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Scotland Walker

"What am I doing wrong?"

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a character in “The Howling | Mates”, as played by LostRiver

Description

Scotland Grace Walker
Broken Heart || Dr. Dog
"I never really had a broken heart. Always played it kinda close to my chest."
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|| 20 || American || Scotty, Scott, Walker ||



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|Gender|
Female

|Birthdate|
July 6th

|Sexual Preference|
Heterosexual

|Species|
Werewolf

|Pack|
Dark Mountain Pack

|Ranking|
Lead Hunter

|Bloodline|
Mixed

|Occupation|
She runs her father's old auto repair and sale shop. She repairs old and new cars and resells old owns for people that need their car sold.






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|Eye Color|
Pale blue

|Hair Color|
Dark Brown

|Wolf Appearance|
In terms of werewolves, she's a bit on the small size considering that her body was made more for agility and speed rather than strength or force. Her fur is a dark brown that almost looks black (much like her hair) with hints of dark red that shows when light glints off of it. Her eyes are the same pale blue that they are as a human and her chest scar is visible, but is mostly covered by fur.

|Body Type|
Petite, athletic, and skinny

|Skin Tone|
Olive

|Height & Weight|
5'2" and 110 lbs

|Scars|
Her most prominent mark is a long scar that starts at the right side of her clavicle and runs diagonally across her chest and comes to a stop at bottom left of her ribs. Other than that, she has no other prominent scars; however, being a hunter she has multiple small, thin scars covering parts of her body.

|Tattoos|
-A dainty, intricate flower on her lower back.
-A tribal armband just above her elbow
-A celtic tree on her upper back.
-The symbol, Shanti in sanskrit meaning inner peace.
-She often covers the rest of her body with henna in her spare time. (Example, example, example).




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|Personality|
Outwardly, Scotty comes off as very confident and sure of herself. However, she is normally insecure and very hard on herself and that can sometimes show to people that are around her a lot. In many ways, she knows that she is beautiful and seductive, but she also believes that she has to work very hard for people to like her -which she does. She constantly freshens her makeup and makes sure her clothes looks good because she thinks that in order for people to see her beauty, she has too constantly look good. Though she may have a great natural beauty, Scotty certainly cannot see that for herself.

Scotty is extremely smart and well-versed in many subjects including maths, sciences, history, literature, and a variety of others simply because she retains knowledge like a sponge without trying. However, in the matter of street and emotional smarts, she does not score very high. She is quite naive and is definitely too trusting of people. This normally leads to heart break on her end when people leave her. She is wired to believe that it is her fault that the person left her even if this may not necessarily be true. She is a grown woman that has had her heart broken multiple times, but still cannot conceive why a person would do that to anyone, so she assumes that it was because of her.

On the other hand, Scotty's trust is not always a bad thing. It also leads to great loyalty. She would do almost anything for the good of her pack. If a member were to get hurt either emotionally or physically, Scotty can become something of a dangerous breed. For her, sadness is normally synonymous with anger, so if she gets saddened by her own hurt or the hurt of someone she loves she can be a very dangerous enemy. She may not be the biggest and is certainly not the strongest, but she is one of the fastest and best hunters. She can track anything and anyone down for miles and miles and she can do so quicker than nearly any wolf. Her amazing speed and agility also makes her a great, sneaky fighter that can often seem to be in two places at once. Despite her small stature and seeming naivety, Scotty is a force to be reckoned with.


|Likes|
+ Sunny, lazy days
+ Flirting
+ Clothing
+ Inventing
+ Nature (especially birds)
+ Food (especially Italian)
+ Challenges
+ Vehicles
+ People
+ Running
+ Reading (only in her spare time)


|Dislikes|
- Cold weather
- Losing
- Technology that she feels has not use
- Betrayal
- Being stood-up/lied to
- Not looking her best
- Water
- Slow things
- Sour foods


|Strengths|
‣ Tracking - She is amazing at tracking and hunting. She likes to think that she is one of the best hunters the pack has ever seen, but that much is debatable.
‣ Quick Study - Subjects such as math, sciences, and languages come easy to her. She is also naturally well versed in mechanics and musical studies.
‣ Sneak Attacks - What she lacks in physical strength and body mass (and by lacks I mean in werewolf terms), she makes up for by being one of the fastest and most agile in the pack.
‣ Mechanics and Inventing - Since she began running her father's auto repair shop, she has had a considerable amount of time to play with various motors and gears and enjoys creating new, tiny inventions. She also has pages upon pages on her desk of sketches of various, big projects that she know will never happen.
‣ Physical Appearance - Although she can get self-conscious and insecure, she is actually a very beautiful woman. She appears to have inherited the best of both her parents; black hair and full lips from her father, blue eyes and attractive, often seductive body from her mother.


