#althread

It was a wonderful show that Ben put on, all of the circus prisoners had to agree. The magic was insanely impressive, even a bit nerve wracking. That kind os power was frightening to some, like Rory’s little brother Dexter, the bear whose handler had just dropped dead leaving his leash unmanned. He was free just like the rest of the ‘freak shows’.

Rusted cages were broken open, the werewolves all seemed to clump together, helping each other take off the collars that prevented the shift, but they all looked confused as they found they were in a new place. They didn’t stop much, they just shifted back to human, itching as they hadn’t changed in a while. Violet, Alejandro and Mason were the three wolves, all from the same pack and all believing they were the last survivors, though they didn’t know they were wrong there was one other out there.

Rory wasn’t paying attention to the fretting werewolves, the pissy red head oracle names Juniper, or even his own brother who had been approaching him. The bobcat walked directly toward the witch who had transported them, worry obvious on the cats features, even after the man tried to reassure him. Something was different, there was definitely something there, drawing them closer together. 

The familiar was getting even closer when there was suddenly a ruckus. “Murderers!’ Was the accusing cry as a hunter revealed himself. The surprising thing wasn’t all the growls and threats from the rest of the prisoners, it was the way Rory reacted, putting himself right between the Hunter and Ben, right in the line of fire as he let loose a low and terrifying growl, the cat was obviously not going to just let Ben be killed it seemed.

Alejandro looked at it in his phone in surprise. The response was so proper, who talked like that anymore? He was still impressed though. Very impressed. The boy had actually never seen something so.. impressive.

[text]: Oh you certainly made my day. [text]; You can make my day whenever you’d like [text]: I’m still sorry I wasn’t the person you were looking for [text]: I’m Alejandro though, if you were wondering

Al had needed a drink, especially after the day he had had. He hadn’t been able to concentrate in classes, or do his homework. All h wanted to do was hide in his room, but his roommate was too busy getting i on with some girl that wasn’t his soulmate. Which Alejandro found disgusting. He was saving himself for the man that he was meant for.

“Hey, woah, don’t move too much okay? You might pull those stitches.” Al warned the other, his soft voice full of concern as he leaned forward in the seat next to Zachs bed. From the look of it he had slept in the hospital over night. His hair stood on end and he had kind of made a little mess around him. The coat that had been his blanket fell from his shoulders as he moved closer.