Fantasy Crystal Cove || A Werewolf Role Play

[Amityvillager]

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[Amityvillager]

Location: Wolf Den, The Pub

Time: Supper Time, Friday

Mood: Carefree

With: Patrons

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Luna took a deep breath. She loved the smell of the pub on the weekends. Spilled alcohol, hot food, and the exposed cedar beams. It was about halfway through the supper crowd so the time for late night drinkers was beginning. It was springtime, so there were plenty of tourists and the occasional roaming werewolf dropping in for a visit and the best drinks sweetened with wolfsbane in the entire western hemisphere. Luckily she was an adept bartender and there were two others working with her that night, aside from the servers who weren't as busy on the family side of the pub. "I love this place when the tourists roll in. So much life," Luna said to an older man who had been a regular there since he settled in the Cove after leaving the army. He raised his drink to her before saying his goodbyes and shambling out on prosthetic legs.


"Good ol' Seamus," Luna said to no one in particular. He was one of the rare humans who knew about the existence of werewolves. He happened to have served in the army when Luna's grandfather did out of wanderlust. That was when he discovered the family secret. And also why her grandpa still looked so young and vibrant. Luna worked with energy matched by no human, sharing jokes a smiles with regulars and tourists, and playfully warning them about the wild wolves that roamed about with a twinkle in her eye. What would the town be without its werewolf legends? Just a pretty port was all. It still would draw a large crowd every year, but the legends made things fun. Overall, the night was wonderful for the first one of tourist season. There had been no werewolves show up so far, maybe because it was only three days away from the full moon. So when a familiar smelling someone sat down at the bar, Luna's interest was piqued. She tapped a Silvershine, putting a few drops of the wolfsbane nectar she kept in her pocket for such occasions. "Here, this one is on the house, kin," she told them with a smile, using a term other werewolves used to address one another when they were strangers.
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OOC: Perfect entry for whoever is ready to post first! I'll be leaving tomorrow evening to spend the weekend with my pet human, so I'll be around sometime Tuesday. @Coal @Crono @StoneWolf18 @Jesika

 

[typhoon]

Damien shrugged off his jacket upon entering the bar and laid it on the back of the chair before sitting down. The place was packed as usual, and the familiar smell of sunscreen hit his nose, amplified his headache. Tourists were like pests; holding cameras with flashes that blinded (pun not intended), giant hats that did little to save them from the daytime sun, and those god-awful shirts that looked like they belonged in Hawaii. The sad part was it wasn't even the typical stereotyping you associated with tourists; it was real and horrendous. Damien went up to the bar shortly after ordering three burgers and recognised Luna. The two were barely on speaking terms since Damien avoided his kind, but she still was friendly and open, which made him calm around her for the most part.


She smiled at him and soon plopped a drink before him and emptied the contents of a familiar smelling substance into the drink. His eyebrows furrowed when she called him kin, but he took the drink nonetheless and downed it. It warmed him up, and his headache soon calmed down a notch. He smiled his thanks and reclined in the seat, closing his eyes a bit. Relaxation wasn't exactly the norm for him, and it was even more rare to have it so close to the full moon. He hated when it got to that time since he was forced to shift. Being back in that form brought up memories he had been trying to forget, move on from, work out. He had a level of peace but his past would never be forgotten with physical reminders carved into his skin and memories tangled in his mind. When he first came to this town he was plagued with his demons. He had held a gun to his head with iron bullets when he was 18. But here Damien was 27 years old, was it? Yes. Damien had fought and won. He smelled a few other werewolves and sighed audibly. The aching in his body returned, and he tried massaging his right leg. The scar ran from his thigh to his calf, and the days before the full moon always caused them to torment him. The ones on his back were worse, but trying to rub his back awkwardly would just bring unwanted attention.