|Weaknesses|
‣ Naivety - She expects the best out of people even though she should not. She is far too trusting and in her younger years, this caused for a lot of heart break. She eventually learned to harden her heart toward the men she was with, but she is still very trusting of others.
‣ Insecurity - While beauty and seductive, she often finds that she does not see herself that way. She pretends that she thinks herself beautiful, but she is actually very critical of herself and her own looks. Despite working in a dirty old repair shop, she very rarely leaves the house without putting on nice clothing and makeup because she believes that she does not look good without it.
‣ Emotions - She has a problem keeping any emotions she feels in check. She has taught herself to keep some emotions like sadness and fear inside, but emotions such as anger, happiness, and jealousy are very hard for her to not express.


|Fears|
• Deep water - She enjoys swimming and being at the beach, but if she goes too far out, she can freeze up and will be unable to swim at all.
• Rejection - She has been rejected before by men and has never gotten used to it. Despite her knowledge of the life long bonds between mates, she often finds herself fearing that her mate will leave her.
• Failing her pack - She lives in constant fear that she will one day let her pack down. She loves her pack and fears that she may not be enough for them or what they need.





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|Equipment|
- Her normal clothing is as revealing as she can be depending on the weather. However, she enjoys wearing big sweaters and scarves when it is cold out. When she is not working, she is always wearing accessories like big necklaces, earrings, and multiple bracelets, but when she is working she has to take them all off so that they do not get caught in any gears. (Example, example, example)
- Garage, motorcycle, and car keys on a paw print key chain.
- Usually keeps lipstick, foundation, eyeliner, and hairbrush in her bag.
- Always has a pencil and a small pad of paper with her to jot down ideas or sketches she thinks of.
- She keeps her father's switchblade and his necklace on her a majority of the time.


|History|
Scotty was born in New York City on a warm summer night to a nurturing, hard-working mother and a genius father who had originally wanted a son, but would never admit it at any point in his life. They both adored Scotty to no end and, though they did not have enough money to spoil her with material items, but they would spoil her with love and affection. Since they had little spare money to spend on factory-made toys, Scotty's father would take gears, tires, batteries and other spare parts from the garage he worked at and he would fashion toys and play things for Scotty. Her father was an absolute mechanical genius and at a young age, he began teaching Scotty the ins and outs of mechanics and engineering. Due to her great intelligence, Scotty caught onto it so fast that by the age of five, she was asking for the spare parts for her birthday rather than the finished toys.

Scotty took after her father in that she was something of a genius at a young age. She deviated a bit from a child with a photographic memory -because she could not necessarily remember everything- but she seemed to retain endless amounts of information. Her mother or father could show her how to do something and within just hours of being taught, Scotty would be doing it better than her parents. It was astounding to them and her parents -especially her father- were overjoyed at the brightness of their daughter. When is came time for Scotty to go to school, her parents let her take a placement test just out of curiosity of what she might score. Scotty ended up in the 99th percentile and was offered a scholarship to a prestigious elementary school. However, even with the scholarship, her parent could not afford to send Scotty to the school. So, Scotty was sent to the dirty, run-down public school where she barely learned a thing. Everyone that knew her -including her teachers- pitied the family and knew that a kid like Scotty should be in a better school system; however, there was nothing that her parents could do.

For a good portion of Scotty's younger years, she was away from her parents. They struggled to make ends meet -her mother had taken on two jobs and her father would often work overtime at the garage. Scotty spent her time at her grandmother's retirement home and still has fond memories of the kindhearted, wise old woman. However, when her grandmother passed of natural causes, Scotty was forced to fend for herself. When she finally got to middle school, she began to become the schools "slut". She dressed with the most revealing clothing she could find and went to nearly every party she could. Scotty's grades did not change from the straight A's that she was receiving, but everyone could see that the bright young girl was not heading down a good path. Her parents became worried and tried to talk to her, but she insisted that she was fine and needed no help. Her mother and father had planned on telling Scotty the truth about who she was, but their trying to talk to her caused a rift between the parents and their daughter and they never got the chance to properly tell her.

