#leitwulf

it is almost immediate, as soon as she breathes in the smell she recognizes it as threat --yet unseen but there. whole body tenses as fight or flight kicks in, were her heart not still in her chest it would sound loudly as a drum but without it she looks calm, still as a lake on a beautiful day. darkened eyes glance about her, smoothly, casually, as if admiring the world around her. 

    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐓?  Poor little souls that thought closing their eyes and surrendering to slumber would bring peace and rest. And dreams, like flowers blooming in their minds, their petals slipping off into the air, gliding right into Dreamland... They went to bed certain there would be another morning to wake up to, a COMMON  belief, one would say. But life is far from fair and settled, less when there were entities around up to no good.

         THE BODY LAID LIFELESS, the golden dust of the man’s dream had turned ebony, it crawled and wrapped around her hand until it dissappeared into the black tattooed circle on her wrist.  ❛ Es ist geschehen  ❜ Mara muttered, looking down at the man’s face, ( her third victim that week, sixth if she were to count Alp’s.  )  He was handsome... Sad that he was alone when his fate arrived before his time. The mare stood and hurried out of the house, not knowing that the town that she and her brother had irrupted was in fact PROTECTED and less that she would run into a local.

leitwulf

A call from Lucas down at the local bar came, ASKING if Will could cover a shift a two. Usually the call came to be the man at the door, not behind the bar itself to make some drinks. Not that he was hard, he’d done it before. So, the wolf AGREED and found himself pouring beers and several basic mixed drinks for the locals he all knew well or at least in passing. Every face was familiar and all were friendly as was the nature of their little town. Not the busiest time for the place, making it easy for him to keep UP with patrons while talking here and there as a bartender did in places like this. A smile would flash every now and then as people talked about their good things in life or asking him HOW he was even doing with his little clan up in the mountains.

No one ever questioned it. They just knew they’d been there for a long time. It wasn’t like the situation they had in Wolfach where the people knew they were werewolves. No, this was more of a RESPECT for the families that had been here since the town was founded. Most associated them with that while choosing to stay in their own little neighborhood of houses in the WOODS. They just assumed they liked the seclusion better, which wasn’t wrong. Some of his pack did opt for the neighborhood homes but would come up to the meeting hall when needed. However, what he and several others didn’t expect was a NEW face to waltz on in. It wasn’t even tourist season yet, that was when unknown strangers walked in without so much as a second look. But Will did his best not to stare too LONG even as he caught the scent of blood and gunpowder. It caused his nose to scrunch for a moment before shaking it off and pouring another patron a beer.

His look may not have BEEN friendly as green eyes looked down the bar and at the girl who took a seat. Tossing a quick glance at the man he poured the beer to, he flipped the bar towel over his shoulder and walked over to her. “What’ll it be, STRANGER?”

Harley took a moment to glance around the bar she had found herself in and noted the stares she had been getting were more than just the usual curiosity. It gave her a certain uneasiness, though she made sure to conceal that. She wasn’t exactly sure why she wasn’t welcome or even if that was the case, but something was off here and she had walked right into it. So much for a relaxing drink, she would have to keep herself on guard. She winced a bit from the pain of the bruise that was now forming on her side but straightened her self on the stool as the bartender walked over. “Whiskey, neat. Make it a double.” She had rattled off her usual go-to, no matter where she was, whiskey never let her down. However, she realized she was in a new town and this was not her normal haunt and she may have sounded harsh, so she remembered her manners. “Please.”