical contact. And, to be honest, the thought of sleep was incredibly tempting right now. But he didn't want to just let Cas go. He couldn't. So instead, he offered his couch and his coziest blanket, leaving a change of clothes to hand if Cas wanted it.

The minute Phoenix was alone in his bedroom, everything seemed to catch up with him. Alex bleeding out, the carnage of the attack, those scars on Cas' back. He didn't cry or panic or outwardly react. He had no idea how he didn't do any of those things, but instead, he found himself lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He found himself texting the others, making sure they were okay, apologising for leaving, promising baked goods as an apology, anything to occupy his time and his brain.

He must have fallen asleep with the phone in his hand. He didn't notice himself falling asleep, only found himself waking up with the light streaming across the room. He hadn't planned on opening today anyway and was glad for that, because his limbs felt heavy and his mind felt groggy. But he was awake, and he knew sleep was completely out of reach. So instead, he showered and got changed. He'd almost forgotten about Cas until he walked back out in to the living area. Assuming that he was still asleep, Phoenix was as quiet as he could be. He was so used to being by himself that having to be mindful of other people was a strange experience. He usually blared whatever mid-2000's rock/emo playlist was suggested to him that day when he cooked or baked, but that morning, he made the pancake mix in relative silence. He found himself idly humming as he started to make the blackberry sauce though.


EVELYN FOX
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xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?

xxxwhat are you wondering?
Evelyn didn't need sleep, not any more. It was more a habit than anything, a way of passing the daylight hours. But this morning, she decided not to sleep away the daylight. Instead, she layered up, pulling on a pair of gloves to cover her hands and the biggest hat she could find to cover her face. She pulled on a pair of aviator sunglasses and headed out in to town. She was so used to the hustle and bustle of big cities that she found it strange how late everything opened here. Or maybe that was just the day after the festival. Or the day after everything that had happened. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, but fainter now, more bearable.

She found herself helping to clear up a destroyed stall. Masks from the night before lay covered in splinters, still wearable but tainted by the events of the night before, so much so that she was sure nobody would ever wear them. Still, she carefully cleaned them off as well as she could and stacked them into the box. The hunters hadn't just tried to kill them. They'd enjoyed the destruction, ruined people's lives. This wasn't as much about trying to eliminate them as it was asserting dominance, striking fear in to their hearts.

Which meant that this was only the beginning. Evelyn knew they could be expecting something else. Maybe more subtle murders. Maybe another mass attack. Evelyn would have been lying if she said that the thought of leaving, of finding somewhere safer, hadn't occurred to her. But... she didn't want to. It was that simple. Markus was the closest thing she had to a friend right now. She knew he'd protect her, so abandoning him didn't sit right with her. Not after their discussion about their humanity. And so... she would stay and fight alongside them and help them clean up the mess when they won. And then she would decide what to do next.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Alex didn't sleep much, that night. He took a shower shortly after Oliver left the room, glad to wash the smells of blood, death, and chocolate off of himself. He tried his best to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, a multitude of ghosts seemed to be waiting for him, beckoning him forward, eagerly awaiting him. Every unexpected noise (and there were many, being in such an unfamiliar place), or unknown shape (there were plenty, being without reliable glasses) startled him, as he if expected someone to jump out from behind any given piece of furniture to finish him off. He left the lights on all night; it was irrational, but it made him feel safer. He made sure to call his grandmother, clue her in to his changed plans. She wasn't particularly thrilled (and he hadn't been completely honest), but at least she wouldn't worry. Enough people were worrying about Alex, he was sure of that.

When he finally did sleep, he had nightmares. Running for his life though the streets of Flagstaff, Arizona, from something he couldn't see, but was just behind him. When he woke, the realization that he hadn't visited his mother in years hit him, and he felt like crying. He wasn't sure if he was ready for the last conversation with his mother to be the last they'd had: yelling at each other about how selfish they were. He checked his phone, though it wasn't the most fun with half a pair of glasses. He didn't know what he'd hoped for, but a text from Phoenix wasn't it. The message made Alex feel like he'd missed something, but then again, Alex didn't remember most of what had happened the night before. Be it trauma, or the fact that he'd spent most of it in some sort of incorporeal form, but Alex only really remembered meeting Cas, and then crying in Oliver's arms. Everything between was a blur. He ignored the text, deciding to revisit it later, when he felt more like himself. When that would be, he didn't know.