Scotty's first time changing was at the age of thirteen and she still cringes at the memory of it. She was coming home very late from a party and had foolishly taken a shortcut home. Apparently, some man had been following her and when she was only a block away from her house, he made the mistake of grabbing her. Scotty struggled and cried out profusely, but the man dragged her into an alleyway. She was so disorient from the alcohol and scared from the thought of being raped or kidnapped that she unknowingly changed. She was so scared and angry that she ended up ripping the man to shreds. She must have passed out and her parents must have heard her howl because the next thing she remembers is waking up with a huge dark grey wolf standing over her with a seemingly worried expression on his furry face. She was confused and hurting and still a bit drunk and did not realize that it was her father until her changed back to a human at which point she was even more afraid and disoriented.

Scotty's parents finally told her the truth about her heritage and although she was afraid of herself, she had her mother and father to help her through it. Apparently, the man that had tried to assault Scotty had been a rapist that the police had been trying to catch for a few months. They were perplexed by the mangled body and knew that it had to be something more than a simple wolf, but they played it off as a stray dog attack and the investigation went no further. Scotty felt little remorse for her actions, but she was afraid that she might do it to someone she cared about.

After this event, Scotty's father began to teach her about controlling the ability to change, but Scotty was still an amateur and being in a bustling city with no pack around her often made her lose control. So, only half a year after Scotty's first change, the family took all the money the had and spent it on a house in a small town in the Rocky Mountains. Schools were better there, but that also meant that taxes were higher. Scotty's father found the Dark Mountain Pack in the town they had moved to and brought the family to the alpha who quickly accepted them due to Scotty's father's amazing strength and intelligence. It was his first time in a pack since his own father's death, so he was a bit hesitant, but they soon became a sort of extended family for the three. The pack also helped the family tremendously with their financial problems and Scotty's father quickly got a job at a vehicle repair shop in the town -eventually coming to own it when the owner retired. This change in life styles actually ending up helping Scotty's rebellious phase to slow its course. She still dressed a bit on the revealing side and went to parties -both of which she continues to do- but she did not do so to the point of destruction like she had when they lived in the city. She had really friends at the school, helped her father out at the shop often, and she also quickly became a well-known perspective hunter of the Dark Mountain Pack due to her great tracking skills.

With their great fortune, Scotty actually expected herself to go to college and began to get letters from colleges her sophomore year of high school telling her that she could get a scholarship at their school. She seemed to have a very bright future until her mother was diagnosed with an advanced stage of leukemia. It took everyone that knew her by surprised. She had hidden her sickness so well from them all and now she only had about a year to live. Scotty was angry at everything and everyone. Her mother had been one of the most caring people she had known and the fact that she was being taken away so prematurely was bound to anger anyone. When her death finally came upon them, Scotty and her father were prepared, but that did not mean it hurt any less. The event brought Scotty and her father together even more and he became the center of Scotty's world. Medical bills had piled up and they were once again in debt. The pack tried to help out, but there was only so much they could do. So, even though Scotty's father tried to keep it alive, the prospect of college all but dropped out of Scotty's mind. She completed high school and immediately started working, trying to keep the fact that her life had been thrown away in one fowl swoop.

After her mother's death, Scotty thought that the worst was over, but she was very wrong. Only eight months after Scotty's graduation, a newly formed, small neighboring pack unwisely decided to attack the Dark Mountain Pack in the town that Scotty was living in. Her father was a warrior of the pack at the time and he was -of course- called to stifle the attack. He had been a great and strong fighter, but when faced with the alpha and any pack, many great warriors would have fallen. The small attacking pack was defeated within only hours of the start of the battle and the Dark Mountain Pack suffered only a few causalities. Unfortunately, Scotty's father had been one of them. The pack mourned the death of the few killed, and Scotty was automatically given all of his money and his belongings. People offered their condolences, but Scotty could hear none of it through her grief. She had lost both of her parents -her only family- in a matter of three years and it broke her heart. She became a more integral part of the pack after her father's death -since the idea of going to college had become completely obsolete now. She finally took the position as a hunter and continued to run her father's shop.

Scotty still thinks of her parents every day. She sometimes considered going back to the destructive ways of her teen years, but she tries to consider what her father and mother would think and the idea is stomped back down. Scotty currently runs her father's shop, living just above the garage to save money. She tried to be a prominent member of the pack and tries to help them out as much as she can.


|Other|
- Scotty has a pet one legged bali mynah bird named Apollo which she lets out to fly nearly everyday in the right weather. She actually found him on the roof of the garage about a month after her father's death and took him an animal hospital. She does not know how he lost his leg, but she paid to give him vaccinations and he can often be found either circling the town or hopping around on Scotty's toolbox while she is working.
- Scotty has recently been considering trying to find her uncle -her father's brother- who her father told her had completely disappeared as a teenage after their father's death. In reality, Scotty just wants a real, blood-related family member and even though she is an amazing hunter and tracker, she has no clue where to start looking.




