Polaris North

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

@HushedWhispers

A time skip eh? Looking forward to it.

[HIGH CASUAL] Welcome to Salem, Massachusetts

Location; The Butchery --> Washington Square
Interacting With; Momentarily with: Ambrosia Sanguine (@Lionhearted)

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It was Founder's Day. A festive event for Salem and all its people.

Perhaps, for William, this day wasn't any special than others. Though, that was mostly because the day was too noisy and he'd rather bury himself in his covers to spare his ears from any more pain. While he could normally drown it out, the festivities would usually hammer his consciousness and he would feel zoning in and out of it - rarely getting enough focus. So that's why he usually avoids Washington Square on this particular day. That place was where the heart of the festivities were.

Unfortunately for him, Volber had another thing in mind. Despite being acutely aware of William's condition, the butcher found it apt to drag the young werewolf to Washington Square so that they could perhaps sell some of their finest meals. While they were mostly a butchery, on certain occasions, they served cooked food to sell to people. They had one of the finest meat in the city but only a few knew how to cook it well enough to taste its best - two of those few were the workers in the shop itself.

"But Volber, I can't. It's too noisy!" William complained as they loaded the supplies onto the food truck that was owned by Volber. The man was rather large and bulky, even for a werewolf. One wouldn't doubt that he could have been a bodybuilder of sorts. His form was intimidating, and so was his tone of voice, but he's really a rather chill guy overall. However, when he gets his mind on something, it would be very hard to convince him to do something else.

"I'm short-staffed, Will." The bulky man started, hefting three crates with ease and then dumping them into the food truck. They were hidden from the sight of normal people, so it was rather safe to display their unnatural strength. "It's a busy day, and you're the only help I have." He continued, sending a glare at the young werewolf. "You owe me kid, now get in and let's ride." Volber said as he closed the food truck's back.

William groaned. "Yeah, yeah, wait a second." He then went inside the shop again and retrieved a pair of headphones and earphones just in case he gets a break and he can start using them. Not to listen to music, but rather to block out the sounds made by the people there. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too noisy. He then hopped into the truck.

Volber proceeded to lock up shop before they drove off. The ride hadn't been too long. They weren't too far from the heart of the city. It only took them around thirty minutes to get there, and that included some minor traffic. Of course, by the time they got there, the festivities had barely started. They needed to get there early so that they could get a good parking space for their food truck.

The moment the truck entered Washington Square, however, the two of them felt a little off. It was simply because of the tinge of holiness in the air. They looked at each other as Volber parked at a rather good area. Was something going on? Normally there weren't holy runes inscribed in an area unless it became a hunting ground. But Volber eased up relatively quickly. "Just don't make it obvious kid. We're just vendors right now." He told William as he prepared the supplies to be cooked.

"Yeah... yeah." He muttered and then exited the truck. He was assaulted by the smell coming from the other food trucks, the things the people around carried and so many other scents. The sizzling of food being cooked, the conversations of the others, the honking of horns from somewhere far off, two couples getting into a fight - everything started to overwhelm William. He quickly placed his headphones on top of his ears which successfully muffled some of the noise. he then opened the food truck's window and prepared the signboard which showed their menu for the day. He dusted off his hands when he finished.

The owner and the worker looked at each other and nodded. It was time for opening. William had been in charge of taking the orders since most didn't really like interacting with Volber. It had been rather busy for the first hour as people lined up to their food truck to get their annual feed. William saw some of their fellow packmates going to them and made sure to order their... juicier steaks. Volber was more than happy to accommodate their tastes.

The events lulled for a while and William finally took a break. William put on his earphones, that actually did well in trying to block out some sounds, and then took a stroll around. William waved at the few people who he knew around his area of Salem, and then some supernaturals. He wondered if Blaine decided to also attend this place. Ooh, what about Katalina? He hummed to himself as he continued walking.

