#theisles.starter

To say Max was having a bad day was quite the understatement, the nightmares were getting more and more frequent, even as he tried to move on from his past, something kept bringing him back to that night. 

Taking up a job just seemed like the logical approach here. nothing made someone seemed more well blended into the community as them working beside the very people of said community. A bar just seemed like the best choice for a young looking man who had little experience in the working world. And given the type of world they were in, questions of his whereabouts, his past and such weren’t heavily invested in. “Chick down at the end sent this, I’m not one to tell someone not to shoot their shot but I do warn you, I caught a glimpse of a mouthful of sharp teeth. Do with that information what you will.”

Dimitri had been out in the gardens admiring the plant life, he was having some trouble adjusting to the life of a hybrid and his own untimely demise. But being out in nature helped, it made him feel almost normal again. 

haven was confused. she wasn’t sure where she was anymore. the last thing she remembered was heading towards her car in the very populated new orleans after a day of work. and now, everything seemed to be different. where in the world was she and how did she get there? ( @theislesreblogs )

“Ayy dios mio,” the male muttered to himself, his mind still reeling from the conversation with a certain redhead. Discovering that his little brother was alive and well was great news but knowing he was here and more than likely rightfully pissed with him seemed to have him in a tailspin as he seated himself in the bar stool and ordered a scotch, giving the bartender a nod. “Don’t think I can drink enough to prepare myself for that encounter. Thanks mano.” 

Hope’s wound had healed up but the blood that coated her jeans only made it more awkward to walk in, making the stiff and uncomfortable. The glowing whatever made it a little well lit and in the darker parts she simply shifted to her wolf eyes. The rank smell within the monster was nothing to scoff at she coughed and wanted to cover her face with her sleeves but they were covered in the very goo that made everything so much more gross. The worst part however was the crying, the cries of those in pain and near death and Hope wanted to help them all, she did. Stopping by the side of a young girl around her age, a faye by her clothes, blood was everywhere and Hope could barely tell where it was coming from. “Pl-please, help me.” 

Elijah had fought through muck and ugly creatures for what he assumed was a few days in the least, the swamps that surrounded him made it difficult to tell when it was day and when it was the dead of night. When he finally was able to say goodbye to the rancid smell of nature rotting in the swamp and came into a clear forest he let out a breath of relief. 

Hunter sat along the banking watching Storm as she ran around. He was happy to have the chance to spend time with her, and hoped that his time with her put his mind off adopting another animal - if the had animals for adoption in Avalon. It was nice for him to have his thoughts to himself and to have time to process everything that had happened. Pulling a cigarette out, he placed it between his lips and lit it before removing it in between his fingers and exhaling a puff of smoke.