StarfrostedFox

The Hunter and the Hunted (Raptra x AutumnFrost)

As dusk and then true night fell over the forest, Joshua listened to the five other sets of lungs working around him increase in tempo as excitement flared. His own breathing didn’t change in response, though in the past it might have, instead, the end of his tail began twitching, much like the flicking an irritated Kat might display. Digging his semi retractable front claws into the forest mulch, he focused his attention on the moon to calm his rising unrest. For although he couldn’t see the silvery sphere rising into the sky, he could still feel her song in his bones, Her music calling to his wolf. It helped for The moment, but uncertainty still nagged at the back of his thoughts.

All at once, The breathing around him was suddenly silenced, the other werewolves holding their breath. Reacting to the sudden absence of sound, Joshua stopped his own breathing, pointed ears pricking. Faintly, he caught the sound of soft footsteps and hushed breathing heading in the pack’s direction. He even caught the soft click of what sounded like a bolt being loaded into a crossbow. Concern prickling beneath his fur, Joshua instinctively cast a quick look towards Hale, meeting the alpha’s gaze for a brief moment. The gray werewolf curled his lip and flattened his ears, Clearly stating without words that Joshua had better do his part or there would be bloody consequences. Briefly tilting his ears back, the rust colored wolf looked quickly away, paws kneading at the ground again.

It didn’t take long for the humans to show up themselves, preceded by the sounds of their passage, quiet as they were. Joshua quickly passed his golden gaze along their line, unable to keep himself from pulling his lips back from his teeth when he saw their wide array of weaponry. He saw Hale open his jaws after the first couple of hunters had gone bye and he tensed, readying for action. With an inhuman roar, the gray wolf launched himself from the bushes, paws outstretched for one of the middle hunters. To either side, other werewolves were doing likewise, snarling and howling as they attacked. With a deep breath through his muzzle, Joshua ran forward, aiming his body towards the leg’s of the nearest Hunter, planning on knocking them off their feet.

Blood in the Moonlight (Orynae x AutumnFrost)

Smells of warm bread, stew, and ale hung thick and tantalizing in the air of the Sunhaven Inn, adding to the already pleasant atmosphere of the scene. Most were there enjoying their evening in pairs or small groups, punctuated with excitement at the possibility of a game breaking out or a bard showing up to perform, but off to one side, a young man chose to sit alone, absorbed in his solitary meal. He was rather plain overall in his appearance, mild features that were easily forgotten, light brown hair and hazel eyes that blended in with the majority of the local population. Even his attire spoke of simplicity, dark browns and blacks with no flashy accessories, cut simply to look just like everybody else. But that was how Raith Telbourne preferred things.

Picking up a thick slice of bread from his plate, Raith began spreading a dollop of butter over the nut studded slice, Appearing to be completely focused on his task. in reality, he wasn’t thinking much about what he was doing beyond appearing to be enjoying his meal, all of his attention was focused on the talk of the people around him. Because that was one thing he was good at: gathering information. Information on trends in the market, secrets for blackmailing, which up and coming noble was in the market for hired labor, the information itself could widely vary, but everything was important. Raith was a spy, or a purveyor of reliable tips, or even a procurer of items of interest. It all depended on what his clients needed him for. His only lines were murder and enslavement. If those were off the table, Raith was the man to hire.

Taking a bite of his bread and turning over one of the pieces of parchment he had on his table as a prop as if reading, Raith listened for a moment to a farmer talking about his load of grain before overhearing the innkeeper mumbling about an overdue tab. Interesting details, but nothing important for the time being. Running his thumb over the edge of his plate, The young man focused his attention on a pair of newcomers to the establishment, a couple of guards down from the castle by the looks of them. Lifting his eyes from the table on the pretense of taking a drink from his mug, Raith swiftly scrutinized the two men before looking down at his plate once more. That one glance told him quite a few things. Something bad had happened at the castle, early this morning if the tired circles under the guards‘ eyes was anything to go bye, and The resulting after math was almost guaranteed to be a dire announcement when word finally got out. The only question was, what that something was. Luckily for him, the guards seemed to be keen on discussing the matter with one another, though they did so in hushed voices, which was the unlucky part of the situation. Fortunately, Raith had trained long and hard with his skills in observation and was able to piece together the majority of what passed between the guards. And what he understood made him frown.

’The Queen is dead and they honestly believe the captain of her guard did the dirty deed?’ Raith wanted to roll his eyes skyward at the very idea of such a possibility. From everything he knew about the captain, she didn’t spend 10 years of her life devoted to the protection of her majesty only to suddenly snap and murder her on a whim. True, The guards hadn’t said what sort of evidence they had on the captain, but even then he doubted he would believe anything they could present.

