#shadowstarters

Nate wasn't in a good place right now, but no one could blame him, because he was being followed by a weirdo. At first he had assumed that this was just another case of the ol' enthrall, no big deal. Just some dude who had fallen under his unholy Incubus spell and didn't know how to express the feeling of enamorment. Oh, if only. As soon as he had tried to confront him, the man had shrieked about being threatened by a supernatural. So not an enthralled person then, Nate had thought as he had legged it out of sheer fight-or-flight, just some bigot.

Dark eyes flitted about wildly, unable to understand what they saw in their owner's current state. Where was he? It didn't matter, it was unsafe. There were too many people and he didn't recognize any of them, stumbling past them with his usual grace missing. A detached part of him realized he was having a panic attack, but he couldn't for the life of him remember how to make it stop. This wasn't like him, Zeke would never show vulnerability like this – but then, he wasn't Zeke, was he? He was just Eli and the real Zeke was long gone. Why did he have to steal his name? Look where it got him.

“Well...At least ice cream still tastes the same,” James mused quietly, taking a bite of his Neapolitan flavored dessert. At least now, he didn’t have to eat around the chocolate part. Maybe he was trying to find something positive amidst all the hell he had experienced the past four months. That hell wasn’t over, but at least it was more bearable. He could live like someone with rights again, see his friends, see his family. Eat ice cream. “I can’t remember the last time I had chocolate,” he said, tilting his head.

It had been far too long since Dewey had forgotten his exercise regimen. Though there was little consequence when you didn't gain or lose weight, the activity managed to offer him an escape of sorts. With nothing else to focus on but a main goal, his mind didn't have much time to wander, and the physical activity let loose a steady stream of dopamine. One of the few times he found himself truly at peace was engaging in a jog or run, and today afforded the perfect weather for either one. He wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Not with the multitude of heavy thoughts swirling inside of his head. He had broken into a sprint, stemmed back slightly to a human's typical pace of course, but the effects were the same. Relishing in the wind flowing past him, crisp air brushing against his equally cool skin. For a good half hour, there had been nothing but himself and a few passers by along the circular paths surrounding Wonderland park. At the forty-five minute mark, he finally slowed to a light jog, beginning to truly take in the varying sights around him, when he became acutely aware of a padding not too far behind his own steps. Glancing backwards revealed, not a human or any other supernatural, but a rather large German shepherd. He was keeping up a decent pace with Dewey's own steps, and when he finally slowed to a halt, the canine followed suit. At least for a moment; soon enough he grew bored of the break in movement, and surged upon Dewey's legs, barking animatedly. "Whoa, there, hold on, boy... goodness, you're quite friendly, aren't you?" He chuckled softly, kneeling down to properly scratch underneath the scruffy chin. The search for any identifying tags came up empty, and he glanced around for a moment before spying someone approaching. "Excuse me? You, uh, wouldn't happen to have lost a dog, would you?"

Syn was starting to find this town to be boring, she missed being in her club but it was getting renovated right now. Plus with the whole news of the cure coming out, she actually had a regular come up to her and suggest she get it like she actually wanted to be a human. She never in the last hundred years had regretted being a Succubus and she wouldn’t in the next hundred more. She just didn’t get why humans thought that they would want to be one of them? 

Friday nights at Saints and Sinners were always busy, at least that’s what Murphy had assumed from her recent trips to the club since her arrival. It was full to the brim with workers, men and women showing up to destress from a hectic work week. Murphy was among them, but certainly didn’t count herself one of them. She only picked up a couple shifts at Grave Desires that week, and she sure as shit wasn’t here to let off steam. 

It was his first day on the job and as much as he loved being a cop, he hated today. He still didn’t really know where anything was and he knew maybe like the names of 3 people. It was mostly his fault, he could have tried harder but it was too late now. He had been assigned a beat and he had to do his job. There was no way he was going to let anything happen that he could prevent. 

“Alright, I’m taking a poll,” Nick started, showing his phone to the person he was speaking to. “Should I get this tattoo next or this one?”