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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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[Private] Waiting to Die

Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Mon Mar 27, 2017 5:47 pm

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Some Fancy Restaurant | A Light Breeze & Partially Cloudy | After Dark - Back-Dated to 2016


Hey, you can't be back here! The voice of a young man holding a grey container full of dirty dishes caught my attention. Yes I can. I flashed my eyes, Of course you can! He replied with one of those empty headed smiles most people under the influence of my compulsion had. That smile was glued to his face as he lazily moved past me, and I took another step forward, hiding behind the doorway as I peered out into a room filled with golden lighting and live, subtle jazz piano. I took in a deep breath, my eyes gradually growing a bright white then dimming as I exhaled. No scent of wolf... That was both a good and bad thing. I didn't fucking belong here at all.

Did I actually expect to find wolves at a place like this? Not in a million years. But it was wise to be cautious. I even took a fucking cab to make sure I couldn't be tracked. Fuckin' paranoid... I muttered the insult to myself, rubbing the scent of about thirty different colognes and perfumes out from under my nose... It didn't work. Can I help you? A woman asked from beside me. She was dressed like the rest of the staff, matching black and white uniforms that made every single one look like they belonged to a fucking army of butlers. My eyes shot to the left, staring at her without moving another muscle. Do I look like I need help? I asked, watching her cross her arms. You look like you don't belong here. You're preachin' to the choir lady. I huffed, looking down at my dirt covered boots and Insomnium tee. I mean back here. I suggest you return to your seat. I don't have one. I replied, already feeling that instinct to bolt before I dug that shovel in deeper. I was diggin' my own grave, had been for quite some fucking time, but this? This took the cake.

Then follow me, I'll get you seated. Are you alone? Uh... Yeah? I mean... I'm meeting someone here. While I spoke to her, my eyes were darting around the room. A low rumbling murmur filled the entire place as people talked about useless shit like where they spent their vacation last year and Donald Trump. For fucks sake, what the fuck was I even doing here? Every table was covered in a sturdy, perfectly white table cloth. The silverware picked up the light from the chandelier's that hung above, reflecting glittering golden hues throughout the room. People sat around circular tables around the center of the room where the pianist played his own interpretation of elevator music. Gigantic plates sat in front of some, food spread out across barely twenty-percent of them like some kind of bizarre art piece. Here we are... I hadn't even realized but she'd given me a place in the back corner, no doubt trying to keep me and my tainting aesthetic from the view of the rest of the diners. Can I start you off with some wine? Champagne perhaps?

I scrunched up my nose as I slipped into the booth, tilting my head back to look at the height of the back rest, the damn thing went all the way to the ceiling. I uh... You guys serve anything harder? I'll take anything raw, with kick, straight up. She glared in confusion, her jaw hanging open. Liquor. I dumbed it down for her, my hands resting in my lap and shoulder slumped over as I looked at the table, scared to touch anything. Fuck this was like being at Gran's place, I just knew I was gonna break something valuable. And your company for the evening? A warm bloody mary... I replied sarcastically, and she returned that same confused look. I don't know what she drinks. And she'll find me when she gets here. She disappeared without saying a word, and I sat nervously. My leg bounced up and down rapidly, fingers drummed over my seat, and eyes scurried around the room like I'd just been tossed to the hyena's, waiting as they circled me, waiting to die.

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Gayle Shaffer | Vampire; Ancient

Posted on Tue Mar 28, 2017 7:37 pm



He was already here; I could smell him, sense him as I left the backseat of my armored car, Lilah beside me. You're welcome to come, dear, but only if you want. Her body language was enough to tell me she had business she'd much rather attend to than dinner with a wolf. After all this, I found it curious that she hadn't wanted to try to... get used to him, to desensitize herself to the smell, or whatever form of repulsion that put her off the most. With this one, I found that the smell of cigarettes often masked his canine properties anyway, and that was saying something. I dismissed anyone who might be inclined to escort me, and walked myself to the doors, pushing it open, ignoring and walking directly past the host. I felt the stares upon me, I was dressed far too formally even for this place - which was the polished pile of shit in Index. I felt no shame in being overdressed, in fact shame was almost never a word I used when speaking of myself. I only hoped that these slugs would find some inspiration, and then I almost chucked to myself when I thought of my progeny. We're one in the same.

I took a seat just as the server was about to leave, quickly adding my order, Gin and tonic, please. My eyes were on the wolf in front of me and thankfully the server wasn't as thick as I'd expected most folk to be here, so our menus were dropped on the table and she promptly left.

I have to admit, I'm very curious if you've thought about why it is I want to help you, and if you believe me. My words were low; I felt as a psychiatrist dealing with a patient; using what I knew about his kind to guide just how I spoke to him. I knew there had to be some sense of pride I should be aware of, and I wanted to be careful not to violate it.

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Tue Mar 28, 2017 8:47 pm

My insides were flipping and flopping all over the place as her scent filled the room, even before she'd entered it. You're a fucking idiot, Byrne. Idiot then, idiot now... I muttered to myself, watching as my last opportunity to leave slipped out from between my fingers. Going... Going... And gone as I heard her voice fill the space between us.