Rising from his table, Raith collected his papers and folded them carefully into a leather satchel before making his way over to the innkeeper and passing over a coin for his dinner. He then collected his cloak from where it hung near the front door, swung it over his shoulders, and made his way out into the still early evening. He had a man to visit before the night was out, in search of information that made his skin crawl, the ghosts from his past stirring restlessly. But with any luck, he might be able to save an innocent life.

Blood in the Moonlight (Orynae x AutumnFrost)

Clear silvery light that spilled from the face of the full moon, the night air hung muggy and warm, punctuated with the chirping of many nightly insects. Within the royal chambers of the King and Queen of the kingdom of Lethvia, the Lady Ismari stirred restlessly beneath the covers within the four poster bed, an almost silent sigh passing through her lips as she stared at the canopy overhead and listened to the gently rumbling snores of the King laying close by. She often found herself coping with troubles sleeping, So it was not surprising in the least when she came to the conclusion that sleep would continue to be an elusive companion until she had had the opportunity to relax more fully. Which meant only one thing: a walk in her private garden.

Quietly as she could manage, the young woman slid out from between the sheets and rose from the downy mattress, fingers reaching instantly for a dressing gown she kept hanging from a peg nearby for just such an occasion. Stepping into a pair of silk slippers, Queen Ismari gathered her golden tresses back into a loose ponytail that trailed down one of her shoulders before she quietly slipped through The door in the bedroom, slowly closing it behind her, and headed towards a pair of rose colored glass doors that faced out onto the immaculate palace gardens awash in moonlight. Almost as soon as she stepped out into the close night air, a soft smile of contentment spread across her lips as her gaze swept around the flowers and bushes, Immediately lingering on some of her favorites. Gathering her robe close to her body, the queen began to move among the carefully tended flora on silent slippered feet, her fingers trailing over the petals of blossoms, the leaves of The foliage.

She never saw the figure that slowly stepped up behind her.

The shadow reached out with both arms carefully, the left hand glinting with the reflection of the moon's light off a blade they gripped in a gloved hand. As the queen bent over a blooming rose to sniff at its distinctive fragrance, the stranger closed strong fingers tightly around her mouth and chin, the blade of the knife sliding across her exposed throat, The skin parting easily and spilling Crimson over her neck and chest, droplets falling among the rosebush. The queen gave a small jerk of surprise at the contact, fingers flying fruitlessly to scrabble at the hand clutching her face, a muffled scream managing to escape. But her useless struggles quickly began to slow, Her body growing limp, and the black garbed figure quietly released their hold and allowed the dying woman to crumple to the ground, not making a sound as they watched her choking and writhing limply at their feet. As she finally grew still, eyes glazing over, the figure’s hold on the knife was released, dropping the blood spattered weapon onto the ground near the corpse of the queen. Without a word, the assassin turned away from the quickly cooling body, slipping back into the shadows and disappearing back into the night once more.

They found her body after several hours had passed, dawn light beginning to touch the world as the sun rose over the mountains. One of the palace gardeners, a diligent man who always appeared first thing in the morning to attend the queen's favorite plants, discovered the body soon after he began trimming the rosebushes, immediately sending up the alarm. Guardsmen swiftly gathered to investigate, the king notified, and the investigations commenced. But after one of the Younger recruits inspected the bloody knife that had been discovered by the body, instant recognition blossomed across his face and a look of true terror lit his eyes. It was shortly after this that the pounding on the captain's door began...

Blood in the Moonlight (Caliban x AutumnFrost)

Eventually, Edith had allowed her head to sink down onto her forearms, her arms propped onto her knee, her heel on the edge of the bed. She had almost given into crying once again, but bit back the temptation with a grimace and a sharp shake of her head that made her braid sway. Then she had shut her eyes tightly and attempted to sink into a meditative state of mind.

So by the time that a set of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside her cell, The captain had nearly found a state of calm in which she could start to except what had happened to her. She didn’t, therefore, react to the sound of someone approaching... until the key turned in her door that was. The instant she heard the scrape of metal on metal, her head shot up, eyes widening with surprise. She stared at the stranger that stepped inside the room, gaze flickering over his face and trying to place him in her mind. He didn’t look like a guard she knew... Nor was he dressed like a soldier. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as he casually greeted her with a joke and a chuckle.

After a moment, she spoke. “Who are you?“ Her voice came out low, even and soft, hiding any hint of her wariness.