Something made him turn to a certain direction - the familiar feeling of... something. William actually didn't notice it until he was looking straight at Ambrosia. The moment he realized that he was kind of staring, however, he quickly bowed his head as a sort of apologetic gesture to the woman. Was she one of them as well? May not be a werewolf... a vampire perhaps? Or a witch? With the mingling of scents around, he was unable to be one hundred percent sure about it. Nevertheless, he gave her a bright smile, a wave and then went on his merry way. He still looks cheery as he walked down the halls with his hands behind his back, still humming to himself. He wondered who he will be encountering next. It seems that the odd feeling of the holiness has been pushed to the back of his mind for now. Maybe he could have fun, even a little bit.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

James Ryder Blaise

The news that April and Darric had perished had hit James rather hard. They were his friends, and Jax had been more than sad as the dog mourned for the loss of his master. James had trouble with Jax, but he understood why. Jax grew up with April as his owner and caretaker. It would be rather difficult to reign Jax in now, so James just let him do what he pleased for now. There were more dogs that could be assigned, and they didn't need the dog yet. He simply prayed that Jax would eventually get over it and not stay behind to stay with his master - or, well, near her at least. James had no time to mourn, aside from his time when he simply sat down. Jain wouldn't allow him to wallow in grief either, so he braved it and then marched on.

He also had to go around making rounds for the others who were injured. Stab wounds and whatnot. Amir had taken care of the two and James was left with the other one, and he only had to redress the wounds. He apparently had to put most of his attention to attending to Jain - their boss. He wondered why. Summer had been there to keep an eye on her, and honestly? She was a big help. She was calmer and smarter than he was, so she was probably the best person to talk to Jain once she woke up.

It had only been a coincidence when Jain woke up and he was present. However, instead of outright going to her bed, he allowed Summer to talk to her as her sort of... psychologist. Or well, friend, in this case. James had been rearranging the medical supplies that was scattered around the repurposed building which he had haphazardly stored inside when they moved in. It had been the only place where he could fully trust the area and the fact that nothing would disappear. No offense to the people of the town, but honestly, he felt more at ease to have it in here where no one would dare enter until they were invited in than out there where anyone could snatch up his supplies.

James listened intently to the two girls, just in case he was called out. The fact that Jain's voice sounded cold and emotionless when she heard of the news sent chills down his spine. He had, like Summer, expected for her to have an outburst. This was much, much worse, and he hadn't even known that there would have been something more terrifying than her rage. Apparently there was, it was her pure, silent and cold rage. He had rarely been present when she got angry, since he operates in another part of the group from her.

But now that he heard it, he knew that no one exaggerated when they talked about how angry she could get.

Once Summer exited, James quickly came. "Need some redressing boss? I'm right here for 'ya." He said with a small grin so that it would alleviate her mood a little. He then began unwrapping the bandages, cleaning the wound again and replacing the dirty bandages. He had done it in silence, since he was quite scared of speaking up again. It was reminiscent of him being scolded by his mother... a memory that doesn't surface up nowadays since it had been so blurry from start to finish.

"And done." He said, smiling at her again before exiting to throw away the bandages that would have no more use. He waited for a bit since Jain seemed to have been expelling something onto the bucket inside. After a short while, he entered again and then went back to rearranging the stuff inside. "If you're wondering, the wounded have all been taking care of. They'll have to rest for a while, but they're stable." He pointed out as he continued with his possibly aimless work.

Maisy entered the building and he gave her a small wave, but knew that she was here on business so he'd rather not interrupt like an idiot. There was a time and place for catching up - right now wasn't that time. However, he found himself running out of things to fix, so he simply leaned back on the wall and crossed his arms. There was little he can actually contribute to any of their conversations aside from the injury report, since he had been there to see who had been injured and what happened to them. Aside from that, he knows next to nothing. He was admittedly curious.