"Why do I keep trusting people?"

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So begins...

Scotland Walker's Story

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Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison
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Shiloh Grey
Its a crisp May morning. There is still some snow patches around, covering the newly growing grass. Because of the thunder storm last night frost covers the trees and everything is icy and wet. The mountain air is refreshing to the senses and today is the mating day.

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Shiloh groaned loudly as her alarm clock start cheering loudly in her sensitive ears....AGAIN! A harsh, grumpy growl escaped her throat as she slammed her hand down on the small electric device, silencing it forever as it was smashed to pieces.
"Shit!" Shiloh hissed, her silver eyes snapping open to see what she had done. It was the fourth alarm clock this month....She wasn't a morning person. Sighing loudly she plopped her face in her soft, forest green pillow, the unique scent of raspberries and honey wafted into her nose as she blindly ran her hand over to her phone. It was strange that every werewolf came with such a scent, but Shiloh loved her scent for she found it to explain her personalty as well. Grabbing her sleek iphone Shiloh pressed the button to light up the screen and squinted her eyes at the bright light, a silent scream of horror washing over her as she saw the time and date.
"God damnit!" she swore loudly as she flung herself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Extremely happy she had showered and packed the night before Shiloh made fast work of brushing out her wayward long blonde curls so they became wavy and slightly more tamed. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and put on some eye liner and mascara within the time span of 2 minutes and rushed out of the bathroom and back into her room, through on a white transformer's t-shirt, red skinny jeans, black cowboy boots and her worn out black leather jacket. She glanced at her phone again, it read 10:15am.
"Shit I'm late!" she shouted, grabbed her bag with everything she needed then shot down the stairs. She grabbed an apple and muffin then was out the door, rapidly scurrying toward the large greyhound bus, her werewolf speed coming in handy as she rushed through the small town.
"WAIT FOR ME!!" Shiloh shouted as the driver was about to close the doors but stopped once she saw Shiloh. The Night White elder, Susan Fields, rolled her eyes at the little omega girl as the elder watch the girl scurry towards the bus.
"I am so sorry Mrs.Fields I...." Shiloh began as she got on the bus, the doors closing behind her, but the elder cut her off by waving her hand in dismissal. Shiloh bowed her head then went to take a seat.
"Morning everyone" she greeted brightly. The bus was cowered with all the unmated members of the White Night pack, it seemed she was the last to arrive...again. Shiloh sat down by Emerson, giving her a big smile. She and Emme were close, she was actually one of Shiloh's first friends.
"So you excited to meet your mate?" Shiloh teased as she put her bag under her feet, the sound of the bus starting up and driving away entered her ears and Shiloh slightly bounced in her seat in excitement, a large pearly white smile plastered on her face. She took a big bite of her apple and split the muffin handing the other half to Emme.
"Its your favorite" Shiloh murmured with a mouth full of apple.

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Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor
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Scotty groaned and rolled over as her alarm blared loudly, further tangling herself in her bed sheets. She continued to ignore the object, hoping that by some miracle it would cease its shrill ringing. The loud noise persisted, so Scotty finally rolled back over and punched down on the clock's snooze button. Smiling at the quiet that once again surrounded her, Scotty snuggled her comforter once more. She had just closed her eyes when a second annoying noise forced her eyes open. She at once recognize the persistent chirping as her pet bird Apollo's wake up call. Scotty rolled her eyes before yelling over at the bird, "Alright, alright, I'm awake you stupid bird."

The chirping finally halted as Scotty sat up in her bed, placed her feet on the chilled wooden floor, and stretched her arms out. She yawned loudly and stumbled into her small bathroom. Her home above the garage was nothing too glorious, but Scotty had made taken it upon herself to fix it up after the death of her father. She had not been able to bring herself to live in the pack house after his death. The house was nice -much nicer than her place above the shop- but the garage had been her father's place and it was all she had left of him other than his necklace and switchblade. She had given the small apartment a cozy, homely feeling. As Scotty looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, she wondered what her dad might say if he could see her now, about to go and find her mate. Would he be proud? Maybe he would be fearful of losing his baby girl.

Scotty was snapped out of her thoughts as she looked at the clock and realized that she had been looking in the mirror for a full fifteen minutes. She took a quick, scalding hot shower and got changed as quickly as possible. She dried her hair, settling for it being in loose curls as she looked at the clock once more and realized she was about to be late. Scotty threw as much as she could into her small weekend bag, not having time to sort through everything and pick out what she did and did not need.