On the hunt for those who love to create! (SFW only)

I’m still interested in finding another story or two. :)

Blood in the Moonlight (Caliban x AutumnFrost)

For a long time, Edith simply stood in her cell, back to the heavy iron bars, silent tears running down her face. Eventually, after the tears had stopped, she slowly and stiffly stepped forward, collapsing into a seated position onto the wooden cot that had been pushed up against one wall. She looked miserably around at her surroundings with swollen eyes before her gaze drifted to the solitary sliver of a window that she was allowed. No more than 2 inches tall and a dozen inches wide, she could barely make out little more than a small slice of the sky and the cluster of weeds growing close to the building, but it at least gave her a sense of time. Slow and torturous it might be, but it was still time.

When the sunlight started slanting across the sky from The west and the colors started changing to orange, the first real activity since that morning occurred. A guard appeared outside of Edith’s cell, a tray held in his hands. His face was livid. streaked with red as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. Edith met his glare with one of her own. He snorted at her look of defiance before shoving the tray of food through a slot at the bottom of the door. But not before he spat in it first. Then he turned on his heel and marched away, not uttering a single word the entire time. Edith watched him go before eying the bowl of what looked to be broth and the crust of bread that had been given to her without a trace of interest for a brief moment before she once again looked towards the window. She had no appetite.

’What am I to do now?‘ She found herself thinking hopelessly, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists on her thighs. The guards clearly didn’t believe in The possibility of her innocence, so would there be a point to her arguing in her own defense? She had failed. In her mind, she as good as killed the queen in that case. But she hadn’t done it by her own hand...

...She wished she knew who had.

Blood in the Moonlight (Caliban x AutumnFrost)

Despite the wash of clear silvery light that spilled from the face of the full moon, the night air hung muggy and warm, punctuated with the chirping of many nightly insects. Within the royal chambers of the King and Queen of the kingdom of Lethvia, the Lady Ismari stirred restlessly beneath the covers within the four poster bed, an almost silent sigh passing through her lips as she stared at the canopy overhead and listened to the gently rumbling snores of the King laying close by. She often found herself coping with troubles sleeping, So it was not surprising in the least when she came to the conclusion that sleep would continue to be an elusive companion until she had had the opportunity to relax more fully. Which meant only one thing: a walk in her private garden.

Quietly as she could manage, the young woman slid out from between the sheets and rose from the downy mattress, fingers reaching instantly for a dressing gown she kept hanging from a peg nearby for just such an occasion. Stepping into a pair of silk slippers, Queen Ismari gathered her golden tresses back into a loose ponytail that trailed down one of her shoulders before she quietly slipped through The door in the bedroom, slowly closing it behind her, and headed towards a pair of rose colored glass doors that faced out onto the immaculate palace gardens awash in moonlight. Almost as soon as she stepped out into the close night air, a soft smile of contentment spread across her lips as her gaze swept around the flowers and bushes, Immediately lingering on some of her favorites. Gathering her robe close to her body, the queen began to move among the carefully tended flora on silent slippered feet, her fingers trailing over the petals of blossoms, the leaves of The foliage.

She never saw the figure that slowly stepped up behind her.

The shadow reached out with both arms carefully, the left hand glinting with the reflection of the moon's light off a blade they gripped in a gloved hand. As the queen bent over a blooming rose to sniff at its distinctive fragrance, the stranger closed strong fingers tightly around her mouth and chin, the blade of the knife sliding across her exposed throat, The skin parting easily and spilling Crimson over her neck and chest, droplets falling among the rosebush. The queen gave a small jerk of surprise at the contact, fingers flying fruitlessly to scrabble at the hand clutching her face, a muffled scream managing to escape. But her useless struggles quickly began to slow, Her body growing limp, and the black garbed figure quietly released their hold and allowed the dying woman to crumple to the ground, not making a sound as they watched her choking and writhing limply at their feet. As she finally grew still, eyes glazing over, the figure’s hold on the knife was released, dropping the blood spattered weapon onto the ground near the corpse of the queen. Without a word, the assassin turned away from the quickly cooling body, slipping back into the shadows and disappearing back into the night once more.

They found her body after several hours had passed, dawn light beginning to touch the world as the sun rose over the mountains. One of the palace gardeners, a diligent man who always appeared first thing in the morning to attend the queen's favorite plants, discovered the body soon after he began trimming the rosebushes, immediately sending up the alarm. Guardsmen swiftly gathered to investigate, the king notified, and the investigations commenced. But after one of the Younger recruits inspected the bloody knife that had been discovered by the body, instant recognition blossomed across his face and a look of true terror lit his eyes. It was shortly after this that the pounding on the captain's door began...

