Fantasy Daggerswood - Wolves in These Woods

[WanderLust.]

Theo James Arcadian // 20 // Male // Soldier
Interacting With: Ophelia Wolfiee ( Gavriel Mentioned Sanctuaryforall1 )

How many times had Theo been in these woods? When he was a boy, he had been told to stay away, that the woods of Daggerswood held dangerous secrets within. Of course, that had never stopped young Theo Arcadian. Ever since he was a child it seemed Theo had believed himself to be invincible, nothing could harm him, nothing could scare him, especially not the woods. Now, he certainly wasn't foolish enough to disregard the reality. Theo knew first hand what dangers plagued Daggerswood, werewolves. After all, it had been a werewolf that had killed his mother all those years ago, and werewolves that had taken his first love, young Gavriel, along with her entire family. He remembered a much younger version of himself, trampling through the woods with his blonde partner in crime. Her childish laughter seemed to echo in these woods. To this day, it was the one place Theo could still feel close to Gavy. But as the dark haired boy grew older, the woods had become less of an escape and more of a job.

A warm summer breeze ruffled his soft, dark brown hair and he inhaled the scent deeply. For as many horrors as these woods were rumored to hold, they also held immense beauty. Theo had grown up in these woods, become a man in these woods. He stood now, broad shoulders cloaked in a blood red cape, the same cape that all the soldiers wore. Today was the summer solstice, and the Baron had charged all his men with performing a perimeter search before the festivities began. Theo had rolled his eyes at this order. There had been no sign of werewolves in years, so long that Theo had almost forgotten what they looked like. Still, he obeyed. He was nearing the edge of the woods now, the sun was just beginning to slip beneath the horizon, the sky lighting up with beautiful shades of pink and orange. The festival would be starting soon, he could already hear the sound of voices gathering in the meadow, and he still needed to change. Theo let out a heavy sigh as he began making his way back towards the village, his footfalls trained to be silent. Snap. Theo's hand was on the hilt of his sword in a flash, his head snapping in the direction of the cracked branch. Deep brown eyes scanned the trees, searching for the creature of his nightmares, but as the seconds ticked by... he saw nothing. His fingers twitched one last time before his body relaxed, shaking his head at himself. All this talk of wolves was making him paranoid.

As Theo began making his way back towards the Arcadian Manor, he passed many familiar faces, some friendly, others not so much. He had grown up with these people. Most had known him since he was a baby. There were hardly any strangers in Daggerswood. Still, he let his hand rest on the hilt of his sword, his eyes alert as they flicked from person to person. The town was buzzing with excitement, everyone anxious to start the summer solstice festival. He was sure his father was already at the meadow helping to get everything in order for the celebration. The Arcadian Manor was neatly tucked in the center of town, a shining beacon to the rest of the villagers, a permanent symbol of unattainable wealth in Daggerswood. His deep brown eyes recognized the home, a house that was never filled, far too large for a family of three. As he reached for the handle of the front door, Theo was nearly knocked backwards. The door flew open and suddenly, his little sister Lydia was rushing past him. Theo watched her scamper off with a look of bewilderment, where the hell was she going in such a hurry? "Come on Theo! You're going to be late!" his sisters bell like laughter filled the hair as she continued running, try as he may his father would never be able to tame that girl. He doubted anyone would. Too much of her mother in her, or so their father would say.

With a mildly entertained smirk, Theo turned on his heel and headed inside. The floor boards creaked in this old house. So much so that it made sneaking around at night nearly impossible, yet that had never stopped either of the Arcadian children from doing so. Theo's room was towards the back of the house, easily accessible from the back door, and on the first floor. There had been many a night when he had slipped out of the house through the window in his bedroom. Although tonight, he supposed, he would have to use the front door. Slowly, he unclipped his cape. Removing the heavy armor from his shoulders and tossing it carelessly on the ground. He would see to folding it all up after the festival. For now, he fished through his closet for something to wear, finally settling on a loose fitting white shirt that exposed a decent amount of his chest when not laced up. Theo was well muscled, and it showed underneath the light fabric. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, ensuring any stray pieces were out of his face, before tugging on his shoes and heading back towards the front door. Normally, he would've sough out Alex or some of his other friends to accompany him to the party. But Theo was engaged now, he had a fiancé to escort, and he knew better than to be late.

Although the marriage had been arranged by their parents, Theo was pleasantly content with the arrangement. Ophelia Night was undeniably beautiful, with long blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She was certainly one of the most coveted women in Daggerswood, and Theo counted himself lucky in that regard. They were only just starting to get to know each other, but it didn't take much for him to notice that she was kind hearted and funny, and he quite enjoyed being around her. As Theo approached the Night residence, he was sure to reach down and pluck one of the bright purple flowers that were planted sparsely throughout Daggerswood. Wolfsbane, it was considered good luck in Daggerswood. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the large wooden door of Ophelia's house and waited, his heart beating faster than usual for some reason as he stood holding the flower.
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[TheGrimOne]

"Lucien, hurry up and get dressed, your father has chores for you." The boy heard his mother shouting from downstairs as he scrambled around his room, shuffling around his dresser for his daily work clothes. They were stained and worn, smelling of earth and dirt. After hurrying to slip into his undergarments and pants, he pulled his shirt down over his head and untucked the wavy brown hair from within. The strands reached just above his shoulders and dangled over his face as he bent down to lace his dingy old shoes. They were scuffed and scraped and caked in a thin layer of mud and grime- giving claim to the poverty of his household, though none of that ever really mattered to Lucien. He was young, vibrant, and full of energy. Nothing could dampen his spirit or sway his cheerful disposition.

Heavy thudding signaled his descent as he made his way down the creaky stairs amd bolted out the door, eager to help his papa. "Slow down you're gonna get hurt!" his mother tried to warn but the rambunctious bugger was already out the door before she could finish her sentence. Lucien could see his father splitting logs in the distance as he sprinted from the farmhouse. "There y'are, kiddo!" His father was a short haired, burly, rugged man- his hands heavily calloused from years of hard manual labor. "You finish splittin' these logs 'ere while I go chopping up s'more." He pointed to another axe next to the pile of logs and set off into the woods. "Yes, papa!" Lucien admired his father's work ethic and was always eager to jump right in and help. Snatching up the axe and setting logs on a lone stump, the boy set to splitting as many as possible before his father's return. Suddenly smoke blurred his vision and screaming filled his ears. He could hear the sounds of blood curdling wailing and flesh tearing open as everything around spun in a haze.

Lucien awoke abruptly in a heavy sweat, startled by the haunting nightmare that plagued his mind. Always the same dream yet he could never get used to the realism of it all. How could he? After all, these were not mere visions of a dream but memories of a terrible past. He stilled his heavy breathing and began wiping the sweat from his face with the bed cover. He swept through his wavy hair, slick with the salty liquid dripping from his pores. Blindly he rummaged through a drawer of the nightstand beside his bed. He clasped his fingers around a small sack once and withdrew it only to open and find that it was empty. He sighed heavily and the groaned. "Out of medicine." He tossed the sack to the floor and looked over to see the last bits of last night's ale still in it's pint. He swigged the last of this warm, bitter brew, and set the cup back on the nightstand.

His legs flew out from beneath the covers and he set to dressing himself. He wore a white dress shirt with black pants to match. He buttoned an embroidered vest over his abdomen and set to tying his boots. The clothing would seem lavish, though the stains and state of wear on them would beg to differ. Times were tough for someone of his profession nowadays and he did what he could to scrape by; the encroaching poverty bitterly reminding him of his childhood. Throwing on his duster coat and topping his head with a matching hat, he left the room in dissaray as usual and took himself down to the lobby of the inn he was accustomed to; tossing a small sack of coin to the clerk and hurriedly leaving before she could remark him being a coin short as always.