Damien ordered more drinks, each one sending the pain in his body a little further away. Soon his body was buzzing, and he relinquished the feeling. It didn't last for long since he rarely could get drunk and if so not for a long time. He sensed people sitting next to him, but he couldn't see them. His right eye was blind, and Damien didn't even care to turn his head. Not when he was feeling this calm and mellow.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Raphael laid on the bed in the inn still trying to get her shit together. It had been...what? A day or a few hours since whatever the fuck just happened had ended? After waking up God knows where with little to no memory of the last month the young woman was sure she had been drugged that night. Though...after considering it a bit more...who would've done what with her in a fucking month? Sitting up, she groaned. Raph was impossibly sore all over her body, and it felt as if she was on some sort of high with the way her senses were clogged with scents and noises she knew she shouldn't be able to detect.


Standing slowly, Raph winced as the slightest movement agitated her muscles. Making her way out of the room and exiting the building, she decided that sitting there for any longer wasn't going to help the situation and or drive her insane. Walking for a bit, she came across the local bar. Seeing as it wouldn't hurt to get something to eat and a drink despite how bad of an idea that sounded at this point. Entering the tavern, Raphael was swamped with overwhelming scents of piss and stale ale. Gritting her teeth, she took a seat at the bar, not really caring to notice others around her.

 

[Crono]

Mason ambled along the sidewalk with no particular destination in mind, if anything he was simply getting a feel for the town. The place was nice, though he'd been to many nice places in the past. It wasn't until the strong smells hit the man that he realized he'd wandered into a bar, and there were others of his kind inside as well. The temptation to turn straight around and leave was there, but he decided he was already in so why not?


Mason wasn't much of a drinker to begin with, not to mention as a Werewolf you couldn't really enjoy the feeling much before it faded anyways. Mason's father had tried many times, remembering a few occasions when he'd sit outside of a pub at night waiting for Rowan to grow bored and leave. Rowan suddenly plaguing his thoughts made Mason grind his teeth for a second before he started moving towards a seat at the bar, uncomfortable at the thought of other wolves possibly watching him.


Luckily he didn't really have to worry about the thought of people eyeing him too much, as there was a young woman who was taking up most of the attention. And once he'd taken his seat he turned his head a little to look down the bar at the other patrons. "Shouldn't stay long, with my luck I'll end up getting lost if I leave after dark."

 

[Jesika]

10 days and 9 nights. Long drive for someone to pick up and move everything without knowing a thing about the destination ahead.


"I can see it in your eyes dear, you do not want me to go. You feel normal at this moment don't you? It is okay. But you know I can't stay. You have learned all you need to know, my job is finished. Go to Crystal Cove, you will feel equal there too." And with that she saved up all she needed and left. Astrid trusted the old man greatly, he taught her not to hate what she is but to embrace it. He taught her many things in his stay, the man saved her.


It took 10 days and 9 nights driving, coming to the 10th night once she finally arrives to the town. The sun settling down, only three days left until the next full moon arrives. Luckily for her that gives Astrid just enough time to settle in and find a place to rest her head, even if it is only temporary. Driving down the road, calm for this time of day, she keeps her eyes open and pealed on the buildings. Scanning the surroundings and reading the unfamiliar signs, Astrid drives her Impala year 1993 steadily through down. Not long later a sign catches her eye that makes the corner of her lips curl up into a small smirk. Wolf Den; a cute looking pub in the midth of town. It is about supper time and there are bound to be some of the towns folk inside. Pulling up, Astrid parks her car and makes her way inside the Wolfs Den Pub.


Moving inside, her eyes wide with excitement, she takes in the scenery.


The place is pretty packed, not that surprising for it being dinner time. Good thing for her is that most people are seated at the tables leaving part of the bar free for Astrid to easily take a seat without needing to see if any of the spots were free. Astrid makes her way to the bar where a young looking lady is serving drinks. Astrid takes a seat more towards the end of the bar, pulling herself up onto one of the round stools. She leaves enough space for other people to sit down without having to sit next to her. With a kind smile spread on her soft pink lips, she lifts her hand up a little to allow the server to see she is ready. Astrid could really go for a nice cold beverage at this moment.