The being in front of me smelled of death. She had the power to snap my neck in the blink of an eye. Her very presence made the room shrink around me as memories of past experiences with her came rushing to the front of my mind. But her skin was perfect, sunkissed and even, her hair, not a strand was out of place. The dress she wore put the twinkling chandeliers above to shame. And in her voice, certainty. Confidence and strength shielded the worlds eye from the devil inside of her. But I knew the difference. I knew from personal experience, experiences outside of present company, that the true devil wore two faces, one beautiful and alluring, and the other... A monster. The ancient and Lilith had that in common...

I don't believe anyone. I finally replied, maintaining eye contact. But... I added, leaning back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest. Something tells me it's not your style to lure me here so you can turn me into a midnight snack. My head leaned back against the back of my seat comfortably, exposing my neck confidently as I looked at her from under lazy eyelids. So why don't you enlighten me? I added, staying as relaxed as I could be while I made a deal with the devil.

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Gayle Shaffer | Vampire; Ancient

Posted on Thu Apr 06, 2017 11:04 pm

I suppose it wasn't required of me to posture and be belligerent because he wasn't a threat to me. I wished to be able to turn it off in him, like a switch. I wasn't an immediate threat, so his defenses were annoying and a waste of time and effort. I crossed my right leg over my left and leaned back in my chair, my gin being placed on the table in front of me. Would you be bored if your only challenge in life was no more than shooting fish in a barrel? Would you feel any power whatsoever as the person doing so? Or wouldn't it feel rather pointless? I finally reached out for my glass, taking a sip and feeling slightly pleased that they'd chosen something from the top shelf. This wasn't my first time here, but also, that was part of the reason why I came so... overdressed. So they wouldn't assume I'd have to save pennies just to be here.

I am aware of what the Supremacy is attempting. I'm aware of your situation and what, or I should say who, is tagging along in that head of yours. I washed my words with a small sip and replaced the glass, the movement of our server catching my eye. Will you two need a few more minutes to look at the menu? I smiled, the tips of my fangs showing but I knew she wouldn't notice - no one ever did. Humans only saw what they wanted to see. I'm afraid I'll be sticking to, I raised the glass, spirits this evening. I'm not sure about my friend. But my brows raised as I remembered that this was, in fact, the place, where Lilah had made arrangements for the occasional "meal". Actually, if you'll ask your chef about Lilah's special? I'd be very grateful.

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Vincent Sawyer Byrne | Wolf; Pack Master/Alpha

Posted on Sun Apr 09, 2017 6:34 pm

I glared, staring through narrow eyes, unblinking in her direction. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was she comparing me to a fucking fish? For fucks sake, if I wanted to be insulted I didn't need to leave my comfort zone, I didn't need to look further than my own pack. How fucking frustrating would it be if I'd come this far, twenty miles up the ass of the overindulged and pompous just for long winded versions of ''you're a jackass and hardly a challenge'' insults? My eyes flashed at the thought, but immediately flickered out like two dying light bulbs as I grasped onto the hidden meaning behind what she had said, which was far more important than the insult itself. It's hard to sympathize. You can't spend decades mastering chess, only to complain there's no one left that can beat you at the game. I replied as I picked up my glass. I stared at the liquid inside, sniffing it like I was checking for poison before hesitantly taking a sip. I had no fucking idea what it was, but it was good enough.

Don't tell me your ancient panties are wet for demonic bitch spirits too? I can't begin to tell you how disappointing and unsurprising that'd be. Especially considering your dictators have already claimed all of the cliche positions in this little story. I shrugged as I took another drink, my eyes still unable to look away for a second. My own perspective, however, it was all about figuring out which shitty ancient personality traits she possessed, and just how similar, or different she was from that psychotic child, Ursula. Fangers were all different brands of nicely wrapped piles of shit, the only difference was, some stunk less than the others. Her ''favor'' might have made her brand smell less like dog shit, if I didn't know any better. Favors from enemies were never ''favors'', and I guess I was just here to figure out what kind of price tag she wanted to put on hers.

What's the special? Orphans or virgins? I asked, my eyes finally moving to the woman standing beside the table after voicing the question. Considering I could buy an entire cow for two-hundred bucks, I fully intended on passing on the two-bite overcooked garbage this place liked to pass as ''gourmet''. Something tells me I'm gonna have enough to swallow tonight. I'm good with just the drink. I finally answered seriously, already trying to figure out how much my quarter filled glass of potency was gonna set me back. It was probably aged in the gut of a fuckin' swan, fed to a pegasus, and pissed out into a bottle with a fancy label in french. Which most likely meant I wouldn't be able to afford that cow after-all.

My eyes had returned to the Ancient long before the woman had disappeared, and I swirled the drink around in my glass, not tearing my gaze away once. So why don't we start with something easy. How long have you been abusing your compulsion on the raven? She may have wings, but she's still human, and far more fragile than you and I. She doesn't belong in this mess. It was hardly my problem, but there'd been too much death and destruction already. I had a hard enough time keeping a pack of wolves with far more indestructible skin alive, I didn't want human blood on my list of sins too. And maybe there was a little more to it than that too... Maybe I wouldn't have even brought it up if the Raven's other form wasn't a Hawke...

Then, we can discuss the other twenty elephants in the room.

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