As he headed towards his favorite home away from home- Porscha's tavern, a dark haired little scamp came running up to tag along. "G'day, Lucien! Ya making yer rounds for today, eh?" This mischievous boy had become somewhat of a partner in crime to the washed up hunter. "What's the prey looking like?" Lucien side eyed the child curiously. "The usual. Buncha dim-witted blokes ready for scammin'!" The boy rubbed his hands together maniacally and grinned wide as he spoke his words. Satisfied with the information, Lucien flipped the boy a coin that he always held from his tab at the inn and proceeded onward as the kid scampered on ahead.

The hustle and bustle of the town was oddly lively today, most likely due to the coming of the solstice. Lucien didn't care much for parties or dancing or fun of any sort for that matter and planned to spend his day gambling and cheating for profit in the aforementioned tavern. There hadn't been any wolf sightings in so long that even he was loose footed as there was no reason to be on edge. The Baron wouldn't likely be in any need of a hunter's service for the solstice which meant Lucien could do whatever he pleased. Meanining he could get drunk as a skunk and gamble his night away; hopefully swindling his way out of the small amount of debt he'd accrued with Porsha and the inn-keeper. He'd already had to pawn much of his hunting gear in order to stay on even terms with the local blacksmith and he was hoping tonight's take would be enough to settle his debts and reclaim some of his precious tools.

(Nothing special just a quick introductory post. Not interacting with anyone quite yet but if there is ever an issue with what I post or if anyone would like to do some plotting before the next post, please feel free to speak up. I can always adjust my posts and am also always available for plot discussions.)

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

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[WanderLust.]

Lydia Anastasia Arcadian // 18 // Female // Baron's Daughter
Interacting With: Waverly and Sienna Sanctuaryforall1 Stephen Wolfiee

Freedom. When was the last time Lydia had gone a whole day without having to deal with her fathers pesky rules? Being the daughter of the Baron Lydia had grown up under watchful eyes. There was hardly a thing in her life that wasn't planned out for her. She resented it. But tonight was the summer solstice festival. Her overbearing father would have much more important things to worry about than his daughter's whereabouts. She would drink and dance to her hearts content under the full moon and there was nothing anybody could do to stop her. Despite living in Daggerswood, Lydia still had some fairly glamorous gowns. Some of them had been her mothers, others had been shipped over from the mainland. Tonight, however, the air was warm with a soft summer breeze meaning she could finally wear some lighter fabric. She opted for a light pink dress, lace detailing on the sleeves that hung off of her slim and rounded shoulders. The garment hugged her waist tightly, but the flowing skirt still gave it a dreamy look. She knew her father would've preferred she wear her hair up, out of her face, to make her look more regal and distinguished. However, Lydia was a free spirit, so her wavy dark brown hair remained in loose curls, bouncing down to the middle of her back.

The sun was setting, and Lydia knew the festival would be starting soon. She dashed down the stairs, nearly slipping over her skirt but catching herself on the hand rail. As she flung the front door open she erupted in laughter at the sight of her older brother almost tumbling over in surprise, however it didn't stop her for a second. "Come on Theo! You're going to be late!" she smirked over her shoulder before taking off again in the direction of the general store. Her heart was pounding and she was attempting to catch her breath when she finally walked into the quaint little store down the road. "Good Evening, Sienna!" she called out as she began perusing the shelves and baskets. She was looking for something specific, "Shouldn't you be headed to the fest-" Lydia let out a startled yelp as she collided with something solid. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was..." The girl paused as her turquoise irises slowly rose up to meet the face of the man she had stumbled into. A stranger. "Going..." she finished a bit breathlessly. Unfamiliar brown eyes, a head of dark wavy hair, handsome and yet... a small alarm was ringing in her chest. Her father had always warned her to stay away from strangers, especially in Daggerswood.

"Lydia!" the girl jumped again at the sound of her name being uttered, only this time she flinched at the all too familiar voice. "I see you've met Waverly." he approached from behind her, placing a firm and controlling hand on his daughters shoulder. "You needn't worry child, he's not a stranger. He'll be taking over the library from Mr. Renee." Lydia swallowed thickly, she hated when her father spoke to her like this, as if she were still a child. The Baron sighed, clearly sensing that his daughter was still gun-shy of strangers. He smiled at Waverly, "Forgive her... we don't often take kindly to strangers in Daggerswood. Rest assured we will be inviting you over for dinner soon Waverly, and make a friend out of a stranger yet." He turned on his heel so that he was once again facing his daughter, a daughter whose hand in marriage he had already promised to Lord Waverly Morvo, but the eighteen year old in front of him had no idea her marriage was already planned. He reached into his pocket, removing a sprig of wolfsbane and tucking the purple flower into his daughters hair. Something that might've seemed a loving and caring gesture to some, but to others a possessive and calculated move. A reminder to anyone she encountered tonight that she belonged to the Baron, and he would decide what was done with her. "Alright. Off you go." He jerked his head in the direction of the door, dismissing the girl who, after one last glance at the stranger, quickly took off.

Out of her fathers line of vision, Lydia was off once again. She could already hear the music playing in the meadow. The festival had started. Couples were dancing, children were running around with masks and toys, a fire had been lit, the music was lively and fun and the smell of summer filled the air. A grin swept across her lips as she inched closer towards the party. This was her favorite day of the year, Lydia loved summer and dancing. As she stood, people watching, her eyes landed on the figure of a dark haired male. Crystal colored eyes peered at her. Stephen. Lydia had had eyes for him since she was a little girl, although she would never admit it. Stephen was considered below her standing, but she had never much cared for political statuses and the like. She only knew that her heart beat faster when she saw him. So naturally, when their eyes met, Lydia flashed him a coy smile. One would never know from the way she carried herself that Lydia had never been kissed, she flirted with confidence far beyond her years. She remained where she was, gently leaning against one of the willow trees in the meadow as those ocean colored eyes of hers remained fixated on Stephen.



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[bayleen]

PORSHA TWIGUNNY​

The woods looked like a black void. If you went in, you'd never come out. Sometimes Porsha wished that were true. She's lost count of the times she drunkenly wandered in, and maybe there was an inkling of not wanting to come out. But alas, without a scratch, She returned home to a worried brother every single time. Clicking her tongue, the voluptuous woman took another sip of alcohol, eyeing the woods. Porsha is one of the few whose house was oddly close to the woods. Not that she preferred it this way, but she liked the idea of being far away from everyone. That, however, was about to end since she had to open the tavern. Finishing what was left in her cup, Porsha headed back inside.

Throwing a beige dress that was revealing even for Porsha, although she didn't mind it, she had to walk to the tavern; she didn't feel like getting stopped by random drunks, so she threw a red shawl around her shoulders. Bolting the door shut, she finally headed downtown towards the tavern. It was a short trip that ended when Porsha threw the entrance to the pub open. She always was the first one there; being the owner had nothing to do it being unable to sleep played a huge factor. The brown-haired woman began cleaning the tables and moping the floor before any girls showed up. Porsha happened to take hygiene very seriously. The thought of a dirty place drives her mad. Then again, she kept a rat as a pet. Speaking of which, Porsha walked over to the left corner of the tavern and banged on the wall. A large-looking furball pooped its head from the hole through the wall. Porsha stuck her hand in her pocket, and then she smiled, throwing a single grape at the rat. She usually carried grapes around, which she denies has anything to do with animals.