 

[Amityvillager]

Location: Wolf Den, The Pub

Time: Late Night, Friday

Mood: Carefree

With: Damien, Strangers

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If she had to pick her favorite time at the pub, it was the late nights. Especially during the tourist season. Things got wild and interesting, and Luna loved to break up bar fights. She herself was never one to pass up a good fist fight--it made it easy because she had the upper hand. Mostly because she was a werewolf and because she had part-ownership of the bar. But this night was pretty tame. Well, you discount the drunken singing and overall grand, loud time at the most popular place in town to get a beer or four. She knew a few men were impressed by a fellow patron's drinking--they had never seen a man put away so much alcohol, and still be completely sober! But Luna knew otherwise. It was none other than the local Damien who had never really talked to her or her grandparents. He seemed to avoid all werewolf contact. This had always disappointed her, especially when she was fourteen and had a massive crush on the man. But now it was more so because he didn't trust others like him. The Cove was a very safe place for their kind, but he remained guarded. Luna respected this, and tapped as many beers as the lonely soul wanted.


It seemed as though two more werewolves wandered into the bar. She wondered if this was by accident, or if they had intentions of visiting the Cove, or even staying. Luna really wished there was a bit more of a werewolf population around. She was tired of discussing things with her Mam and Pap, who raised her and whom she loves dearly, but they're old. Sure, they're immortal now, and still sprightly, but there was just certain things you couldn't do or say around your grandparents. It seemed as though in the last few years they had been getting visiting werewolves, but that was it. The last one who had settled in the Cove was Damien, and he and Luna weren't really on a talking basis. Luna moved over to the tap and prepared the best for her kind, like she always did. Lucky for her, the pair of werewolves had a single seat between them so Luna moved in the center and set the cool beers in front of them. "On the house, kin. My specialty," she said with a wink. She'd be back to chat later. It was much too busy now.


The young werewolf then turned her attention elsewhere. It was someone who seemed to be a tourist, but more grounded. Maybe he had just moved to the Cove? Luna was puzzled by the person's scent, though. It was that of a werewolf, but it lacked the sweet undertones that their fae heritage gave them. It never crossed her mind that this was indeed a werewolf, just the kind that aren't supposed to exist. Neither of her bartenders had served the mysterious-smelling person, so Luna stepped over and flashed her tip-winning smile. "Welcome to the Wolf Den, best hideout after a long hunt," she said with a wink. "What'll it be, stranger?" (@StoneWolf18)


OOC: Targeting only one other player at the moment, seeing as though it's our odd duck out. Bar settings are better openers than I expected :3
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[StoneWolf18]

Tags - @Amityvillager @All


Raphael looked up as a bartender approached her, introducing the establishment and asking what she would want to have. Opening her mouth to respond, the young woman unintentionally paused. Something about the woman in front of her seemed familiar though it wasn’t in a ‘I’ve-seen-you-around-town’ kinda familiar. Something else that Raph couldn’t attempt to describe even if she wanted. Yet finding her voice once more, she quickly responded. "Oh, uh sorry...the strongest thing on hand please.” Even if one wasn't paying extremely close attention to her, it was quite easy to tell that she was out of sorts in an almost disorientated way.

The pub had now filled a bit, seeing other sitting at the counter though a few seats away. Not feeling up to speaking with anyone at the moment, Raph closed her eyes and lightly shook her head. Desperately wanting to clear her head of all that was being thrown at it currently. That and the fact that she had been gone for a month. Looking to the bartender once more, she knew that they were most likely used to dealing with drunken men pouring out their marriage problems so this shouldn't be that much different. "Hey...I was wondering if you...I don't know...could possible justify loosing a month's worth of memory?" Saying it out loud made her believe that she was going insane, though Raphael honestly didn't care.​

 

[typhoon]

Damien was out of it, enjoying the warm tingling sensation known as alcohol. He wished he could achieve this all the time without buying 15 shots. He always wondered if there was a way to get rid of this curse and be able to be a normal human who wasn't forced to run in the woods as some creature from nightmares every full moon. A headache came suddenly, pressing on his head like a nail being wedged into his brain. He let out a hiss and dug his head into his hands, panting for a while until it softened. It should be normal by now, but that didn't mean it wasn't any less painful.


