Rowan Labonair

       ❝ by all means, feel free to tell me if i am spoiling the content moment. ❞ elena spoke lightly. she of all people knew how wrapped up in a moment one could get and she didn’t want to be the one that spoiled such a moment for rowan. ❝ bonfires in the bayou – i guess it’s safe to assume you’re a crescent then? ❞ the ex-vampire asked with a smile. 

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Rowan smiled, “Oh I ain’t one to hesitate to speak my mind. If you a bother you sure as hell would hear about it.” She assured the other, with a sharp word or two from the she-wolf or even a rude gesture. “Classic Crescent, guilty as charged. Can’t really say it doesn’t make me uneasy to have my pack so...well known.” Wolves were secretive creatures, to the degree that many didn’t even know they were around any more. It was how wolves stayed safe usually.

She was vaguely familiar, almost looked like she could be Hope’s mother’s sister as the blonde she-wolf approached the bonfire that was burning. Brows were furrowed as she continued to try and place the brunette before she spoke out and a soft hum left Skyla’s lips. “Good or bad ones,” Skyla questioned curiously. “Or a mix even, I suppose? Some of the folks ‘round here would probably say a mix of good and bad, like my dad- Majority of us Crescent’s actually.”

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Looking to the young woman Rowan gives a shrug of her shoulders, “Can’t really have the good without some of the bad.” She answers, no matter what she thought about there were those that followed Richard in the memories. Though she couldn’t blame any of them the same way she blamed that monster. “Life is about a mix of good and bad, I would be more concerned if we didn’t have it.”

“Very rude to be insulting my fishfry. Now, my Louisiana pride is urging me to showcase my skills,” Garrett jested. As he continued to eat, the werewolf shrugged off her comments. The veteran didn’t judge, he indiscriminately thought everyone and anyone could have moron moments equally. A lesson he learned early in his military career. “No need to thank, just being a gentleman and all,” Garrett jested.

“Good detective skills,” the werewolf appreciated, chuckling after she deconstructed his argument. Taking a break to wolf down some more food, Garrett shrugged dismissively. “She said to have fun… So, that’s an order in itself. It’d be rude and border-line traitorous to not do as she says.” Mostly a joke, although heavy with truth. Even in his goofiness, he made a point to be aware of his surroundings and the Queen’s whereabouts.

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“I’m a Mississippi girl, I wouldn’t be doing anyone any good if I didn’t trash talk and doubt some Louisiana fish fry.” If anything she wouldn’t be surprised if a fight broke out between two mamas trying to prove they were better that a fry than the other. “And so the south lives on.” She rolls her eyes, charming as ever was the southern gentleman. 

“I ain’t blind if that’s what you mean.” She laughs figuring that anyone with eyes could pick that up. She watches him as he talks about her granddaughter and gives a soft nod of her head, “Doesn’t bother you then? Her being what she is?” A tribrid was what she meant and while Rowan loved her granddaughter, she was blood after all she wondered where the pack was going. What direction? Did the fact they controlled their shift change more than just the need to gather during the full moon? 

“That sounds really nice,” Hope admitted.  “There weren’t a lot of family gatherings and stuff like that while I was growing up, never mind pack gatherings.”  With Hayley and Jackson gone things had changed drastically, and the further splintering of the pack following her takeover meant there hadn’t been much chance for parties in a long while.  “I know Jackson favors the guitar, and I don’t think Mom plays anything - what’s your instrument of choice?”

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Rowan gives a sad nod of her head, “I hope to fix that, this pack was really going somewhere when your granddad and I were around, the peace treaty we were working to get with Marcel...” She shakes her head trying to push down the rage she felt about how things ended up, “Things would have been so different.” She finally finished before looking back at the flames. Wallowing a little in her thoughts before her granddaughter pulled her from them once more. “My voice.” Rowan answers with a smile, “Though I have played a few cords of guitar myself, I prefer singing. Was never one for a limelight so I preferred singing to your mom when I was carrying her, kicked up a storm, I assumed it was applause.” She takes a drink, “At least that’s what I told myself.” Rowan finished with a chuckle.