Once she finished setting up the tavern for another day, she poured herself another drink and leaned on the door frame. The tavern is surrounded by other small shops which were nice on slow days. Porsha likes to visit the Blacksmith. The townspeople seemed to be quite..." awake," which made her wonder what they were so happy about? Deciding not to think too hard, her memory was a bit hazy from staying up all night drenched in alcohol.

 

[TheGrimOne]

(Sorry for posting again, out of turn, but I am eager to RP and my character's actions won't be advancing the plot or story further so hopefully it won't be a problem but if it is then please just let me know and I will remove it.)

Interacting with: Porsha bayleen

Notices Lydia running about WanderLust.

Lucien had hoped he could slip into Porsha's tavern without her noticing, allowing him time to gather some winnings from the simple drunkards within; so that he could pay off the small debt he'd accrued with her over his tab. Though as he approached the building situated amongst the other shops, he could see there would be no avoidance. Porsha was at the establishment threshold, leaning against it's door frame with drink in hand.

Her presence was a bit bothersome; as he'd hoped to be able to hand her some coin, yet he also welcomed the sight of her. She was quite pleasant to behold- pretty as a flower but not sharing in one's delicacy or brittleness in the slightest. This woman was tough and ambitious without waiver in confidence or conviction and he couldn't help but admire her fiery personality. The two of them had an ongoing fling a while now whenever the mood struck and the revealing dress she wore had him ogling her discretely as he approached.

His eyes averted from Porsha for a moment as they caught glimpse of the Baron's daughter, Lydia darting about. Everyone knew Caius kept a tight leash on the poor child and although given the incident with her mother his strictfulness was understandable but also overbearing on someone so free-spirited; hopefully she would be able to enjoy herself over the night's festivities without the weight of her father's hand bearing down on her for once.

As Lucien tread up to the tavern he gave Porscha a quick look-over, trying to be inconspicuous yet his eyes would betray just a hint of desire to the damsel. That dress was impeccable with her in it and he'd wished he hadn't lost gambling and owed tab after his last visit. They may have an attraction for each other and he was always good for the coin once he'd gotten it but he also knew neither of these facts were likely to stop her from giving him the business over his tab. "Lovely as always, madam." he curtsied, tipping his hat to the voluptuous maiden with a sly grin, being extra polite in an attempt to sway her from heckling him too harshly although he knew she would see through his guise.

"I need a few hours to gather up what I owe you, I've got a couple cons to work first." Lucien literally had a few tricks up his sleeve to get his score for the day; the sleeves of his duster had thin slits that hid playing cards and coupled with the local hoodlum child whom he paid to cause a disruption, he was sure to win some hands of cards. He also carried weighted dice and a heavy piece of metal that fit perfectly in his grip ensuring solid strikes in any pit fights. With the festival also having his targets more drunk and loose than normal, Lucien was confident he could win more than enough coin to not only pay Porsha but also the inn-keep and buy some of his hunter tools back from the Smith as well.

Having to resort to gambling and stoop to scheming to pay his bills was a bit shameful for the once-proud hunter of wolves. He truly missed the thrill of hunting down and delivering these cursed creatures to justice and making coin off doing what he loved. However, it seemed that any threat of beasts was far behind and lack of prey meant lack of business and whereas he sometimes hunted deer amongst other woodland wildlife for meat and pelt to sell, Lucien had admittedly begun to enjoy spendind his time drinking and gambling the days away.

 

[Wolfiee]

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[Sanctuaryforall1]

Gavriel

Mood: Longing

Location: The Forest

Interactions: Mentions Lydia and Theo WanderLust.

Two years had passed since Gavriel had dared to set foot in Daggerswood. So much had changed in that time both in town and in herself, some of the changes more drastic than others. For the past ten months however she has been stalking the edges of the town watching the lives of those she misses most pass before her eyes. Ronan would give her updates when he went into town but always warned her that returning herself could be more danger than it was worth. Still, she felt in her heart that the risks were worth the rewards of seeing Lydia and Theo again. Lydia was her best friend since birth and Theo…well Theo was more complicated and even after two years away from him he still filled her mind and made her heart flutter.

Truthfully it was the fear of what could happen to her friends that kept her away. She didn’t want to risk hurting them, they weren’t as familiar with the ways of the wolf like Ronan was. If she lost herself for even a moment she could seriously hurt or kill one of them, or worse, she could turn them into a wolf as well. The thought of that was enough to deter her from town for months while she trained with Ronan to gain true control over her curse. Honestly without the blacksmith Gavy wasn’t sure where she would be or who she would be at this point. He had no curse himself but seemed to know a great deal about the werewolves and how to help them keep control, in the past ten months he had become her family as well as her teacher.

Multi-colored eyes watched from deep within the woods as Ronan drove his cart into town. The town was decorated with colorful ribbons and wreaths in celebration of the festival that would be held tonight. It was beautiful and Gavy wished for nothing more than to be able to waltz into town and take part in it, to see the faces she missed and embrace the friends who likely thought her to be dead. For a moment she swore she spotted a familiar yet more grown form of Theo between the buildings but in a blink, he was gone. Her heart hurt at the thought of seeing him and knowing she was so close to him yet so far, it hurt much the same way when she occasionally caught the scent of Lydia on the breeze, her perfume much the same as it had been for years. Ronan had told her a few weeks ago that the Baron had arranged Theo’s marriage to another village girl and her heart broke at the thought. It seemed her childhood crush on him hadn’t faded but she was sure, or at least she prayed, he would be happier with his bride to be. She knew that arranged marriages were part of life in Daggerswood, honestly, she was surprised Lydia wasn’t engaged yet but also hoped it meant her best friend would get to enjoy what freedom she had for just a bit longer. Lydia was always a free spirit after all, a flirt who had the eyes of all the boys in town which made it hard for Gavy to fathom the idea of her ever settling down.

All of these thoughts raced through the head of the young platinum blonde as she pressed herself behind a tree and hid herself from view. She wasn’t sure why she had bothered to get so close tonight, it wasn’t as if she could go into town. She was dressed in a simple blue and white peasants’ gown, so very unlike the lavish embroidered dresses she used to wear. This dress was loose, easy to move in, it was perfect for her needs and honestly it was the best she could hope for Ronan to afford. He had done his best acquiring it for her when she first moved into his place and for that she was eternally grateful. Besides the plain colors were easy for her to hide in the forest when she wanted to get a good look at the town without being spotted like she currently was.

Taking a breath, she let out a soft sigh as she watched and wondered what life could have been like if things had been different two years ago. Where would she be? Who would she be? Would Lydia and Theo still be in her life, or would she be married off already? All these questions would never be answered and were honestly too painful to think about as she broke her gaze away from the village and looked down at her hands which could all too easily become paws if she wasn’t careful with her emotions.

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Two years had passed since Gavriel had dared to set foot in Daggerswood. So much had changed in that time both in town and in herself, some of the changes more drastic than others. For the past ten months however she has been stalking the edges of the town watching the lives of those she misses most pass before her eyes. Ronan would give her updates when he went into town but always warned her that returning herself could be more danger than it was worth. Still, she felt in her heart that the risks were worth the rewards of seeing Lydia and Theo again. Lydia was her best friend since birth and Theo…well Theo was more complicated and even after two years away from him he still filled her mind and made her heart flutter.

Truthfully it was the fear of what could happen to her friends that kept her away. She didn’t want to risk hurting them, they weren’t as familiar with the ways of the wolf like Ronan was. If she lost herself for even a moment she could seriously hurt or kill one of them, or worse, she could turn them into a wolf as well. The thought of that was enough to deter her from town for months while she trained with Ronan to gain true control over her curse. Honestly without the blacksmith Gavy wasn’t sure where she would be or who she would be at this point. He had no curse himself but seemed to know a great deal about the werewolves and how to help them keep control, in the past ten months he had become her family as well as her teacher.