Damien stumbled to where Luna was, rubbing his temples. Tylenol and whatever other medicines he tried taking would have no effect, this he knew. He eyed the woman she was talking to, but turned to focused on Luna. "I need the strongest stuff you have, and not just a few drops of it," he whispered, hoping she'd understand. Damien noticed something weird about the woman next to her, and couldn't help but sniffing her. She was obviously another werewolf, but there was something missing. His eyebrows were furrowed until he realized it. "You're one of the 'abominations' the natural werewolf community talks about." Damien said out loud before clamping his lips shut. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean.." He trailed off, lowering his eyes. He was officially an idiot. More pain filtered through his head and he pressed his temples again before looking at Luna in earnest, begging her with his eyes to get the wolfsbane nectar so he could return to the safety of his apartment, away from everyone.

@StoneWolf18 @Amityvillager

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[narsiserious]

Meara's nose twitched in irritation. Her eyes stung and watered from the anesthetic scent that was so thick in the air of the clinic that she was becoming convinced it would even knock her out. A patient had come running into the clinic that afternoon, clutching their bleeding arm whilst hollering about a dog bite. She'd snorted far too loudly at the irony and almost got scolded for it, however, she could see the mirth in her mentor's eyes when she had turned to silence her. It was the sort of inside joke between her and her employer that most of the staff gave them confused looks for. The kind of joke that would have gotten her fired in any other clinic that Dr. Rosenvelt wasn't working at. She could tell her mentor had become more relaxed with her 'nature' the more years Meara spent under her guidance. She suspected it was probably due to the fact that Meara could barely steel herself to kill a fly, let alone harm anyone with her 'magical werewolf strength' as Rosenvelt had so eloquently called it. Of course the older woman had been freaked out the first time she'd stopped by her apprentice's apartment on the Full Moon and found a large black wolf there instead. But after some careful explaining (and lots of vodka), Rosenvelt had accepted it. The younger woman was just grateful that she hadn't sent an angry mob after her yet.


"You can go if you want, Meara. I'll finish up here." She heard the doctor call from the adjacent room.


"Are you sure? I thought you wanted to go have a couple of beers after?" Meara tore her gaze from the computer in her office to peek inside the treatment room. The young man that came in with a dog bite was more coherent now, smiling at her with a small amount of embarrassment. She returned it with a smirk of her own.


"Yeah. You go ahead. I have some paper work to get done anyway. There's honestly no point in making plans these days." Dr. Rosenvelt sighed dramatically as she waved her apprentice off.


Taking her melodramatics as a sign that Meara should get out whilst she could, she hung up her coat and reached for her jacket. "I'll see you tomorrow then." She flashed her a toothy grin before heading out the door of the clinic.


The Wolf Den had never been a frequent hang out for her. And not just because the name of the place made her snort every time either. More often than not, she would return to her apartment once work was done and watch some cheesy television shows. As odd as that may seem for a young woman of her age, Meara couldn't live without her daily dose of corny romance shows. However, tonight she'd been looking forward to a couple of drinks at the bar with her colleague, so with or without Rosenvelt, she was gonna get her beer. Not that it would do much for her anyway. Sometimes she wished she could get drunk on a few drinks, but at least she didn't have to worry about getting caught drinking and driving.