He sat around for a long while, trying to decide just what he was going to do. He briefly considered trying to slip out and go home, but the entire point of being at the clinic was so that Oliver- and, Alex assumed, Oliver's mother- could keep an eye on him. He doubted he could pull it off, anyway. He decided to get up, face the day, and potentially a handful of virtual to literal strangers. He became aware a a faint throbbing in his head, it had probably been there the entire time, but he hadn't noticed it until he stood up. "Fucking ghosts..." He mumbled to himself, almost as if to prove he had a voice. To prove he was still himself. He paused at the door before leaving the room, he didn't know why, but he felt entirely unprepared. For what, he couldn't tell you. The knowledge that he was already behind on his daily water consumption was, ultimately, what got him through the door, and on his way to where he thought the kitchen was.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox

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MARKUS VALEGOOD
| Lycan | Down-Town Greythorne | #063A67
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Eventually, Markus and Evelyn had parted ways after a few more minutes of conversation, it was rather simple things, nothing really of note. Markus found himself slowly walking back by himself to his home, alone. Everything seemed enhanced and louder than it normally was, it was only then that he realized he hadn't eaten, and the pain of hunger began to wane on him. A small smile creased his lips when he remembered that he had a snack waiting for him, and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into it. As hours passed he cleaned up the basement of any remnants of anything, no sign of anyone being there was a good thing. He had gotten out of his stupid costume and tossed it into the hole in the back of his house that he dug, finding himself taking a deep sigh as he buried a few other things as well. He showered and changed into a simple outfit, a plane gray t-shirt and sweatpants as he sat down by his fireplace and read a few chapters in one of the books he was reading as he sipped some freshly made tea. He was trying his best to ignore what was going on, but he knew that it was no longer safe in Greythorne, he made sure it was a little more safe as he made damn well sure to take care of that Hunter, which he made swift work of him.

But as the moon came up and he could feel himself slowly growing tired he retreated to his room and fell asleep, dreams of horror and his passed always plagued him, and this night was no different. Morning came all too soon, and after getting some coffee and changing his clothes, he decided he'd go back to the town and help clean up, god knows how it'd need to be fixed back up to its proper order. He found himself casually walking down the ever empty streets, seeing how no one really wanted to come out of their homes in fear of it happening again. He saw the all too familiar bright blue-ish green hair of a familiar face, cleaning up the area as the person picked things up and moved the bigger structures out of the way. Markus walked up to her slowly and helped clean up as he held a few things in his arms, "Morning. I figured I'd see you here." he said with a small smile as he looked at the vampire.








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JAIDEN PRICE
| Witch | Aurora's Home | #80000
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Jaiden found herself sighing and nodding at Aurora's hope of things returning to normal, they all wanted things to go back to how they were, but with how things had gone to shit so quickly in such a quick amount of time, she wasn't entirely sure anymore. But after changing into the PJ's that Aurora offered her, she flopped back into the bed and quickly drifted off to sleep. But as she expected, her dreams weren't dreams, but nightmares instead. Memories of her past events, they were only enhanced and more common now after the events of that night. If she was lucky, she wouldn't have been too pestering in her sleep for the poor fae that shared the room with her, but more often than not, Jaiden was told that she tended to sleep talk as well as flinch and full-on move-in her sleep. But as morning came, the sun piercing through the window she groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, soaking in the light. For a moment she didn't realize where she was and began to panic, until she slowly remembered that she was simply at a friend's house, as she saw that Aurora was still in her bed. She sighed softly as she combed her fingers through the mess of hair, as her mind raced. It was already morning, and who knows what today had in store for them. For all they knew, walking outside could be a death-sentence, nevermind being by one's self.

But seeing as Aurora was still asleep, Jaiden thought she'd help her friend out and make a small surprise for her, she quickly and softly got out of her bed and tiptoed down the stairs and into the main part of the small apartment. She didn't know exactly what she was looking for, but she decided she'd tidy up the place a little, putting things back where she belonged and cleaned up which didn't take long as Aurora kept her place rather clean and neat, which didn't surprise the young witch much. Next on her mind was preparing them breakfast, after a small gander through her fridge she found a few things that she could put together for a modest breakfast. After another twenty to thirty minutes, she had an array of pancakes, french toast, and coffee freshly made and set out on the table, figuring the smell would help wake up Aurora sooner than later. She just hoped it'd be enough and tasted better than she hoped, the last thing she wanted to do was start off Aurora's day with a poorly made breakfast.