Multi-colored eyes watched from deep within the woods as Ronan drove his cart into town. The town was decorated with colorful ribbons and wreaths in celebration of the festival that would be held tonight. It was beautiful and Gavy wished for nothing more than to be able to waltz into town and take part in it, to see the faces she missed and embrace the friends who likely thought her to be dead. For a moment she swore she spotted a familiar yet more grown form of Theo between the buildings but in a blink, he was gone. Her heart hurt at the thought of seeing him and knowing she was so close to him yet so far, it hurt much the same way when she occasionally caught the scent of Lydia on the breeze, her perfume much the same as it had been for years. Ronan had told her a few weeks ago that the Baron had arranged Theo’s marriage to another village girl and her heart broke at the thought. It seemed her childhood crush on him hadn’t faded but she was sure, or at least she prayed, he would be happier with his bride to be. She knew that arranged marriages were part of life in Daggerswood, honestly, she was surprised Lydia wasn’t engaged yet but also hoped it meant her best friend would get to enjoy what freedom she had for just a bit longer. Lydia was always a free spirit after all, a flirt who had the eyes of all the boys in town which made it hard for Gavy to fathom the idea of her ever settling down.

All of these thoughts raced through the head of the young platinum blonde as she pressed herself behind a tree and hid herself from view. She wasn’t sure why she had bothered to get so close tonight, it wasn’t as if she could go into town. She was dressed in a simple blue and white peasants’ gown, so very unlike the lavish embroidered dresses she used to wear. This dress was loose, easy to move in, it was perfect for her needs and honestly it was the best she could hope for Ronan to afford. He had done his best acquiring it for her when she first moved into his place and for that she was eternally grateful. Besides the plain colors were easy for her to hide in the forest when she wanted to get a good look at the town without being spotted like she currently was.

Taking a breath, she let out a soft sigh as she watched and wondered what life could have been like if things had been different two years ago. Where would she be? Who would she be? Would Lydia and Theo still be in her life, or would she be married off already? All these questions would never be answered and were honestly too painful to think about as she broke her gaze away from the village and looked down at her hands which could all too easily become paws if she wasn’t careful with her emotions.

Ronan

Mood: Admiring

Location: Porsha's Tavern

Interactions: Porsha bayleen

His cart was one well known around town because it usually only made its way into town once a week but as of late Ronan had been making his way into town more and more. It seemed with the festival coming up and the months of labor to follow everyone had been rushing to put in orders with the reclusive blacksmith and so every other day he was arriving with newly repaired or crafted items. His cart was pulled by a large dusty gray draft horse named Juniper who many of the kids in town adored for her sweet temperament and her love of the little treats they usually rushed to give her as she pulled to a stop in the center of town. With a nod to show the cart was done moving Ronan gave the kids the go ahead to excitedly approach the horse who was already looking over at the kids with sparkling eyes.

As the large blacksmith dismounted the cart he had been sitting upon another familiar four legged friend leapt down beside him. Flint shook his fur and stretched as soon as his paws hit the ground before trotting to the back of the cart alongside Ronan. Ronan smiled down at the fluffy gray and white dog who would always be a pup in his eyes and gave Flint a loving head scratch before unhitching the back of his cart. Moving several orders around carefully Ronan grabbed a small crate that contained Porsha’s order of new cooking utensils for the tavern. It seemed with the festival tonight that the Tavern owner wished to have a fresh line up of utensils and grills for the large orders of food she had likely been requested to prepare for the town.

“Morn’n Porsha.” He greeted with a warm gaze as he pushed his way into the towns Tavern. It seemed to already be alive with noise and people which didn’t surprise him after how lively everything seemed in the town square. Looking over at the lovely Tavern owner Ronan lifted the crate she ordered onto the counter and waved her over to inspect the product. He never delivered bad product, it was something that everyone town knew and why he was so trusted despite living away from the rest of the group. “I got your new utensils, a few new grills for the fires, a spit for roasting tonight, and those new hinges for the door that I can set up if you need.” He offered her politely as Flint shoved his fluffy head against Porsha in greeting.

Admiring the woman and her dress was easy to do as he stood by the counter. “That color certainly agrees with you, if you don’t mind me saying.” He complemented politely. He wanted her to know that she looked lovely in the dress and in general without sounding too crude or informal. He wasn’t the best flirt, but he still wanted to make her feel appreciated.

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His cart was one well known around town because it usually only made its way into town once a week but as of late Ronan had been making his way into town more and more. It seemed with the festival coming up and the months of labor to follow everyone had been rushing to put in orders with the reclusive blacksmith and so every other day he was arriving with newly repaired or crafted items. His cart was pulled by a large dusty gray draft horse named Juniper who many of the kids in town adored for her sweet temperament and her love of the little treats they usually rushed to give her as she pulled to a stop in the center of town. With a nod to show the cart was done moving Ronan gave the kids the go ahead to excitedly approach the horse who was already looking over at the kids with sparkling eyes.

As the large blacksmith dismounted the cart he had been sitting upon another familiar four legged friend leapt down beside him. Flint shook his fur and stretched as soon as his paws hit the ground before trotting to the back of the cart alongside Ronan. Ronan smiled down at the fluffy gray and white dog who would always be a pup in his eyes and gave Flint a loving head scratch before unhitching the back of his cart. Moving several orders around carefully Ronan grabbed a small crate that contained Porsha’s order of new cooking utensils for the tavern. It seemed with the festival tonight that the Tavern owner wished to have a fresh line up of utensils and grills for the large orders of food she had likely been requested to prepare for the town.

“Morn’n Porsha.” He greeted with a warm gaze as he pushed his way into the towns Tavern. It seemed to already be alive with noise and people which didn’t surprise him after how lively everything seemed in the town square. Looking over at the lovely Tavern owner Ronan lifted the crate she ordered onto the counter and waved her over to inspect the product. He never delivered bad product, it was something that everyone town knew and why he was so trusted despite living away from the rest of the group. “I got your new utensils, a few new grills for the fires, a spit for roasting tonight, and those new hinges for the door that I can set up if you need.” He offered her politely as Flint shoved his fluffy head against Porsha in greeting.

Admiring the woman and her dress was easy to do as he stood by the counter. “That color certainly agrees with you, if you don’t mind me saying.” He complemented politely. He wanted her to know that she looked lovely in the dress and in general without sounding too crude or informal. He wasn’t the best flirt, but he still wanted to make her feel appreciated.

Mercy

Mood: Cautious

Location: Her Garden

Interactions: Mentions Lucien TheGrimOne and Porsha bayleen

Unlike most of the town ladies who were running around in pretty gowns for the festival which would be starting tonight Mercy was adorning her usual leather and cloth pants, protective leather corset, and loose white shirt that had a tendency to slip off her shoulder slightly. She may have lived in the town for several years now and as a slave for years before that, but she still preferred the style that came from her homeland rather than here. Where she grew up women wore far more practical clothes, few wearing dresses which would be hard to move around in, and the showing of skin was far less shameful there which was why she often didn’t mind her shoulder slipping from her shirt when others in the religious town might make a big deal over it. It just made more sense for her to wear what made her most comfortable and she could work best in rather than what was appropriate.

Standing up from her garden with several freshly picked herbs in her basket the town healer dusted her hands off on her pants and walked out of the fence surrounding her garden. She latched the gate and turned to look around the town as she made her way over to her drying station. There were already several herbs hanging up at the station in different states of drying, most ready to be used for curing ailments at a moments notice if needed. She liked to keep on top of such things since no one could predict when the next big illness would strike or when the town butcher might slice his hand open again. In her mind it was better to always be prepared for the worst than to hope for the best because the best had a terrible tendency to disappear in an instant while the worst tended to lurk around always.