Henrik stood by the fire, hands slipped into his pockets as he allowed the heat from the flames to warm him up. Standing there, watching the people around him enjoying themselves and having a good time, it reminded him of when there used to be the festivities back at his village, when he was a young boy. Of course he remembers the big fires that they would have and the celebrations. Turning his head to look at the woman, he nodded his head. “It does. We used to have many of these celebrations back home, when I was a young lad.” 

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Rowan looks to the boy, he wasn’t one she had seen around the bayou, he wasn’t a wolf as far as she knew. “Oh yeah? And where is home?” She asks out of mild curiosity and the sheer fact it seemed only polite to ask since he brought it up. Perhaps he was homesick and she understood that. 

       elena had yet to meet rowan personally, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see the resemblance between rowan, hayley, and hope. the genes definitely ran strong with the labonair women. standing a few feet away from rowan on the other side of the fire, elena smiled in response to her words. ❝ that’s a look of contentment if i’ve ever seen one. you’ve done this a time or two, haven’t you? ❞

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“As content as I can be right now.” Rowan answers, her pack was still on shaky ground, a good amount of them scared into working for her granddaughter, others being sneaky about where their loyalty lays. If her husband was around she could feel some sort of comfort of knowing someone she was most comfortable around was near. “Bonfires in the bayou were second nature, there wasn’t a celebration that wasn’t held in the form of a party, fire and moonshine. However any music we had, was played in person none of this fancy DJing.”

Hope had never imagined she’d have the chance to hang out at a party with her grandmother - how could she have?  Even as she sidled up to the woman at the fire it was difficult to know how to start the conversation.  So she went with the easy way, handing the woman a plastic cup full of beer even as she spoke.  “Is this what it was like when the pack would have parties?”  She’d seen a similar gathering during her short visit to peace, but didn’t know whether that was the norm or not.

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Rowan took the cup from her grandaughter and raised it to her lips as the younger woman spoke. “Not a hundred percent but it is pretty close, lots of bon fires around, some rough housing, moonshine and of course music but it was more so us playing whatever hand-me-down instruments we had.” She smiles watching the flickering flames before looking at Hope, “Whatever food we had was caught earlier that day and everyone helped while the kids ran around outside. Huge family dinner style.” 

In search of a little refuge from the intensity of the party, Gabe had wandered over towards the fire that Rowan was stood beside and her musing coaxed a soft smile from him. “It’s making me feel like a damn kid all over again.” A wistful expression caressed his features, realising that the older he had gotten, he had taken the pack for granted as he reminisced, “reminds me of sneaking out into the bayou to see the wolves and tryna make it back to the festivities before my folks to catch up to me.” 

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There was something about the wildness of this party that brought back all the bonfires of the Crescent wolves, when they were happier, more rounded as a pack, before Richard was able to sink his claws into others and try to divide them all. “There was one year, when Robbie swore he could master blowing fire. Now you don’t see stupid till you see some moonshiners son thinking he can blow fire with a full beard and not a lick of practice.” She laughs shaking her head, “He didn’t get none burned too badly, though he never could grow that beard out the same again.”

Dex glanced down towards Rowan’s hand gripping his arm, uncertain as to why the Crescent wolf would want to help him out in the first place, but he was honestly grateful for her intervention. With a steadying expulsion of air from his lungs, he nodded towards the brunette before willingly following. “I’m alright” he assured once again, but there was still an edge to his tone, “just a .. momentary lapse in judgment.” As the pair made it outside, Dex rose his hand to push the heel of his palm against his forehead, a stubborn sigh forcing from his throat as he murmured, “not sure you’d believe me if I told you. Its uh – family drama.” There was no harm in telling Rowan, like he had already said, she might not even believe him, but everything about the woman led him to believe that she was trustworthy. “I lost my sister in an accident a few years back. Her daughter was in the car, officer on the scene told us there were no survivors – but it turns out, they got that wrong. My niece was adopted. Alive this whole time and I’m a damn cop. How does this happen under my nose, to my own sister, to my niece? I’m just tryna find answers here.” 