Then Trevor marched in, bleeding and everything. James pushed himself off of his position and prepared to help, but then he said that he was fine and he could do it by himself. James paused and then nodded. "If you need any help, don't be afraid to say anything. I am your doctor after all." The male pointed out as he assumed his position again, but still glancing back at Trevor every now and then to see if he was having any trouble. His leg had been injured and he had a lot of blood on him - not his, he claimed. He'll definitely have to keep an eye out for Trevor, but he knew the guy wouldn't be foolish enough to soldier on when he's too injured.

@ReusableSword @Poi @RumikoOhara

Warrior Cats; The Valley

I like seeing all these plots going around (especially around Lightclan) and then my two cats be chillin' on the side watching as the world burns before them.

On another note, if anyone wants to make Stormflash's sister (Mintflower), I wouldn't be opposed to that.

Warrior Cats; The Valley

Stormflash - Cliffclan deputy

Name: Stormflash

Previous Name(s): Stormkit, Stormpaw

Breed: American Shorthair

Age: 50 moons old (Around 4 years old)

Gender: Male

Clan: Cliffclan

Rank: Deputy

Mentor: Hazewing (Warrior - Alive - NPC)

Apprentice(s): Nightstrike (NPC)

Parents: Darkshade (Mother - Alive - NPC), Briardawn (Father - Deceased)

Sibling(s): Mintflower (Sister - Alive - Warrior)

Mate(s): [None yet]

Kit(s): [None yet]

Personality:

Despite his position, Stormflash comes across as a rather easygoing person. When he's issuing orders, there's rarely a hint of urgency - but he does know when to put his paw down when others wouldn't listen. He may be a little more lenient than most, but he becomes quite stern when someone crosses the line between what is allowed and what is not. Stormflash likes to have fun with others and would often be seen talking with another cat unless he has something more important to do - like tending to the clan itself. He's rather fun loving and loves to tease others. He keeps his ears open for anything he might use as dirt on the other cats - but this is usually made in good fun.

When bored or just in the wrong mood, Stormflash becomes sarcastic and makes snide comments every now and then. Most come to understand not to take him too seriously, or get their feelings hurt by what he utters. Or just to avoid him entirely when he's in this mood. Only a few cats can stand a full interaction with him alone when he's in this mood, and he doesn't seem to mind. What is good about Stormflash is that he doesn't really care about what other cats think of him. He's going to do his job but do it his own way - and it's either they accept it or not, simple. However, he does care a lot about his clan, and fully accepts how they take in other cats as well.

Brief History:

Stormflash doesn't have a Tragic Story^TM since his life had been relatively normal. Darkshade gave birth to Stormkit and Mintkit, and the two were inseparable for the first few moons, and still very much close after that. They did almost everything together and were both happy when they were picked out as apprentices. Stormpaw's talents shone here. He had been quite a natural in everything he did - from stalking to balancing to hunting. He was just fast. Mintpaw showed her own skills when it came to tracking and hiding. However, something was different about Stormflash - he was fast and agile, more than other cats, but he was also physically weaker - having been beaten by his sister and other apprentices time and time again. He learned that he needed to keep his distance and strike when there's an opening.

Stormpaw and Mintpaw both got their warrior titles at the same time. They were happy for each other, and went on with their Warrior duties. The reason he became a deputy was because of how well he had been playing his cards. Making sure to show his skills whenever in front of the leader or the previous deputy, and also making sure to help the other cats as well so they could support him in becoming a deputy. He was never sure exactly why he wanted to become one, he just did, so he made it his goal to become one. Mintflower supported him every step of the way.

His trial came when he, his father and the previous deputy had been attacked by two rogue cats. Stormflash had been able to do rather well and fend off the cats. Though they were better than expected. Briardawn tragically died from his wounds shortly after returning to the camp, but Stormflash fought with ferocity and the will to protect those around him. This had caught the attention of the deputy. Once the deputy ascended to the leader position, he as picked out. Stormflash had exceeded expectations when it came to his leadership. While most were hesitant because of his easygoing but slightly ambitious nature, they were quickly dashed when he did everything for the good of the clan.

Color: Slateblue

Warrior Cats; The Valley

@ViolentViolet

I was making a deputy for Oakclan but I can make him Cliffclan.