Glancing over at the tavern she could see Ronan had pulled up nearby with his cart and was making deliveries. Porsha had been standing at the entrance of her establishment mere moments ago but with the arrival of her good she figured the innkeeper had moved inside to put them away. She also registered a stranger who she had noticed around the tavern a few times over the past few days. He seemed like a drunk, especially by his smell, but didn’t act as clumsy as most drunks, a bit more alert. He was an interesting character and not one Mercy would find herself trusting easily. She kept an eye on Porsha most days because she knew how dangerous strangers could be. She had learned that lesson years ago and wanted to make sure no harm came to any members of the community that had become her home since her people were wiped out by slavers.

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Unlike most of the town ladies who were running around in pretty gowns for the festival which would be starting tonight Mercy was adorning her usual leather and cloth pants, protective leather corset, and loose white shirt that had a tendency to slip off her shoulder slightly. She may have lived in the town for several years now and as a slave for years before that, but she still preferred the style that came from her homeland rather than here. Where she grew up women wore far more practical clothes, few wearing dresses which would be hard to move around in, and the showing of skin was far less shameful there which was why she often didn’t mind her shoulder slipping from her shirt when others in the religious town might make a big deal over it. It just made more sense for her to wear what made her most comfortable and she could work best in rather than what was appropriate.

Standing up from her garden with several freshly picked herbs in her basket the town healer dusted her hands off on her pants and walked out of the fence surrounding her garden. She latched the gate and turned to look around the town as she made her way over to her drying station. There were already several herbs hanging up at the station in different states of drying, most ready to be used for curing ailments at a moments notice if needed. She liked to keep on top of such things since no one could predict when the next big illness would strike or when the town butcher might slice his hand open again. In her mind it was better to always be prepared for the worst than to hope for the best because the best had a terrible tendency to disappear in an instant while the worst tended to lurk around always.

Glancing over at the tavern she could see Ronan had pulled up nearby with his cart and was making deliveries. Porsha had been standing at the entrance of her establishment mere moments ago but with the arrival of her good she figured the innkeeper had moved inside to put them away. She also registered a stranger who she had noticed around the tavern a few times over the past few days. He seemed like a drunk, especially by his smell, but didn’t act as clumsy as most drunks, a bit more alert. He was an interesting character and not one Mercy would find herself trusting easily. She kept an eye on Porsha most days because she knew how dangerous strangers could be. She had learned that lesson years ago and wanted to make sure no harm came to any members of the community that had become her home since her people were wiped out by slavers.

Sage

Mood: Flirty

Location: Stables

Interactions: Ophelia Wolfiee and Theo WanderLust.

Having been awake since before the sun rose Sage was already well into his work day. He had started the day with a weighted run, lugging pouches of horse feed across his back and chest in order to build his strength and endurance. If he wanted to be a soldier he needed to be in prime physical condition and able to face any challenge or terrain. After his run he began his chores and mixed in other exercises as he went. His job wasn’t glamorous but it was rewarding and he enjoyed the time he spent with the horses that were in his care. After mucking out their stalls Sage salmon laddered his way up into the loft of the barn and threw down some hay fill the different stalls with. He then promptly filled the stalls with fresh water and feed while the horses moved side to side excitedly awaiting the carrots he fed them once their stalls were taken care of.

Being in a small town like Daggerswood meant that Sage tended to see the same faces every day which meant he also worked with the same horses every day. Some belonged to the Baron, some to his children, others to merchants or shop keepers, well paid staff of the Baron, a few belonged to Lady Elena. He had many lovely beasts to tend to and had a good relationship with practically all of them because they knew he was the hand that fed them but also the boy that cared for them. If any fell ill he would spend entire nights in their stall with them, nursing them back to health, they truly mattered to him and were far more than mere beasts. Giving Snowy, one of Lady Elena’s horses, a good morning pat along the neck Sage smiled and leaned against the opening of the stables that looked out at the streets of the town.

“Oi! I’d keep a close eye on Ophelia there Theo!” Sage called to the couple across the street with a flirtatious smile. “Looking as ravishing as she does it would be all too tempting to sneak her away for a dance or two.” He added with a wink. Sage was the harmless town flirt, always doing his best to make the ladies feel lovely and appreciated for their beauty. It wasn’t meant to ever come across in some crude or vulgar way and those who knew Sage would know he meant it with all the best intentions.

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Having been awake since before the sun rose Sage was already well into his work day. He had started the day with a weighted run, lugging pouches of horse feed across his back and chest in order to build his strength and endurance. If he wanted to be a soldier he needed to be in prime physical condition and able to face any challenge or terrain. After his run he began his chores and mixed in other exercises as he went. His job wasn’t glamorous but it was rewarding and he enjoyed the time he spent with the horses that were in his care. After mucking out their stalls Sage salmon laddered his way up into the loft of the barn and threw down some hay fill the different stalls with. He then promptly filled the stalls with fresh water and feed while the horses moved side to side excitedly awaiting the carrots he fed them once their stalls were taken care of.

Being in a small town like Daggerswood meant that Sage tended to see the same faces every day which meant he also worked with the same horses every day. Some belonged to the Baron, some to his children, others to merchants or shop keepers, well paid staff of the Baron, a few belonged to Lady Elena. He had many lovely beasts to tend to and had a good relationship with practically all of them because they knew he was the hand that fed them but also the boy that cared for them. If any fell ill he would spend entire nights in their stall with them, nursing them back to health, they truly mattered to him and were far more than mere beasts. Giving Snowy, one of Lady Elena’s horses, a good morning pat along the neck Sage smiled and leaned against the opening of the stables that looked out at the streets of the town.

“Oi! I’d keep a close eye on Ophelia there Theo!” Sage called to the couple across the street with a flirtatious smile. “Looking as ravishing as she does it would be all too tempting to sneak her away for a dance or two.” He added with a wink. Sage was the harmless town flirt, always doing his best to make the ladies feel lovely and appreciated for their beauty. It wasn’t meant to ever come across in some crude or vulgar way and those who knew Sage would know he meant it with all the best intentions.

Waverly

Mood: Concern

Location: General Store

Interactions: The Baron and Lydia WanderLust.

This town was so unlike the towns Waverly knew back home. It was small, well connected, but also felt like everyone was holding their breath waiting from something horrible to happen. He had of course heard the stories of the history of the town and knew that they had a problem with wolves in the past but last he heard that had been many years ago. He supposed it was best to be cautious rather than not but it did make it a little awkward trying to meet people seeing as they seemed to look at him as though he were some sort of great threat.

Standing in the general store seemed to be no different. The woman who owned the store seemed genuinely nice but understandably cautious like the rest who were doing their best to be in separate corners of the store from him. This was why he was so surprised when he was studying a jar of preserved apples and felt someone bump right into him. “Oh dear!” He gasped and turned around fast to make sure whoever ran into him was unharmed. “Are you alright?” He asked reaching his hand out to steady her but pulling back when he noticed her flinch away from him. She was a stunningly beautiful girl, unlike any he had ever seen before and for a moment his breath felt stolen from his lungs. She looked alarmed, he could see the slight fear in her beautiful brown eyes and instantly felt regret for the sudden movement. He opened his mouth to apologize but was cut off by another voice and the sudden appearance of a man behind the dark-haired girl.