Since Crystal Cove was not a very large town, Meara got to the Wolf Den in no less than five minutes. Even merely standing outside the door, she could hear the liveliness within the place and it immediately brought a smile to her face. She ignored the amount of kin within the room and pushed her way through to the bar. She was well aware of the small amount of werewolves living in Crystal Cove, but she'd never seen so many of her own kind in the same place at the same time before. Must be a busy night for all of them.


There weren't too many available seats she could see, so she took the one at the end of the bar. "Wow. This place is just... packed full of inside jokes," she grinned proudly at her own pun.

 

[Jesika]

The sun disappears allowing the bright grey moon to lift up and fill the night sky. A clear one this evening with only a few clouds here and there moving slow across the dark sky. It had always been a neat sight to see. These nights, when the clouds are looking like still light smoke with the moon reflecting off them causing thin streaks of light breaking through. Night time, favourite time of the day where most of the regular people go to rest their heads and the wild ones come out to play. It can be soothing and relaxing at night, until you walk into a bar where things get a little more crazy and energetic.


This isn't exactly the young girls scene, being that party girl drinking and carrying on. Even though you wouldn't catch Astrid completely drunk with no control, she still did enjoy watching the fools. They all, well most of the time, look so happy and carefree like there they had no worry in the world at this moment. It was nice to hear and funny to watch too. Astrid didn't mind the obnoxious men and woman getting drunk off their tail at all, actually she kind of enjoyed it. It isn't clear weather she was jealous of the them or that she just enjoyed seeing people so happy and enjoying their time.


Astrid takes a long glance around the bar, taking in the scenery. It's looking like a busy night here and makes the girl wonder if this place always gets a lot of attention or that it's just this busy for it being a Friday night. Shrugging it off she turns her head in time for the bartender to place down a beer in front of her. 'On the house? huh'. Seeing as the woman is fairly busy she doesn't bother to strike up a conversation yet or ask where she can stay for the time being; she will ask later on. In the mean time she will enjoy her drink and take in the new place. Thinking back, Astrid was sure she heard the lady say 'kin'. Why is that word so familiar? Not long into thought it clicks in causing Astrid to smile to herself. One of the many things her dear friend told her about. 'Kin', a small word one says to another for werewolves address each other if they haven't met before. Her first contact with another werewolf, other than the old man back home causes Astrid to get excited, Looking back to the bartender she, in a way, checks the woman out. Another werewolf yet she looks so normal just like herself. Thankfully there are different ways of knowing if another person is one of the same. The smell, also another familiar thing as Astrid takes in a deep breath. Loads of smells fill her nostrils; sweat, liquor, perfume, but there is one extinct smell that she is waiting for. Werewolves, Astrid made sure to remember and keep note of the smell of werewolf for the future and it was strong here.


This place, Crystal Cove, truly is an unusual place. With a smile spreading across her face she lifts her beer and takes a sip. 'I think I might like it here'

 

[StoneWolf18]

Tags - @Amityvillager @Coal


As the man spoke, Raphael turned to face him. An extremely annoyed as well as confused look upon her face, she replied in a manner that matched her expression. “Excuse me? What the hell did you just say?” She had heard his apology, yet partially ignored it. He was most likely drunk off his arse due to the potent stench of alcohol wafting from his mouth.

Yet the rest of what he had said made little to no sense. ’You're one of the 'abominations' the natural werewolf community talks about.’ What? At first, she assumed it was her appearance. Despite it being the 21st century, a few people here and there found it odd for a woman to be so masculine. But, she then got to the end of his sentence. After many trips into the dark part of google...and some cities with those friends, it was safe to say that there were people that were a bit more “out there” than others. Meaning they believed all those shit romance stories were real life accounts of someone’s life and not what they were.

Fiction

All that nonsense of people who could turn into wolves and immortals who fed off of the blood of their lover whilst in bed was just another story to her. I mean, look at her. Raphael doesn’t judge. As long as it didn’t affect her, she was content.