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“In my day, those usually ended with a dead wolf.” She pointed out but than again perhaps things were a tad more harsh for the wolves back then. She walked with the other wolf outside and was glad to be out in the air rather than the musky smell of papers and recycled air. “Family drama huh? You must not know much about my own.” She answers from her husband’s family connection to the Hollow, to their daughter being married to the grandson of the man whom murdered them and her own granddaughter being sired by Klaus Mikaelson himself, family drama ran wild. She waited for him to finally cave and get whatever the hell it was from his chest before he exploded on the next idiot and no one was around to stop him from doing something he would regret. Listening to cops do a shit job was nothing new to her, she never much liked law enforcement but that could simply be because wolves tend to get into trouble based on their enhanced rage. “I thought you were a cop, are you one of the rare ones that actually follows the law?” She asks with a tilt of her head, “I mean you know the stupid rules about red tape, so go around them.” She offers a shrug of her shoulders, “Break into the stupid place, find out what you need to and walk out into the night.”

Garrett chuckled at her words. “I mean, I could go catch us some catfish if you’d prefer?” he offered with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Just before he had begun wolfing down whatever he found, Garrett watched her. “Be careful not to get your hair caught on that,” he warned out of instinct. But, could you blame him? He’d been part of the military branch where privates found the dumbest and most creative ways to hurt themselves.

“Don’t judge me,” he countered, although a smile formed on his lips. “If I’m not fighting, I’m drinking. If I’m not drinking, I’m fucking. If I’m not fucking, I’m eating.” He shrugged as if it was all explained in that ridiculous statement of his and any further argument was now void.

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She laughs, “If I thought I could trust you with doing a fishfry right I just might take you up on that.” She warns him giving him a glance out of the corner of her eye before sitting back a little from the fan. “Honey I don’t look my age but I know I don’t look like I was born yesterday.” Getting her hair caught in a fan was some kind of dumb fuck situation that she just couldn’t picture herself in. “Touched by your concern though.”

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It’d only been two hours in, but the alcohol was already becoming boring to the off-duty Queen’s guard. So, he walked into the closest cabin and began to go through it’s refrigerator. “Love feeling like Goldilocks,” Garrett jested with the nearest bystander. “Let’s see which soup is best before we move onto trying the beds, right?”

From the fridge, he grabbed a platter of party size sandwiches. “Not soup, but edible.” He tossed a few into his mouth at once before grabbing another handful. Pausing at the sensation of being stared at, Garrett smiled. “Want some?” he questioned with a shameless smile.

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The party was just off crescent lands a little too much for even some drunk idiot to wander in which she was glad for. The last thing anyone of the pack needed was strangers who were drunk and stupid to do something to cause a spark of anger that broke into a fight. Stepping into a cabin to get out of the sun for a bit and enjoy the fan running, she glanced at the other wolf that entered. “That’s one way to ask a girl to dinner before jumping into bed.” She notes with the slightest hint of joking in her tone as she turned back to the fan.

There had been initial resistance as Rowan forced herself between the two male’s, but it was more of a one sided fight and Dex realised quickly that he needed to back off. Eventually he did that and took a few steps backwards, releasing the other from his grasp with an exasperated sigh. “I get the point” he retorted, continuing to back away until he hit the wall and rose his hand to rub against his forehead as he hissed to the clerk, “just get the hell out of here.”

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Rowan looks to the nerdy clerk and gives him a pointed look, “You need to work on your god damn people skills. I should call someone about how completely unhelpful you’ve been but instead how about you get the hell back into your files.” At least if she startled the man it might take his mind off of maybe calling someone about the attack the man had just committed on him. Turning back to the wolf behind her she grabs his arm, “Come on, before you bite someone’s head off.” She walked the other outside of the building hoping that if anyone was called they’d be far enough off not to be caught up in it. “Wanna tell me what the hell that mousy man did to piss you off?”