It became all too clear all too quickly just who this man and this girl were. This was the Baron who was allowing him into this town in disguise which meant that this girl was Lydia, his daughter, the young Lord’s future bride. He had hoped their introduction would be far better than this, with less fear in her eyes and perhaps him presenting her with flowers or a gift. He hated how much his presence as a stranger seemed to scare her. The Baron’s words seemed kind and were very pretty words but something about the man seemed too forced, too fake, he had seen a hundred men like him before at court. He gave the Baron a nod of appreciation and gave Lydia a small, soft smile. “I look forward to it.” He informed the man politely. “And perhaps once we are friends, I might be able to interest Lady Lydia with some books from the library?” He added with a kind voice. He watched the Baron put a flower in her hair and the seemingly sweet act seemed so controlled that it removed all sense of love. Soon after that the young woman was taking off out of the store like a doe fleeing through the woods. Waverly watched her go and hoped that their next meeting would be more pleasant for her.

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This town was so unlike the towns Waverly knew back home. It was small, well connected, but also felt like everyone was holding their breath waiting from something horrible to happen. He had of course heard the stories of the history of the town and knew that they had a problem with wolves in the past but last he heard that had been many years ago. He supposed it was best to be cautious rather than not but it did make it a little awkward trying to meet people seeing as they seemed to look at him as though he were some sort of great threat.

Standing in the general store seemed to be no different. The woman who owned the store seemed genuinely nice but understandably cautious like the rest who were doing their best to be in separate corners of the store from him. This was why he was so surprised when he was studying a jar of preserved apples and felt someone bump right into him. “Oh dear!” He gasped and turned around fast to make sure whoever ran into him was unharmed. “Are you alright?” He asked reaching his hand out to steady her but pulling back when he noticed her flinch away from him. She was a stunningly beautiful girl, unlike any he had ever seen before and for a moment his breath felt stolen from his lungs. She looked alarmed, he could see the slight fear in her beautiful brown eyes and instantly felt regret for the sudden movement. He opened his mouth to apologize but was cut off by another voice and the sudden appearance of a man behind the dark-haired girl.

It became all too clear all too quickly just who this man and this girl were. This was the Baron who was allowing him into this town in disguise which meant that this girl was Lydia, his daughter, the young Lord’s future bride. He had hoped their introduction would be far better than this, with less fear in her eyes and perhaps him presenting her with flowers or a gift. He hated how much his presence as a stranger seemed to scare her. The Baron’s words seemed kind and were very pretty words but something about the man seemed too forced, too fake, he had seen a hundred men like him before at court. He gave the Baron a nod of appreciation and gave Lydia a small, soft smile. “I look forward to it.” He informed the man politely. “And perhaps once we are friends, I might be able to interest Lady Lydia with some books from the library?” He added with a kind voice. He watched the Baron put a flower in her hair and the seemingly sweet act seemed so controlled that it removed all sense of love. Soon after that the young woman was taking off out of the store like a doe fleeing through the woods. Waverly watched her go and hoped that their next meeting would be more pleasant for her.

Siena

Mood: Warm

Location: Shops

Interactions: The Baron and Lydia WanderLust. and Draven Wolfiee

When the Baron and his daughter entered her shop Siena bowed her head respectfully and gave the young woman a warm smile. She was used to having basically everyone in town come into her shop at least once a week for something and the Baron’s children were no exception. “Good morning m’lord and lady, let me know if I can get you anything.” She greeted them like she did practically any customer except making sure to be as respectful to their station as possible. She would normally just greet Lydia by name but with Caius there as well she did not want to do anything to seem disrespectful towards his family.

As she restocked several pots of honey near her front counter the young widow did her best not to listen into the conversation between the father, daughter, and stranger but Caius’s regal tone was hard to drown out. As the group seemed to dissipate, she gave Lydia a small wave farewell and hoped to see the young woman at the festival later. Looking over she watched as the Baron watched his daughter go and couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever look at her as something more than an investment, the way he looked at his child was nothing like the way her husband used to look at their daughter. The thought instantly pained her heart and she looked down at the shelf beside her so no one would see the pain in her eyes. After a moment she took a breath and, in an effort, to combat the pain she pulled her lips into a small smile before grabbing her basket to walk next door.

As she walked out the front of her shop, she spotted Draven exiting his butcher shop next door and gave him a small wave. “Good morning, Draven!” She greeted warmly as she rested her basket in the crook of her elbow. “I have those salts you were asking about. They just came in in yesterday evenings shipment.” She informed him as she lifted a pouch of salt from her basket, several more resting inside.

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When the Baron and his daughter entered her shop Siena bowed her head respectfully and gave the young woman a warm smile. She was used to having basically everyone in town come into her shop at least once a week for something and the Baron’s children were no exception. “Good morning m’lord and lady, let me know if I can get you anything.” She greeted them like she did practically any customer except making sure to be as respectful to their station as possible. She would normally just greet Lydia by name but with Caius there as well she did not want to do anything to seem disrespectful towards his family.

As she restocked several pots of honey near her front counter the young widow did her best not to listen into the conversation between the father, daughter, and stranger but Caius’s regal tone was hard to drown out. As the group seemed to dissipate, she gave Lydia a small wave farewell and hoped to see the young woman at the festival later. Looking over she watched as the Baron watched his daughter go and couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever look at her as something more than an investment, the way he looked at his child was nothing like the way her husband used to look at their daughter. The thought instantly pained her heart and she looked down at the shelf beside her so no one would see the pain in her eyes. After a moment she took a breath and, in an effort, to combat the pain she pulled her lips into a small smile before grabbing her basket to walk next door.

As she walked out the front of her shop, she spotted Draven exiting his butcher shop next door and gave him a small wave. “Good morning, Draven!” She greeted warmly as she rested her basket in the crook of her elbow. “I have those salts you were asking about. They just came in in yesterday evenings shipment.” She informed him as she lifted a pouch of salt from her basket, several more resting inside.

Elena

Mood: Flirty

Location: Town

Interactions: Lydia and The Baron WanderLust.

She could never get over how dreary this small town was, especially compared to places like the palaces of French Court and Mansions of Portugal. If it weren’t for the lovely scenery surrounding the town and the fun, she could have with the Baron she would have left Daggerswood long ago. Her husband had several estates across Europe and even beyond that, but she stayed here most of the year because it provided her with a form of entertainment, she hadn’t been able to find elsewhere. She and Caius had fun together, she was his mistress, and he was her little secret that spiced up her dull life. He kept her entertained and she loved spending time at his estate because then she wasn’t as bored as she was in her own, she could always find something to entertain her.

She had just spent the last two evenings at her husband’s estate just outside of town before the old prune set off on yet another mission of spice trade business. She played the adoring wife while he was in town, pretending to care and love him as though he were the only man in the world for her. It was an act he ate up, he would never begin to question her loyalty and tended to punish anyone who spoke ill of her. Having that kind of power over a man of such means was a useful skill to have. But now he was gone, and she was stepping out of her elaborate carriage back into the town she had become familiar with. Her sheer long sleeved gown with its black top and pink skirt was a gift from her husband from his travels and looked ravishing on her but she did not plan to wear it for the festival later that evening. Instead, she had kept another gorgeous gown in Caius’s chambers that she would adorn for the festival.

Looking around she spotted the man whose chambers she shared standing inside the doorway of the shabby general store. Smiling she crossed the path over towards him and watched with a smirk as his daughter took off. She met Lydia’s eyes for a moment and gave the girl a wink before moving past her on her own trail to get to Caius rather than away from him as Lydia was doing. “My lord.” She greeted him with a splendid curtsy, her gaze meeting his eyes as she bowed.