(Ah, it was a joy to write this post. Seeing as it's foreshadowing what’s gonna happen shortly ;3)
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[Amityvillager]

Location: Wolf Den, The Pub

Time: Late Night, Friday

Mood: Carefree, Confused

With: Damien, Strangers

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Luna could tell Damien was in pain. But his comment to the woman at the bar shocked her. One of those illegal things was in her bar? Before Luna could make a real fuss about it, Damien apologized and gave her a pleading look. She pressed the small vial in his palm. "You know where I live if you need more. Don't hesitate to ask," she said in his ear, seeing as though it was loud in the bar and she didn't want others to think it was some sort of a drug deal. Well, more of a drug deal than it already may have looked. She then turned her attention to the strange woman. "Listen, I don't know you or your circumstances, but you're better off not being seen by any of the older pure bloods, like my mam and pap. Lord knows Pap would put you down himself if he knew." Luna paused, hesitant. Something had just crawled from her nightmares into her establishment, a place she loved. There was something in her town that could put an end to the peace natural werewolves shared with oblivious humans. There was a threat sitting right in front of her, drinking her beer from her tap. This woman could destroy her whole life. "Do you even know anything about this?" Luna asked with a wave in the air, hoping the woman would get the indications that she meant "werewolf lifestyle."


@Coal @StoneWolf18

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[StoneWolf18]

Tags - @Amityvillager


She blinked.

Than again.

Once more.

What the fuck?

Raph’s expression went from annoyed to straight up confused. What was the barhand talking about? It was obvious that she was a bit spooked, though she didn’t know why. Well...drugs maybe. Lot’s of ‘em too.

When the woman asked if she knew anything about this, she responded clearly. “I...uh...what? I’m sorry but what the hell are you talking about?” The young woman was absolutely baffled at what was taking place, and in her experiences, the best way to clean up a situation such as this is to leave.

Slowly rising from her stool, Raphael continued and finished in a soft, puzzled tone. “I….sorry to bother you...I guess?” Before turning and making her way towards the door.​

 

[narsiserious]

With how the conversation was going a few seats down from her, Meara was glad Dr. Rosenvelt had encouraged her to go to the bar by herself. It looked like an all out brawl was about to take place, and as entertaining as that would be, she couldn't quite muster up enough energy to deal with the predicament. She knew she would have to step in at one point considering she was as pure-blooded as the bartender, but what could she possibly do? These so-called 'abominations' were...a sore topic for their kind. And although Meara wished she shared that view (oh, how easy it would be), she couldn't give a damn about the Made Werewolves. She neither hated them or liked them. She was indifferent. Meara, like every other one of her kind, was mindful of treating them with too much kindness. However, for her, how much compassion she showed depended on how well educated they were on the topic of their nature, and how they treated their situation.


As the woman backed away in discomfort, heading for the door, Meara leaned forward slightly in her stool and propped her prosthetic against the footrest. The night air always did make it creak almost pathetically. "Abomination," she gave the local cafe manager, Damien, a sharp side-eye look. "or not. Don't you think it's rather rude to be treating a customer that way?" She turned her hard gaze towards the bartender.


She shouldn't be getting involved. She really shouldn't, but she'd prefer they get this over with so she could order her drink. If her colleagues were with her, she could have ignored all of this; could have stayed out of it before anything got out of hand. Unfortunately, she was alone.


"I'm sure she didn't intentionally offend you, Luna." Meara looked over her shoulder at the Made Werewolf, and sniffed subtly at the air. Definitely Made, and to make it worse, she didn't seem to even know it. "Now. We wouldn't want to start something on such a fine night would we? Especially with all these people around?" She shot a patient smile over to the woman behind the counter.


@Amityvillager @StoneWolf18 @Coal

 

[typhoon]

Damien accepted the small vial, and he was consumed with gratefulness. He almost huggedLuna, but opted for a smile instead. "Thank you Luna. You're an angel." He tried ignoring the other woman's comments as he shuffled out of the door. He hadn't meant to be rude, the words just slipped out. Damien didn't exactly care about the differences between natural wolves like him and made werewolves. In his world, they were all freaks. I mean, who turned into a giant beast and was deemed normal?