The last thing that she did was jog into her kitchen and fill a bowl with birdseed. She then proceed to open the door of Apollo's cage. The one-legged bird tweeted happily as he flapped his wings and hopped to Scotty's shoulder. Scotty moved to the large window that faced out westward. As she opened it, Apollo hopped down from her shoulder and onto Scotty's hand. He looked from the bowl of birdseed to Scotty's face and cocked his head to the side. The creature seemed to have a sense that Scotty was leaving for a bit and he was confused. Scotty patted his head and whispered, "I'll be home before you know it, bud." With that, Scotty set down the bowl of seed and nodded for Apollo to fly off. He flapped his white wings and fluttered near the window sill, looking up at Scotty for a moment. She smiled at the bird, wishing that he could understand her. At last, Apollo chirped at his owner and fluttered off. Scotty looked on after the bird for a moment and then finally shut the window and turned back to her room.

Scotty took one last glance at the clock and then hustled back into action. She grabbed her bag, keys, and phone before heading out the door and down the steps into the repair shops. Only Scotty's motorcycle and car were in the garage. Most people in the town were aware of the fact that Scotty would be going with the other unmated pack member, so they had not brought their cars in. Scotty double checked that both the garage door and the shop door were locked before she finally headed in the direction of the bus. As Scotty stepped onto the large bus, she greeted the bus driver with a lively, "How are ya, Mr. Swann?" The pack elder smiled at the girl. "Very well. Thank you for asking Ms. Walker." Scotty gave him a large grin and looked around at the rest of the pack members that had already boarded the bus. Scotty passed the pack Delta, Ryder Taylor, on her way to sit down and greeted him with a kind smile. "G'mornin'," she said happily to the Delta before taking a seat.

Scotty was not unexcited to go find her soulmate. The idea made her happy and feel warm on the inside; however, Scotty being as insecure as she was, was afraid that she might not find a mate. She feared that there was a chance that she would not find a wolf that thought she was the one. Perhaps she was paranoid, but she couldn't help herself from feeling like she would never be good enough for anyone. What if, Scotty thought, someone pretended to love her and then decided that he didn't want her anymore? Scotty shook the thought from her mind and put a happy smile back on her face as other unmated members of the pack walked toward the bus.

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Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison
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      • Alistair let out a small moan as his Golden retriever licked the left side of his face, slowly he rolled over into his back and cast his glance over to his window. There was still a few patches of snow and already Alistair could smell the crisp air although it was nearly covered by the smell of cinnamon and apple, his own scent.
With a lot of willpower Alistair finally managed to push himself away from his soft mattress and warm quilts. Still in his morning slumber mode he managed a slow shuffle towards his bathroom. After he let the warm water slip over his olive skin Alistair quickly changed into his black jeans and plain white tee.
It was nearly time for him to board the bus which would take him to his future mate, excitement and anxiety hit Alistair like a ten-meter wave.

What if his mate didn't fall for him? What happens then? Does he simply have to be alone, forever? Alistair pushed the questions out of his mind, he couldn't afford to think like this. He still had half an hour till he had to be on the bus. Quickly Alistair walked over to his favorite cafe, he quickly ordered a hot chocolate, he nodded his thanks and made his way over to the bus.

Not many of his pack was there, Alistair smiled and whispered his 'good morning' before he slipped his headphones on and flipped out his iPod before he put his favorite artist on and hoped on the bus. Alistair quickly took a seat in the middle and smiled as each of his pack members sat down. Without another word he looked around at the empty seats, snuggled up on the chair and started playing Temple Run as he waited for the rest of his pack to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor
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Genevieve shifted under her covers as the sound of the alarm blared, signaling for her to wake up. With a soft groan, she slowly sat up in bed and turned her alarm off. She squinted her eyes as sunlight filtered in through a window and filled the room with an orange flow. It suddenly hit her what today was. She was supposed to go to find her mate. Great. Sliding out of bed, she let her feet touch the cool ground. She made her way to the bathroom as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes.

Turning on the shower, Gen took a scalding hot shower. She preferred to take really hot showers for some reason. By the time she got out, steam covered the mirrors and mist curled around the bathroom. Wrapping herself in a towel, she went to her closet to decide what to wear. She settled on a pretty lazy outfit. While most people wear tank tops and crops tops during the summer, Gen wore them all year round. She wasn't one to get cold easily. She doesn't pay much attention to her wordrobe, rather, just wears whatever she gets her hands on, as long as it looks decent enough.

