#sorstarters

Food no longer tasted nearly as good as it used to when she was human, that was among one of the things she missed about having a pulse. But it didn’t stop her from carelessly plucking a couple flowers from a nearby hanging basket that hung from the sidewalk light.

Dominique was enjoying another day by the shore, she wore her bright red bikini attempting to get a tan, it never lasted because she was too impatient and always ended up in the water but she was determined to tan for at least an hour before giving up and relaxing in the water, it didn’t work she tried to tan for about ten minutes and stood up walking towards the water, once her feet touched the water she felt incredible and dived into the water enjoy the few seconds of complete silence, when she came up she thought recognized someone in the water, swimming over to them "Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in...” Dominique realized she didn’t actually know them when they turned around, she quickly recovered with a smile. “Oops, I thought you were somebody else!”

The taxi back from the mainland had been long, but the release from the kills she’d made in Boston had taken some of the weight off her shoulders. Helena’s reminders that not all supernatural beings were like the witches who had raised her rang in her ears, but the voice got quieter with each kill. She had seen vampires feed from innocent humans in side streets, those had been easy to kill, reminders of the evil that made up that world hidden to most humans. She wished, in a way, that she could go back to being that naive. There was no point in wishing for the impossible though, she had known that for a long time. 

The pressure was too much, and Cassidy found themselves spending more time in the spell room, reading, mediating, chanting for protection over their family that encompassed not only their siblings, but the coven, and all the innocents on Moon Island. They hadn’t left Helena’s side since she was discharged from the hospital, and had instructed the younger witch to stay indoors. Cassidy's over-protectiveness might have been the only tell-tale sign of their distress, though the high priest did well keeping that to themself. It was only after the storm had violently swept its way through the town, and the aftermath of fallen trees and electricity cables were handled did Cassidy leave the house, releasing their sister from her temporary house arrest.

Pania sat at one of the bar stools of Craters Bar, hands folded upon the surface of the bar. She hadn’t been twenty one long, and had yet to properly sample something alcoholic, but something about the bar had particularly drawn her in today. Not that she’d come prepared. ‘What will it be?’ - the bartender was watching her expectantly, but all Pania could do was lick her lips a little nervously. She hadn’t really thought about actually selecting a drink. “Uh... I- I’m not sure...” Her mind wanders, as she looks at the great expanse of bottles behind the server, desperately trying to select one. As annoyance is clear on the bartender’s face with the time she is taking, Pania steals a desperate glance to the nearest patron of the bar. Though she’d never ask of help from the stranger, her eyes show a silent plea for assistance.

When Paolo got on his car, he wasn't sure where he was going but his instinct had guided him to this town, it was like a stronger force was calling him, pulling him like gravity did with his body. He had been to so many places but none of them had made him feel the way this little town made him feel. With the first foot he placed on the ground he knew he had found the place he didn't know he was looking for, if he wanted to find a others like him this had to be the place, the smell, the tingling in his hand, yes, this was exactly where he had to be.

Moon Island had a sense of home, whether it was due to Iniko's connection to Misha - the witch now in control of Iniko's body - and her erstwhile memories of a time when Misha was the one fighting side by side to the Adrasteia leader and allies, or because Iniko herself had been raised to know everything about the island through her aunt’s knowledge and experiences. It didn't matter the reasons why she adored Moon Island, despite the issues Iniko had fallen into once she accepted Misha inside of herself, Iniko and Misha could only hope for the moment Moon Island would be their town instead of Eirene's. They couldn't wait for the moment Adrasteia would reign.

There were still so many things for Petra to understand about this new setting she lived in; the purpose behind everyone’s actions, the history about covens, war, species she hadn’t been around before. And yet, despite the fact there was always something bad happening in that town, some would make the choice of going out there, enjoying their night out at some random club with drinks to help them get drunk and lose inhibitions, they’d still find time to ignore everything and just have fun. She didn’t understand the reasoning behind it, because she had been taught to always be focused and prepared. However, she was trying to experience a new perspective, to learn how to think as someone else in order to get stronger, to get wiser.