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She could never get over how dreary this small town was, especially compared to places like the palaces of French Court and Mansions of Portugal. If it weren’t for the lovely scenery surrounding the town and the fun, she could have with the Baron she would have left Daggerswood long ago. Her husband had several estates across Europe and even beyond that, but she stayed here most of the year because it provided her with a form of entertainment, she hadn’t been able to find elsewhere. She and Caius had fun together, she was his mistress, and he was her little secret that spiced up her dull life. He kept her entertained and she loved spending time at his estate because then she wasn’t as bored as she was in her own, she could always find something to entertain her.

She had just spent the last two evenings at her husband’s estate just outside of town before the old prune set off on yet another mission of spice trade business. She played the adoring wife while he was in town, pretending to care and love him as though he were the only man in the world for her. It was an act he ate up, he would never begin to question her loyalty and tended to punish anyone who spoke ill of her. Having that kind of power over a man of such means was a useful skill to have. But now he was gone, and she was stepping out of her elaborate carriage back into the town she had become familiar with. Her sheer long sleeved gown with its black top and pink skirt was a gift from her husband from his travels and looked ravishing on her but she did not plan to wear it for the festival later that evening. Instead, she had kept another gorgeous gown in Caius’s chambers that she would adorn for the festival.

Looking around she spotted the man whose chambers she shared standing inside the doorway of the shabby general store. Smiling she crossed the path over towards him and watched with a smirk as his daughter took off. She met Lydia’s eyes for a moment and gave the girl a wink before moving past her on her own trail to get to Caius rather than away from him as Lydia was doing. “My lord.” She greeted him with a splendid curtsy, her gaze meeting his eyes as she bowed.

 

[Wolfiee]

Gonna get the rest and a fancy post up soon. I just wanted to get these at least posted for the moment.

Draven:

Draven worked calmly his gaze focused as he cut the large hanging cow carcass. He was making sure to get all the meat completely stripped from it not wanting any too go to waste. His silver hair was tied up out of his way as his blade cut the meat with expert ease a snort left him as someone entered his shop to remind him of the time. His golden gaze flicked to them sending them scurrying out of his shop which wasn’t surprising not many dared bother him while working. “The Baron is a pain in my ass.”he grumbled to himself this work was all for him. All night and morning he’d been preparing meats for the festival most the meat had already been taken over so it could start being cooked. He was just finishing up the last bit now which he would take himself that way he could make an appearance and appease the Baron.



Once finished he wrapped the meat up and placed it onto a cart. All the cuts of meat nicely wrapped to keep from getting dirty as he began taking the cart towards the festival to be cooked. His gaze roaming the area calmly seeing plenty of the towns people were already heading towards or at the festival. The man also took note of several soldiers who seemed to be on watch but weren’t really working as hard as they should. Though he couldn’t blame them entirely the wolf had seemed to have disappeared entirely after its last attack years ago. Though it was still always better then to be safe then sorry there were still plenty of dangerous about not just wolves but other animals and people. You could never trust a person they were the most deadly out of all the animals around them. His mind on that as he finally made it heading over to where several men and Angelique seemed to be cooking.”Here you go Angelique this should be the last of it.”he said with a grunt. He gave a slight nod as the woman thanked him before telling him to go enjoy himself a bit while he could.



Ophelia:

Ophelia was within her room listening as her mother and sister commented continuously on the outfit she’d chosen. She kept a sigh in choosing to focus on finishing up her hair instead of joining in their conversation. This was going to be a wonderful night that’s what everyone said and had been talking about for weeks now. However she couldn’t quite agree a feeling of something off filled her though maybe she was just nervous as this would be her first evening out with Theo Arcadian. Though their marriage had been arranged by their parents like many others it was an enjoyable match. Ophelia had always noticed Theo when they were children not daring to approach him then as he was always with Gavriel. The night they’d learned the news of her disappearance it had been terrible no matter how much she’d wish to become closer with Theo this was not how she wanted it. It had been many years now though since that night and werewolves had seemed to disappear entirely. A lot of people having grown docile believing they were finally free of the wolves, but Ophelia doubted that. It didn’t make sense that after centuries of attacks that they would just disappear all together.



A quick small shake of her head snapped her out of those darker thoughts. As her gaze returned to the mirror the brush within her hand running through blonde hair gently. She almost always had her hair braided or done up in some way tonight though it would remain down. The long, thick, silky blonde tendrils hung down to the end of her back a scent of milk and honey wafting off of her. “It’ll be fine mother besides shouldn’t you both be getting ready yourselves.”she said before standing up. A sound of knocking filled the house as a small blush flickered across creamy white skin.”I’ll be going now.”she said softly wiping her dress down once more making sure it looked nice. She felt nervous and excited the heartbeat within telling on her as it began to race. The pretty blonde took a soft breath before opening the door smiling warmly.”Good evening Theo.”she said softly her voice feathery almost captivating to any she spoke with.



Her gaze flicking you the flower in his hand which held wolfsbane a symbol in their town of good luck. The flower really was beautiful no matter what the meaning of it. She smiled warmly as he carefully placed the flower within her hair.”Thank you!”she said brightly before taking his arm gently so they could be off too the festival. A small laugh left her seeing the last bit of Lydia’s back side as she fled to the festival as soon as her fathers back was turned. “Your poor sister it must be so hard for her with a man like your father.”she said quietly to him since everyone knew how the Baron could be. Those closet to his children new a bit more having seen the effects the man had all his children. “She’s such a free spirit hopefully she will get to enjoy the night with Stephen at least for a while.”she said as they continued to walk. The looks passed between Stephen and Lydia was clear the two were infatuated with one another one would even say in love. The thought warmed Ophelia’s heart it was nice seeing Lydia happy after everything that had happened as she thought this her gaze flicked to Theo. She hoped she would be able to make him happy the two had grown much closer during the last passing months learning more about one another then ever before.

Stephen:
Stephen had gotten up at a decent time today needing to try and make himself look somewhat decent for later today. He carefully went about his usual morning routine and spoke with a few of the people he was close with. While doing all this he made sure to avoid the Baron at all costs not really wanting to deal with him this morning. Besides a run in with him would probably be him trying to get Stephen to stay away from his daughter which he had no intentions of doing. Stephen had been continuing to work hard despite just being a lumberjack he was earning a bit more then usual do to the time of year so he was saving every bit he earned. He wanted to save enough to have a comfortable life with Lydia even if they would have to run away. It was becoming more and more clear that running off might be their only option if they wanted to be together. The Baron was making it more and more clear that his daughter belonged to him so she wouldn’t just be allowed marriage with just anyone. He sighed softly shaking his head so he could return to the task at hand and that was getting ready. It didn’t take long for him to dress in the best of his outfits even if it wasn’t fancy or that outstanding.



The sound of a crowd began to fill his ears as he finished up making sure his jet black hair was looking nice. He began following a small crowd making their way towards where soon everyone would be gathered for the festival. The smell of meat and booze filled the air along side lovely scents coming from the ladies who could afford to have floral scents upon them. The excited began running through him this was going to be a wonderful night with dancing, partying, and shadows to conceal most of them. Once he looked around observing the area he headed towards a tree leaning against it with his arms crossed continuing to watch those who entered. A few times he’s gaze wondered about seeing what everyone was doing then he felt a gaze burning into him a small smirk graced his lips. His eyes slowly drifted towards the source where Lydia stood watching him a smile clear upon her beautiful face. He let his gaze drift down her slowly then back up before flicking his gaze towards an area that was a little more busy. He was signaling her over that way so they could meet up and not be as noticeable in case the Baron decided to show up soon.

