#lone-wolfben

This was a mistake.. Qhuinn knew that much the moment she inched her way into the library. Memories of punishments past flooded the empath’s mind but she soldiered forward, narrow shoulders squared in an attempt to feel somewhat capable. It wasn’t in her to stay away, not if there was a chance she could help someone. And it was the library! Things were bound to be slightly more quiet and calm in there. Right? Right... The only thing that Qhuinn knew in full certainty was that she was, as always, an idiot. For the scene that met her gaze was far from serene. She wasn’t about to turn back though, especially when the scent of another wolf caught her attention. Following her nose, she came to a stop in front of a dark-haired man dressed as Poseidon. Gray eyes averted respectfully, she gave him a light smile. “Ah..hi.. Are you doing alright, is there anything that you need?” Qhuinn asked lowly.

@lone-wolfben​

This could not possibly be right.  He’s heard mention of The Institute from the Jewells before but this… maybe wasn’t so far off.  Their personalities would have made a lot more sense if they indulged in what these rules were talking about.  All they talked about was the good times they’d had here, specifically how it was a sanctuary for supernaturals.  That bit still felt a little new to him, only being around himself and witches for however many years, but he fit the bill.  Broke and super, in need.  Seeing a passerby that looked at the least, a little approachable, he did so, tugging at his new leather jewelry.

“Excuse me, I need to find the headmaster immediately,” he growled, continuing to yank on the collar wrapped around his throat - it’s like it was getting tighter by the minute.  “Clearly there’s been some sort of mistake, here.  This can’t possibly be…”  He trailed off as he saw other passerbys, some with collars, realizing that a good half of the people were in skimpy bathing suits.  “What in god’s name is this place…”

Cherry stopped as the young man came up to her, wide eyed at being approached suddenly before she relaxed more, seeing the collar around his neck. However her look turned sympathetic, the more he spoke, the obvious contrary approach. Not unlike her own. With much less tears when she first arrived, though. Now she knew what everyone who tried to comfort her was fighting again, the obvious obligation and helplessness. And she was not good at comforting others, though not for lack of trying.

“I’m sorry, hun...” Cherry gave a small shrug, adjusting her grip on her shoulder back awkwardly. She wore a bright yellow bikini with white stars, her long blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun scattered by the beach breeze.

For anyone who knew Qhuinn, the music blasting from the kitchen of Southern Moon was a clue to her nervous mood. Beatles music calmed her, so when I am the Walrus was blared at top volume, it typically meant that all was not well in the mind of the she-wolf. She had been confident in this rental at first. Ben was a sweetheart and she could very much relate to how lost he may have been feeling as a new wolf still unsure about what was fully happening. But now she couldn’t help but feel that the headmaster was right: what could she, someone who had let her emotions get the better of her in the worst way possible, teach another? What she did know was that she was going to try her best..and call in reinforcements if things went tits up.

The scent of another wolf wafted in through the open front too, Qhuinn now turning off the music and hurrying into the main room of the bakery to greet her guest for the week. “Hey! How are you? Having a good week?” She asked as Ben wandered in, moving forward to greet him with a hug.