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"Torin," "Tor," or "T," | Werewolf | Alpha | Male | 27 | Location: Just outside of town | Love interest: Open | Tagged: Open
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The dew on the morning air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and freshly fallen rain. Torin Lancaster prowled the streets of his new territory, his keen senses attuned to every sound and movement in the darkness. It was a peaceful run at dawn, the moon casting a silvery glow over the sleeping town still as the sun rose on the other side of the horizon, but Torin remained vigilant, ever watchful for any signs of trouble or unrest. As he made his rounds, his attention was drawn to a distant commotion echoing through the quiet streets, the sound of hurried footsteps and the sharp rattle of a spray paint can.
With a low growl rumbling in his chest, Torin swiftly closed the distance, his powerful strides carrying him effortlessly through the low-lit morning. As he rounded the corner, his eyes narrowed in disbelief at the sight that greeted him: a small figure hunched over a crumbling brick wall, spray-painting colorful swirls and shapes with reckless abandon. It was Elea, the orphaned pup he and his pack had taken under their wing, her young face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight as she turned around in shock. The can made a clatter as it slipped from her fingers.
"T-Tor- Alpha Torin, uh-" she stammered, her hands immediately going to the ends of her hair as she began to fidget with her split ends. With a deep sigh, the alpha shifted into his human form and approached her slowly, his gaze firm but not unkind.
"Elea," he called out, his voice a low rumble that cut through the night like thunder.
"What do you think you're doing?""Expres-pressing m-my artistic nature and abilities... Sir," she countered, a smirk coming to her pale pink lips as she forced out the last word.
"Uh-huh, yeah, you need to get home. Marlowe is probably worried sick and you have school in... a few hours," he instructed, grabbing the paint can from the ground.
"And don't let me catch you doing anything stupid like this again," he cautioned her. With a curt nod, she grabbed her backpack and slunk past him, unable to shift into her wolf form yet and move any faster. Torin let her pass and proceeded to clean up what he could, her art wasn't bad, nor disrespectful, other than basic destruction of property, but it was still wrong and they were new here. He had to keep everything running smoothly.
...See Elea...
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"Lo," | Werewolf | Healer | Female | 24 | Location: Pack house, kitchen | Love interest: Open | Tagged: Open
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Beneath the comforting aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed herbal tea, Marlowe's true essence shines through. Her hands move with a grace born of both human finesse and lupine agility, effortlessly juggling pots and pans as she attends to the culinary needs of her newfound family. Elea and Parker, the mischievous twins she recently welcomed into the pack and their home, were still not downstairs yet. With slight worry they were still sleeping, Marlowe walked around the corner of the kitchen and leaned into the stairway,
"Parker! Elea! Breakfast, kids, let's go!" she summoned the teenagers.
"COMING!" they shouted back in unison. Marlowe smiled and went back to preparing food, trusting the kids were actually on their way.
As the scent of hearty oatmeal and wild berries wafts through the air, Marlowe's ears tinged at the sound of approaching footsteps. With a knowing smile, she sets down a stack of plates and a silverware tray for anyone in the pack who was hungry, there was plenty of breakfast to go around.
As the breakfast dwindled, frustration grew- it was a good thing she thought ahead. Two made plates were already next to her for the twins, and just as she was about to open her mouth to call for them again, the two sauntered into the kitchen rather lackluster. Marlowe smirked, she didn't remember her time as a teenager too well- but she was amused by their exhaust despite lack of productivity. "
About time, are you two ready for school today," she asked them, leaning forward as they took their seats beside her.
"No," they sighed in unison. Marlowe couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh- come on, it's not that bad! Do you guys need money for food... school supplies?" she offered, grabbing her wallet out of her back pocket.
"No," they answered in unison again, this time looking at each other, slight panic coming over Elea's face as Parker smirked.
"Elea had a busy morning. She went to the donation center and grabbed us school supplies, it's our routine every year," he lied, unable to contain his playful smile. He enjoyed watching her writhe in uncertainty.
"Oh, sweetie, that's so kind of you- but you don't have to do that... we are a family now and I can help-" "Help keep her out of jail," A deep voice commented. Torin walked into the kitchen from the back side door, it was usually the route someone would take the garbage out to the side yard, but for him, he just didn't want to track mud into the house. Marlowe smiled at her old friend, getting up immediately as she watching him scape his boots on the door mat. Marlowe briskly walked over and grabbed him a mug for coffee. Adding the cream and coffee he liked first, before pouring the hot concoction and handing it to him.
"Than-""Wait- " she cut him off, holding onto the cup even though he had taken the handle.
"Keep them out of jail? Why do you say that? Oh no... what did they do?" Marlowe growled, just now realizing exactly what his comment was.
"I'm sure Elea can tell you about it after school, it won't be happening again though, so I wouldn't worry." he replied, removing Marlowe's hand from the coffee she just prepared him.
"Thank you, but Marlowe... you're not a maid here... you don't have to cook and prepare plates for the whole pack... this isn't like our old home," he whispered lowly, she had just hung her head, but Torin knew how hard old habits were to break. The pair had come from the same pack- his father's pack. They weren't exactly friends before but Marlowe had done her fair share of patching him up after training sessions with his father. Marlowe was left behind when his father ordered the attack on the human town over a decade ago- but none of the surviving pack had thought to go back for anyone still there unless they were directly related. The pack was quite divided then, no one knew anyone outside of their rank or duty and by the time the ones left behind realized what had happened it was too late. About two months later, Torin found Marlowe on a street corner, selling bushels of wildflowers, trying to scrounge up enough money for food, he recognized her right away and they hadn't been separated since. In a way... he felt responsible for her, after all, for all they knew, they were siblings.