I'm making the obligatory sarcastic character.

(High Casual) An Age Old Feud II

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Prince Jaxton Hardin of Sliabh

Location; Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With; Princess Elaisse @FernStone, Lady Julianna @HushedWhispers

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Jaxton wondered when they would all be able to talk with each other, because so far Prince Lucian seemed to be a nice guy. He was pretty sure that Elaisse would want to talk with him at some point or another, since they were all around their teenage years. He also doesn't seem to be too overbearing, unlike his older brother who Jaxton really didn't feel all too comfortable around. Maybe that was because of the rumors he had heard about the King Maddox, but those were just passing rumors here and there so he never believed it. Or at least, he thought he didn't. His father shared his sentiments about it.

Now that he properly thought about it, this must be hard on his father too. Lady Julianna was his sister, and if Jaxton's relationship with Elaisse was something to go off from, then this was probably hard on the Sliabhian King as well. To give off his sister must have been depressing to do - even if it was for peace. Jaxton wasn't sure if he would even be able to do that if he were in his position. No matter how much he wanted peace for the kingdom, trading off family would be extremely difficult.

"Then let's make sure to track her down later. I'm sure it won't be too difficult." Jaxton whispered back to his sister. If there would be a party later, then it would be easy to look for her and then manage to get some interaction out of her; that is, if she wasn't busy catching up with Lady Julianna and the others. But, Jaxton will find a way.

King Maddox had replied kindly to Julianna. Taking her hand and then kissing it, like what a proper gentleman would do if they met their future wife... if Jaxton's source of education was something to be trust at the very least. His auntie was completely captivated by the Abhainn King's charms. The young prince thought that it might be good, and his opinion on the king had increased somewhat. "It'd be better than just standing around. But I see your point, sister. I must argue though, in a party, it'd be easier to escape." He turned to her and then winked with a small grin on his face. It wouldn't be too big since he didn't want the nobles to think ill of him and would then result with his mother getting angry at him because of it.

He turned back to the interactions. After King Maddox went to his parents to introduce himself properly, Lady Julianna took her old friend and then brought her to Lord Aedan. Jaxton remembered that he would be coming along to organize their guards and also to make sure that everything was secure for all of them. She seemed rather flustered when his aunt dragged her off to him, but knew that the interaction was inevitable.

"Maybe we can talk Lady Amarenthea into it." He then paused, a thought crossing his mind. It was an odd thought, but something that could prove interesting to both him and his sister. "Or maybe ask an Abhainn native?" He suggested, quirking an eyebrow as he looked at his sister. Unless someone would take the whole royal family around, then they'd have to take matters in their own hands. They seemed accommodating enough, so perhaps they would be alright with letting the prince and princess walk around and find out more about the palace and the kingdom in general.

That was when Lady Julianna turned their attention to them, and walked between them. "It seems like I'm not the only one with that thought." He mused to his aunt with a wide smile on his face when she suggested taking out the hose and riding through the garden. He looked at Elaisse. She would usually accompany him when he decides to take out the horse and escape from the castle. His definition of 'alone' usually didn't mean completely by his lonesome. While sometimes it would come to that, he usually appreciated the presence of his sister there. Even if he would be walking around while she sketches.

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax

I'll hit you up when I'm in the mood to. Perhaps it's because of some school work piling up. If I feel the need to, I'll PM you alright?

Flames of Vytal : Hunter's Mettle [High Casual] [World of Remnant]

@tobiax

Maybe I'll enter some other time. I still have this in my subscriptions, don't worry. It's really just me. Maybe I'll come back later.

Warrior Cats; The Valley

@ViolentViolet

Or she's just plain old stubborn. Yeah, good thing she has an apprentice and everything.

I like how the apprentices are young, but Tigerfall has an apprentice two years his younger. Heh, he just won't kick the bucket.

Oh wait, I forgot to change his age to six years old. Fudge, can I change that part?