Genny checked the clock to see if she was running late. Thankfully, she had packed all her stuff the night before, so everything was ready to go. She grabbed her large duffel bag and ran downstairs. She pocketed a granola bar and pulled on her boots before she left the house. She was met with chilly morning air, though it didn't really faze her. There were small patches of snow here and there, but would soon be melted by the afternoon. Slinging her duffel bag on her shoulder, she set off to the bus station.

As she walked, Gen let her mind wander to what the upcoming weekend was going to be like. Would she even find a mate? She kicked a patch of snow nearby and sighed. Either this was going to be a total disaster, or an incredible weekend. So far, she was leaning towards the weekend not turning out so well. Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But the constant thoughts of not finding a mate, or worse, her mate ending up rejecting her, loomed in the back of her mind.

As Gen neared the bus, she could see their Alpha getting on board. Hurriedly, she speed walked to the bus and bounded up its steps. She smiled at Elder Henry and greeted him with a, "Good morning, Mr. Swann." Ah, good morning Genevieve. As Gen passed Luke, she tilted her head to him in respect, then smiled before walking further down the aisle. "Hey guys," she greeted as she spotted Jason and Skylar. She ended up sitting across from Scotty. Being hunters, they spent a lot of time together. She shoved her duffel bag against the window and made herself comfortable.

Pulling at her granola bar, she took a bite as she looked across at Scotty. "So, excited to meet your mate?" she inquired with a little sarcasm. She knew the answer even before Scotty replied. Everyone was thinking the same thing. They all shared the same fears that she herself had been mulling over earlier that morning, and you could plainly see it on everyone's faces.

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Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Willow Ross
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Shiloh Grey

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After a 2 hour long bus trip

A quite, impatient growl slipped past Shiloh's lips as she waited. They had arrived to their destination and Shiloh she was slowly going crazy. She had never sat so long in a vehicle, even if two hours isn't that long to some peoples it was horrible. The feeling of being a caged animal wasn't a pleasant one and it was starting to make Shiloh sick to her stomach. Yet for the life of her all her pack mates had decided on becoming were-turtles today. Like freaking hurry the hell up! She started fiddling with her earphones distract herself but nothing was working. So you could just imagine her relief when it was her turn to get off.

"FREEDOM!" Shiloh shouted loudly as she literally flung herself out of the bus knocking into a few people as she ran towards the cabins and away from the giant metal beast. And here she thought it wouldn't be that bad. Service her right for thinking. Now that she was free from the grey metal demon aka the bus, Shiloh looked around and noticed that the other packs bus had already arrived. The thought of her mate being so close made Shiloh blush brightly as a face splitting smile lite up her features.

"Omega Shiloh" an older voice said from behind her and Shiloh turned to see a woman around her mid forties with blazing red hair with a few lighter strands here and there, pulled back in an elegant bun, leaving only a few loose curled strands to obstruct the view of her delicate facial features. The woman was very lovely with tanned skin and bright blue eyes, which all contrasted with the smart black pencil skirt and elegant white top. She was much taller then Shiloh but she also had black heels on.

"ummm yes that's me.......and you are?" Shiloh didn't mean to sound rude but it didn't seem like the woman cared. Shiloh could instantly tell she was all work and no play.

"I am Mrs.Striker, I am the in charge of the activities that happen here and I just came to inform you that you are staying in cabin number 23, have a good day" the woman was swift and stoic as she walked away, probably to go find her next victim..... umm packmate, to inform then of their cabins. Shiloh sighed and shook her head at the woman before she made her way to her cabin. Dinner was at five tonight and it was one the afternoon. It was a formal gathering so you had to dress nicely. Once she arrived at her cabin she started getting ready.

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Thomas slept through the ride and got up and walked out last and yawned. "Well that sucked and now to my cabin." I looked at the cabin and started to wards it with my bags. "Wait that's taken your not on my list who are you?" I heard the female voice behind me and sighed this had happened before but last time there was a extra cabin. "Thomas Rollens and now what?" I really didn't want to be here anyways but this made it a lot worse but my luck alwa s being bad made me use to it. "wait here we'll figure it out." I groaned as the woman walked off and started to practice on my guitar. "Someone shoot me this place blows as always which sucks." I yawned again and say on the curb gaining tips from passing civilians.

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"So, excited to meet your mate?"

Scotty's gaze out the window shot up as she was suddenly addressed by a fellow pack member. She looked up to see that is was Genevieve, one of her hunters. Scotty's expression quickly turned from surprise to happiness at the girl sitting across from her. She had spent a lot of time with Gen and even though Scotty was the lead hunter, she never felt as though she was any better than Gen and she always made sure that the other hunter knew that. "I'm sure you already know the answer to that," Scotty spoke with the same slight sarcasm as Gen had spoken to her. They were all nervous and Scotty knew that. She tried to stay her light-hearted self, but she was becoming more insecure about the whole situation by the minute.