 

[Top11]

Alex Stone

The Soldier

(B)“Nothing per usual, I guess you can’t make any wrong of being sure.”(/b) Alex said with a sigh as he closed his collapsible spyglass, he had granted his squad freedom on the day of the Festival, and patrolled their assigned territories along with his, that decision coming only from him growing tired of all their fawning over the festivities, and alone time to contemplate his decision of if he would attend the festival. Theo, his best friend, would be escorting Ophelia to the festival , also a good friend of his, along with a good amount of his other friends, and even a few of his foes no doubt.“ Well what do you think Harbinger, do you want to venture into town and see all the mares that await you?” He said rubbing the large steed down his neck before giving the Stallion a squeeze with his legs as the horse began sprinting along the well beaten path.

Emerging from the woods he could feel the energy change from the eerie stillness of the forest, to the warm and bubbling vibes being given off from the town's excitement for the festival. Living along the outskirts of town it didn’t take Alex long to make it home, owning a piece of land that belonged to his parents before they died. Over the years since that he’s somewhat fortified his property running a timber fence that took him 4 years to pay the carpenters to complete doing it little by little. Once home he wasted no time removing his uniform and cape, he hated riding in armory always made him feel hindered. Folding his cape he set it on his bed where he seen a piece of paper, a note his sister Leah had left explaining that she already set off to the festival, he loves her outgoing attitude, and her ability to socialize, these past few months he’s been giving her more freedom and allowed her to start moving more freely, as long as she lets him know where she’s going.

Alex sat for a while before he came to a decision, getting dressed sloped on a black long sleeve shirt along with black pants, and a pair of leather black boots, strapped his shoulder scabbard on never leaving without a means of defending himself, and last but not least he placed on his favorite necklace, a finely crafted silver bear claw pendant, with a thin black leather strap as a rope the perfect length for the pendant to hang perfectly in the center of his chest. Now dressed, he headed outside to harbinger and gave the steed a good watering before saddling him up and making towards town. Well known in the small town he was greeted by many kids, some he was currently teaching a bit of self defense lessons, while others knew him as the soldier with the pretty haired horse. Although he couldn’t allow himself any room to not be attentive, with everything going on those who defy the baron’s rules would have ample opportunities to make moves under the cover of the festival, and there was no doubt in his mind a problem would arise that would call for the swords across his back.

Approaching the center of town he could see that Porsha’s was already bustling with activity, from a distance he could see the mountain of a mare that belonged to his favorite smith Ronan, along with his cart that meant he may have pieces to sell. With more than enough of a reason he headed over to the popular tavern, not to mention there’s a possibility his friend Sigrid could be working. Dismounting the friesian he tied Harbinger’s reigns to the horse post out front and stopped for a second seeing the figure of Mercy in the distance, the two rarely socialized, he did visit her for a small patch job considering she the towns best healer but outside of that she is still a mystery to him. Giving Ronan, and Porsha time to finish their business he kicked a leg up on her door frame and leaned back taking a look out at the other shops. Alex couldn’t help but notice the fresh love everywhere, this was the first festival in years and many of the newly arranged young people would be making their debuts as a couple, unlike his bestfriend Theo , Alex wasn’t betrothed to anyone which wasn’t necessarily an issue with him once his parents died the thought of being arranged with an unwanted partner wasn’t a worry of his anymore.

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The golden-haired beauty was greeted with the brush of the warm summer breeze against her skin as she pulled the door to her small, quaint residence closed behind her. Though the weather was typical for this time of year, the day was no ordinary day. The streets were teeming with excited chatter about the summer solstice festival that was being held in the village on this very day. Daggerswood was rarely this joyful, save for occasions like this, due to its unsettling history with werewolves. It had been many years since the last sighting of such a beast, but it still remained a constant plague to the little town. But, today, people's minds were not focused on those eerie details of the past, but rather on the festivities that were taking place. While she would eventually partake in such, there was work to be done first.

Though Sigrid's residence was located on the outskirts of town, it did not take her long to reach Porsha's tavern. The fair-haired lady had worked there for quite a few years. After her mother had died and her father had abandoned her, she was left in the care of Lilian, a barmaid. When she was younger, Lilian would bring her there sometimes and give her little tasks to do away from the public eye. But once she came of age, the hazel-eyed lady began to work at the tavern herself. Although it did not earn much, it was a better alternative to an arranged marriage or living solely off of her mother's inheritance. Besides, Sigrid liked the freedom that it gave her.

As she drew closer to the tavern, she spotted a familiar face that brought a smile to her lips. She gripped the skirts of her flowy white gown and quickened her walk until she stood mere feet from the solider.

"Alex." she greeted, eyeing the leg that he had kicked up on the doorframe. Based on the all-too-familiar cart parked nearby, she could only guess that the blacksmith had found his way inside already, where Porsha was likely to be also. "Just couldn't stay away, huh?" she teased, letting go of her skirts and placing a hand on her hip.

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  Being that it's a festival day, Odette was a bit busier than she typically was. Though school was canceled, several parents had taken the morning as another day for tutoring. So, the young woman had been up since dawn, dragging her instruments with her. Of course, she couldn't exactly lug her piano with her, as it has found it's home in the school. However, the 5'4 woman is struggling to balance a clarinet, violin, and flute all in her arms. Despite her obvious busy schedule, the woman was still looking for more to do. After buying a piano for the school, the family's budget was running out quickly. She needs more students.
  
  As she makes her way to the general store, she runs through the entire town in her mind. The difficult thing about living in such a small, close knit community such as this is that there are rarely new people who are interested in her lessons. Maybe she could start traveling? Though that would mean leaving her father and aunt all alone to care for themselves, which just doesn't seem right. Oh goodness. What's a girl to do?
  
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  "Siena, dear" She speaks up, making her way to the general store owner. "My aunt was wondering if you have any extra cloth we could use for costumes?"
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  "Off you go Cato! Wouldn't want to miss the festival, would you?"

  Elijah rushes the teen out the door, after tutoring session, though a kind and fatherly smile is on his face. While Cato isn't the most intelligent, his teacher admires the student's passion and kind nature. Of course, history and mathmatics aren't his favorite thingto do, but they weren't Eli's either when he was the boy's age. Either way, it's quite time Eli got on with his day.
  
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  "Emilia, are you in?"

  Anastasia calls out, entering the carpenter's shop. a cacophany of noises awaits her, hammering, the sound of wood hitting ground and a mumble of words I shall not repeat for fear of compromising a lady's virtue.

  "Anastasia? Is that you?"

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  "Well, the children wish to have a new play an I was wondering if you would build us a set?"

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  Fold the dough, shape it, put it in the oven. Fold, shape, oven. Take it out when ready and put on the serving table. Again and again, for hours on end, preparing for the festival. Ah! The festival! Such an exciting day!

  "Sister! We must leave soon. Get the cart if you please"

  He calls out to his stronger sibling with a grateful smile. As she goes to do so, the man takes off his apron, which is covered in flour and cinamon, as he was baking cinamon swirl bread.
  
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  "Gisella this is to be a joyous occasion. Could you not ahve worn something a bit more...happy?"

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  How awful. How dare her brother comment on her garment. It is most practical, in case a fight shall erupt. One knows the festival is a haven for drunkards and Gisella would like to keep their peaceful town just that, peaceful. Pants are far more efficient than a dress and her outfit is most happy, if she would say so herself. Blue is a lovely color and she would go so far as to say it looks quite becoming on her.
  
  

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  "Well, the children wish to have a new play an I was wondering if you would build us a set?"

  Emilia's face seems to erupt in glee. A set! She hasn't built one in quite a while and it allows her to have a bit more creative freedom. People around here don't often enjoy lavish etchings. It mostly is the same things, day in and day out. While she does enjoy her work, it may get a bit stale.
  
  

  "Of course dear! Only if you agree to help me into my dress and accompany me to the festival"

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