The damage that was being inflicted to Oliver’s cabin by scorned Crescents was becoming more frequent and harder to keep clearing up. The wolf was desperate to try and keep his kids from seeing it the fresh damage of a morning, but he knew that was wishful thinking. This attack had been different from the usual vandalism however, as a flaming bottle of alcohol came hurtling against the front of the house and exploding on the porch. 

Thankfully neither Oliver or Sky had been home, but as he approached the cabin, the furniture outside was aflame and he had to take immediate action to extinguish it. Eventually he had managed to stop it before the rest of the cabin caught fire and understandably, his nerves were shot.  “What come to watch?” he hissed as rustling in the nearby bushes captured his attention. 

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Rowan gives a shrug, “At least I’m not here to burn.” She answers as she makes the steps through the brush closer to the house, she had to say she was at least glad they had contained the fire anything off the porch was wet likely to keep it from spreading if it wasn’t from Oliver putting it out. 

“Not a forgive and forget bunch we got here, is it?” She muses while watching wisps of smoke curl into the air and disappear. Looking back to the blonde, she had seen his misdeeds from peace and the death of Eve was never something anyone was going to get over, she was a sweet and gentle girl but infighting was only going to be the crescents downfall. “You’ll figure out a way to get back in their graces.”

No matter how hard Dex worked to reign in his supernatural temper, sometimes it still got the better of him. Tensions had been running high, particularly after finding out that his niece had been alive and living a life without her family, and he felt as though he had failed both Kenny and Lexi in ever letting this happen. 

He had to find out how and why, to know what the hell had gone so wrong in a system that he worked for and he had to find out who was responsible. Unfortunately, he was attempting to do that with brute force, something that would be a sure way to get him fired if word got out. 

With his fists gripping the material of a record clerks jacket, he forced them against the wall as he demanded a copy of Kenny’s files from them, ignorant of the hands that were trying to pull him away. 

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Rowan had plenty of experience with hot headed wolves who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves and usually it wasn’t talking them down that needed to be done but roughing them up. However being in the middle of a government building she wasn’t looking to get a pair of cuffs thrown on wrists. Grabbing the male she tugged him off the other and stood between the two, “Hey you wanna be an asshole we can go outside and you can try to be an asshole to me.” She warns him pointing a finger at him, he was crescent but that didn’t mean shit. He was a wolf wildin’ out and that needed to be put in check. “You wanna get throw in a cell cause you bust some file pushing yuppy’s nose? I wonder how the wait times to see a judge are, you got a month to spare?” A full moon in a jail seemed like a nightmare waiting to happen.

A brow rose at the brunette as a faint smirk formed against her lips, shrugging slightly as she moved towards the bar with the wolf. “Well I can’t complain about that,” Nina quipped. “You’re more my type than 99% of the men in this bar.”

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Rowan laughs, “Well I will take that as a compliment, even if just barely given the state of most of them in here.” She answers casting a look around the place ending up with the man on the ground. “Want to let the bouncer take care of the trash? I’ll get your next round.”

It was odd being outside of her uniform let alone dressed up and sat in a bar, having become a homebody since her divorce and exit from the military and yet there she had sat all dressed up and enjoying a couple of drinks with some of the other female officers. The others had left a few drinks ago, Nina opting to stay for a little longer as she downed another Jack and Coke before deciding to leave. The catcalls were easier to ignore than the moment that a man grabbed at her, her hand immediately rising to ball in a fist and lay the man out as another approached and she flashed a faint grin. “Would you believe I knocked him out with my charm,” Nina questioned. 

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Rowan looked down at the male on the ground and gives a carefree shrug of her shoulders, “Yeah sure, I could buy that.” She answers stepping over the asshole to get to the bar, “Charmed the shit out of me, come on I’ll get you a drink. While I wait for my husband to show up.”