Scotty talked with the other pack members for only a moment or two at the start of the bus ride before settling further into her seat and gazing out the window at the passing scenery. She knew that much like everyone else on the bus, she would not be acting too much like herself on this trip. The thought of finding a person that she would spend the rest of her life with was far too much of a burden for Scotty to be acting like her normally up-beat self.




A little less than two hours later, Scotty woke with a start as the bus jerked to a halt. She had not realized that she had fallen asleep, but she was glad that she had not been awake for such a long time on a metal box. Scotty quickly smoothed down her hair and checked her makeup in her reflection in the window. Once she was satisfied that everything was in order, she grabbed her bag from the dust bus floor and followed the rest of the pack off the bus.

Scotty stared at her surrounding for a moment. The place was gorgeous and the beautiful surroundings only made the upcoming days seem more surreal to her. Scotty took a deep breath and exhaled, closing her eyes. She had to get used to it because there was no turning back now.

Scotty was jolted out of her thoughts as a kind yet demanding voice spoke from behind her, "Ms. Walker." Scotty's eyes shot open and she turned quickly on her heels to face the voice. In front of her stood a woman far taller than she and much older with gorgeous fiery red hair; however, despite the woman's age, Scotty couldn't help but think that the woman was held far more beauty than she.

Scotty did not know who the woman was, but she had the feeling that this woman was important. Scotty gave her a large smile and replied, "Scotty." She had meant for the comment to be more of a "We don't have to be formal" sort of gesture but it had come off as more of a "I'm an immature child" sort of act.

The woman gave Scotty an unamused glance and Scotty couldn't help but squirm a little under the glance. "Yes, Ms. Walker," the woman began slowly, choosing not to take Scotty's gesture of non-formality, "You'll be in Cabin Twelve." The woman finished speaking and Scotty opened her mouth to say something, but she was already walking away toward another one of Scotty's pack members. Scotty furrowed her brow at the woman's stoic disposition, but she shrugged it off as nothing personal.

Scotty shouldered her bag just as she caught a glimpse of the other pack's bus rolling to a stop. Suddenly feeling like she had to get out of there, Scotty checked around her in case she had missed anything and scurried off toward the cabins to get a little more dressed up for the coming evening.

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Skyler smiled at Jason's comment, though she couldn't quite admit that it worried her that they'd be... exposed on unfamiliar ground for days. Of course, there would be the other pack members but she couldn't trust them with her family, with her pack. "So Skyler shall we go appease the elder's?" he said back, "the sooner we get this over with the better" was all she could say before she followed Jason inside the bus and sat down on the free seat besides him. She made a few jokes about whatever she could think of for a little while but for most part of the ride she was quiet.

Nearly two hours later they had finally arrived to their destination, once it came to a stop Skyler hurried like a mule to get outside of the bus, of course waiting for the Alpha to do so first. Truth was she had a strange feeling about the whole thing as if they were somehow exposed. As soon as she managed to grab some air she waited for the rest of the pack members, she greeted everyone good morning and soon enough grabbed her luggage.

Skyler immediately searched the place protectively and once she made sure there was nothing strange going on she thought of making herself home and rushed in to whatever cabin, the girl wasn't quit waiting for any longer before getting ready; all she wanted was to take another hot bath, thought she already had in the morning, and maybe even snag a little nap. It wasn't until a beautiful red-haired beauty stopped her, an older woman with beautiful red hair. Strangely Skyler thought the woman almost gave off a royal feeling to her, she had a particular tanned skin which made her hair stand out even further. "Mrs. Black?"

She nodded almost taking her time, it had been some time before someone had addressed her by her last name it almost sounded unfamiliar. "The one and only"
she said with a smile now, and extending her arm to greet the woman in front of her. The woman looked at her hand unimpressed before she she spoke again, "Mrs. Black, your will be staying in cabin 13" as soon as she said her number her eyes widened. "Awww come on man, that's just back luck all over! Skyler frowned loudly enough for other pack members to hear. The woman paid no mind to Skylers complains and gave her an unamused stare "I suggest you would get ready. I will see you again soon enough".

Almost with her head looking down she headed to her cabin, a rogue she probably could handle but what could you do with back luck. She let out a sigh and once she had found her cabin she frowned again at the look of the plaque with the number 13 on top of the door but finally headed inside. She immediately started getting ready, 'something fancy' she remembered. Finally she picked an outfit she hoped would be fitting and headed towards the shower, finally she changed into her outfit and deemed herself ready.