As Damien headed to leave the bar, he noticed the woman in front of him and realized it was the woman from earlier. He wanted to get to his apartment as quickly as he could, but he still felt guilty about what he had said. He knew he had freaked her out as well, but it wasn't exactly like he knew that she wasn't aware of her inner wolf. Damien caught up to her, ignoring the throbbing in his head. He slipped the vial into his jean pocket after realizing he had forgotten his jacket and stood in front of her, slightly holding up his hands to show he wasn't a threat.


"I-I apologize for the comments earlier. See..I had been watching the Twilight series and you reminded me of one of the characters, that's all." Damien dragged his hands through his already messy hair in stress as he made up the stupid lie. Twilight? Really? He sighed inwardly before gazing at the girl, feeling nervous. "Look, can I make it up to you? I feel like you're new to this town so..you should stop by the Crystal Cove Cafe. Free meal on the house. We have some really good omelets." Damien said with a small smile. He was probably freaking this girl out. He wouldn't even be surprised if she was never seen in town again.

@StoneWolf18
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[Jesika]

Finishing up the drink she places the empty bottle upon the top of the bars counter. Wiggling her butt down in the rounded chair she tries her best to get comfortable. Unable to settle down causes a small sigh to leave the girls lips. Soon, her mind goes off on the situation she is sitting on. Why were these type of seats even made? Stools are the worst, they have these circular seats that are hard and don't even leave enough room for a ass unless the person has no butt. It doesn't help that the stools are mainly found by bars where, most likely, drunk people are to fall off from because they don't have backs to them. Astrid lets out a small laugh under her breath, the things she complains about and goes way too far on sometimes is amazing.


Sliding the empty drink a few inches in front of her, she leans forwards to rest her elbows on the counters top. The bar tonight filled up quick, got busy fast once the night sky rose. Even though it is pretty loud in the building Astrid couldn't help but to notice some sort of commotion happening not too far from herself. At another section of the bar what seems and, oddly to mention, smells like a couple of werewolves discussing a touchy subject.


Abomination, natural werewolf community; how is any sort of werewolf 'natural?'. Astrid can't help but to let her mind wonder off as a confused expression spreads on the girls face. What makes someone abnormal? Astrid had been taught a little about the topic but there was so much more to learn and go on about that it hadn't been completely explained to her. Unfamiliar with the term, Astrid looks to the bartender for a little guidance.


"What was wrong with the woman?" she asks, her voice raised towards the lady behind the bar, not too much though as not wanting to catch the attention of the other folk within the area. Astrid isn't one to pry too often or is a person needing to know everyone but with that being said the girl is still learning exactly who she is and her own species. Any new information she has not yet learned Astrid will always be curious and wanting to know.

 

[StoneWolf18]

It felt as if she was back in grade school and everyone knew something she didn't hit weren't telling her. Raphael was more than confused at this point, why everyone was against her. Well, almost everyone. Someone new came up and tried to defuse the situation, the man from before attempting the apology she had ever heard, and another woman walking up to the bar hand asking something along the lines of ‘wrong’ and ‘woman.’

Raph thought the most reasonable explanation at this point was that she was still tripping. Hard. And she was the one acting strange. Or maybe, she passed out from drinking a bit too much and this was all a creation of her confused subconscious. But unfortunately, something told her that this wasn’t a messed up dream. The other things that unnerved the young woman was how familiar not only the bartender was, but all those that were either confronting, apologizing, or something else that had to do with whatever this situation was. She couldn’t really describe how, but there was no doubt that they were.

At least they appeared to have an idea of what was going on, so she decided to ask, though wa clearly a bit reluctant to considering they all might go off on her again. “Uh...if ya’ll could be a bit less accusing...maybe someone could explain what the hell is going on…?”​