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"El," | Werewolf | Pup | Female | 14 | Location: town, then her room |Love interest: Open | Tagged: Open
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After a brisk walk back to the pack house, Elea looked behind her every so many steps wondering if she was being followed by their alpha. She couldn't help but admire the gorgeous scenery as it slowly illuminated with not only the monm but the sun as well. She had never lived in a place as nice as this, in her whole life. Her steps were slow and measured as she braced herself for the inevitable consequences of her actions, that is if Marlowe even found out. As she reached the gates, Torin's stern expression haunted her memory, making her cower slightly in anticipation of her adoptive mother, or even her twin brother's opinions on her extracurricular activities.
Back in her room, Elea collapsed onto her bed, her thoughts swirling with guilt and uncertainty. She knew she had let Torin down, betraying his trust with her impulsive behavior. But even as she wrestled with her own demons, she couldn't shake the sense of freedom and defiance that had driven her to paint in the first place. As the undeniable light of dawn began to filter through the window, Elea knew that the challenges ahead would be daunting, but she also knew that she was strong enough to face them, with her twin brother, Parker, by her side. With a determined resolve, she rose from her bed and made her way to Parker's room, ready to face whatever the day may bring.
... see Parker ...
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"Parker," | Werewolf | pup | Male | 14 | Location: His room | Love interest: Open | Tagged: Open
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"Get out," Parker mumbled as he lay still in his bed the moment his twin's toes crossed the threshold of his door.
"Wha- Ugh! Parker!" she whined, her confidence shattering rather quickly as the rejection set in before she had even reached out.
"You're so lazy! I've already been up, been to town and ... got caught spray painting an old building... by the alpha..." she mumbled after her accusation, she flinched as he spun around in bed and sat up.
"I may be lazy... but you're an idiot! Great... now we're going to get kicked out and its all your- wait. Where did you even get spray paint?" he mused, running his fingers through his longer top half of hair.
"Jesus El... did you hit up a market too?" he rolled his eyes, but low and behold, she removed an old canvas bag from behind her back as she moved towards him. Parker leaned back against his headboard and sighed, covering his face with his hands as a headache began emerge.
"You don't enjoy peace, love or happiness do you?" he chided, his hands falling to his lap as he grabbed the bag from her.
"We needed school supplies..." she shrugged, guilt not really too heavy at this point.
"And Marlowe has money... she could have taken us shopping," he corrected her.
"Yeah-but- but Parker... we have always done things on our own.... we don't need her," she griped.
"YOU think that. But what I know... is that every day we were out 'on our own,' I had to be on high alert non-stop for protecting and providing for your dumb a-""Parker! Elea! Breakfast, kids, lets go!" The melodious voice of Marlowe Marie wrang up the stairs. The twins looked at each other, for the first time in awhile, with very different expressions.
"COMING!" they shouted in unison. Elea crossed her arms as she turned her attention back to Parker, she was dejected and felt like the one place she had ever really belonged was starting to slip away as her brother grew comfortable. Parker, on the other hand, was just ready for the conversation to be done. He grabbed half of the supplies she had gathered and handed back the canvas bag.
"Now get out of my room-" Parker demanded, but before he could finish the last word of his sentence, she had pivoted on her right heel and turned tail for the door.
...see Marlowe...
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"Will," or "Cade," | Human | Owner of diner | Male | 28 | Location: Cade's Country Brew | Love interest: Open | Tagged: Open
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In the heart of a quaint, bustling town, where the aroma of freshly ground coffee mingles with the gentle hum of morning chatter, stands Cade's Country Brews, a haven of warmth and community owned by the affable William Cade Summers, known simply as Cade to all who frequent his establishment. At 28, Cade possesses an easy charm and a keen eye for hospitality, traits that have endeared him to both locals and travelers alike. He is an active participant in town hall and a mentor to kids, he s reminded of this every time a teen walks through his doors looking to fill the summer jobs. As dawn breaks over the horizon, Cade unlocks the doors of his beloved coffee shop, ushering in the start of another day filled with the promise of camaraderie and caffeine.
With a smile that rivals the sunrise, Cade greets his loyal employees, a diverse ensemble of baristas and bakers who have become like family under his guidance. As they bustle about, preparing for the rush of customers soon to arrive, Cade takes a moment to gather them together, his words infused with genuine warmth and encouragement.
"Alright, team," he begins, his voice a blend of enthusiasm and quiet authority,
"Alright-alright-alright! Let's make today another one to remember. We've got a community to serve, and I know each and every one of you is up to the task. Let's brew some coffee!"His pep talk resonating in the air, Cade moves smoothly over the counter, sliding over the polished surface before his feet turn and land on the other side, no pauses before he gets to work as his hands begin to move expertly navigating the array of steaming espresso machines and gleaming pastry displays. Just as he begins to pour the first shot of the day, a familiar face appears at the entrance, a regular patron whose presence brightens the room like a burst of sunshine.
"Morning, Cade!" the customer chirps, a twinkle of anticipation in their eyes.
"The usual, please."With a grin as genuine as the day is long, Cade nods in acknowledgment, his focus unwavering as he prepares the perfect cup of coffee with practiced precision.
"Coming right up," he replies, his voice a symphony of warmth and hospitality. As he hands over the steaming mug, he adds,
"Hope this starts your day off right. Take care, now."As the customer departs with a grateful smile, Cade's gaze lingers on the bustling scene before him, a tableau of camaraderie and connection that he has worked tirelessly to cultivate. In Cade's world, every cup of coffee is more than just a beverageโit's a catalyst for community, a testament to the power of simple gestures and shared moments in a world that often feels too busy to notice. And as he watches his customers come and go, each one leaving with a piece of his heart tucked away in their smiles, Cade knows that he wouldn't trade this life for anything in the world.