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Emmitt Cobble

Emmit had been reading over a how to manual about how to do wood burning and the different methods. He had just bought the book a little while before the trip. He used the two hour bus ride as a time to read as he figured he would get very little time to read the next three days. He didn't notice but about half the way to the campsite he had fallen asleep as he could not sleep the night before. His dream was rather typical for him. He was working on a car and the car fell on him which caused him to wake up and look around him. He realized he was at the destination as some of his pack had already started exiting the bus.

He got up grabbed his bag and walked out the door. He looked around as younger pack members from both packs exited and headed to their cabins. He looked around for the person in charge of the whole thing. He figured she or he might bea very busy person with all these people coming into the gathering. He finally saw her as was pointing Skyler to her cabin. He walked up to her "Evening miss. I am Pack Doctor Emmitt Cobble."

The women turned around and was greeted by Emmitt's scent first. He had not showered and he smelled like oil and gas as he was working on the engine this morning. "Hello I'm Mrs. Striker I'm assuming you are on the list." She checked the list quickly trying to move this young man along. "You will be staying in cabin 10 enjoy your stay." She walked off to help another person.

"I guess I'll find it myself then." He walked off towards the cabin and reached the cabin shortly. He opened the door put his bag on the bed stripped off his clothes and took a long shower. "Much better" he proclaimed as he stepped out of the shower and began getting dressed.

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Jason Gaster

Jason listened as he realized most of the people on the bus were not talkative at all. He decided he would open his window and enjoy the air that washed over his face. He did this pretty much the whole time to the camp grounds. He watched as they pulled up to the grounds and the doors opened. Jason took a deep breathe and made his way off the bus and out to the crowd. He looked around taking in the sight and smell of the woods. He knew it should make him relax but he couldn't in fact it made him more paranoid. He knew this place was neutral territory but could they just expect them to let go of the mentality that anyone outside the pack could not be trusted. Mrs. Striker snuck up on him not cause she was trying just cause he was lost in thought.

"Lead Warrior Gaster I presume?" Jason turned around his hand reaching for his axe which he didn't have because he was told not to bring it. He calmed down a bit when he realized it was probably someone working at the camp. He nodded to her still keeping a watchful gaze on anyone who walked by. "You will be in cabin 18 Mr. Gaster." Jason nodded and walked off. He realized it seemed rude but he was on edge and needed to breathe for a minute.

He walked to his cabin and walked in. He then proceeded to sniff and give the room a good study as to make himself familiar with it. Satisifed that the room was safe enough he put his things down and crossed his legs as he sat on the bed. "Relax boy we'll be fine." He felt the wolf calm itself inside and he smiled. "I guess I really do need a vacation."

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"I'm sure you already know the answer to that." Gen smiled knowingly at Scotty, before turning to look out her window. After the last of the members tricked on, the bus slowly eased out of the stop. Gen sat for a few minutes, gazing at the landscape as it went by in a blue. It was going to be a long ride. Thankfully, she had music to listen to. She put the earbuds in and clicked shuffle on her iphone. To get comfortable, he put her feet up on her seat next to her and leaned her head against the window. Her eyes slowly shut, and she was lulled to sleep by the rhythmic movement of the bus, and the sound of 'Sweater Weather' in her ears.

By the time Gen woke up, the bus was pulling into the camp. Picking her head up, she lazily stretched and rubbed her eyes. She ran a hand through her hair, before grabbing her bags. It was quite a hassle to lug all of them through the narrow aisle. A line had formed as everyone started to get off the bus.

As soon as she stepped out, she only had a moment to soak in the view around her before being approached by an smart looking woman. "Miss Morrison," she snapped. Gen looked at her and nodded. "Yes, that's me." The woman introduced herself as Mrs. Striker and checked her clipboard before her eyes returned to Gen. "You will be staying in Cabin 14." "Thank you," she replied with a smile, though it seemed lost on Mrs. Striker a she walked away to another member.

As Gen started to walk away, she hazarded a glance behind her. The other pack's bus was stopped behind theirs. Her stomach twisted into a knot as she thought about meeting them. She couldn't tell if the bus was full or empty, but she didn't want to wait and find out. She quickly diverted her eyes, and walked as quickly as she could to her cabin.

Once she found it, she stepped inside and looked around. It wasn't the most luxurious place, but it was nice and hat a homey, comfortable feel to it. Plopping her bags down next to her bed, looked out of her window for a moment. She then fell onto her bed, and just laid there looking at the ceiling for a few minutes. She snapped herself out of her thoughts after a few minutes, and set about unpacking and getting ready for tonight.