Despite the fact that she had the morning off, the second in command overseeing dawn rotations, force of a long formed habit had driven Edith Vandilla, Captain of the Queen’s personal guard, from the warmth of her bed. She had dressed in a simple pair of breaches and tunic, done her chestnut colored hair back into a long braid that traced her spine, and had just finished tugging on her boots when the hammering started on her chamber door.

“What is going on?” Edith muttered to herself as she finished lacing up her boots quickly and hurried into the front room of her chambers.

She had hardly made her way halfway across the room when the door was slammed with such an outward force, that the wood splintered around the handle and lock, forcing the door open to slam against the wall. Edith’s entire body froze with shock for a split second before she instinctively reached for the sword at her belt that wasn’t there. Head whipping around to locate her scabbard, she froze once more as a dozen armor clad soldiers hurried forward into the room, quickly spreading out before her. Blue eyes sweeping over the figures, Edith was surprised to note that, Though the majority of the soldiers were of the palace guard, four were clad in the gold and white armor of her own Queen’s guard. What’s more, her second in command was present, though he ought to be overseeing other duties. Their eyes met and there was nothing friendly in the look on the other‘s face.

“What is the meaning of this?“ Edith demanded in a steely voice that, though not raised, caused the other queens guard to shift uncomfortably.

Her second, Lionel Millgrant, was the one to answer her question, stepping forward. “Traitor to the Palace and her throne, we have come to arrest you for the murder of her highness Queen Ismarie Nandier. As Proof of your Heynis crimes, your own ceremonial dagger was discovered near her body.“

Edith felt as if the world were slipping out from beneath her feet, her head spinning. Her queen was dead? She had failed? Falling numbly to her knees, the Captain barely registered any further words, her head buzzing with questions and shock. She didn’t fight the restraints placed upon her wrists nor the guiding hands clamped tight on her upper arms. She found she couldn’t answer any questions posed to her, though the interrogation seemed to go on For endless hours, and was eventually locked away in a cell beneath the palace, left alone with a musty cot and her wild thoughts.

’I have failed.‘

On the hunt for those who love to create! (SFW only)

Why hello there! Welcome to my little corner of the community! You can call me Frost or Autumn if you like.

Before I get to interests and plots, let me get a few things out in the open first.

Just so it’s not a shock later, I am a mother and wife. My family will always be prioritized first above replies. I do try to get a response written at least once a week, sometimes twice if I'm feeling creative, but I’d appreciate some patience for those times where I am a little slower with a reply. I’ll stay in touch otherwise, with luck, so hopefully I can warn in advance if I see minimal opportunities to do some writing. I have a condition that means I can easily and frustratingly forget to respond, especially to OOC chat if present. It's annoying, I understand, but it's not just frustrating to my partners. I tend to be very self-conscious about my condition and this can lead to worry about responding after a long time and ghosting. Just message me. I'll even provide discord information so that I can be poked outside of the website. It's not obnoxious, it's helpful. I think this has been one of my biggest struggles and downfalls with finding long-term partners here.

I tend to role-play on a high casual to low Advanced level the majority of the time, so attempting to role-play at anything lower is a struggle. Good details, plot advancement, 3rd person POV, and good grammar and punctuation are things I would appreciate in a partner. One liners really kill it for me. And critique should be constructive for both of us if any is given.

Let me play my characters my way. Please don't come with a preconstructed character in story and expect me to follow the script. Role-play should be reactive and adaptable, even with cannon characters.

Please be open to talking to me outside of the role-play. I really prefer and enjoy getting to know my partners outside of the story. Things really will get along better and the storey will progress further if outside chat happens.

I would really appreciate the absence of swearing. I do not tolerate it.

I can play either gender! So if you prefer one, I can play the other if you would like romance to form. But nothing says that there has to be romance in a story for it to be good. If you enjoy romance, know that I will only play M x F and zero smut.

I’m blind, so if we use character sheets and you decide to use a picture for your character, please include a written description of your character somewhere.

And if you haven't been scared off and decided to hit that back button yet, please continue reading. Perhaps something will tickle your fancy. :)

|GENRES|

Fantasy
Modern
Medieval
Historical
Mystery
Supernatural
Action
Slice of life
Urban Fantasy
Soft Science Fiction
Retold Fairytales

|possible Pairings|
-These are not the only pairings I will do!

Werewolf x Human
Werewolf x Werewolf
Werewolf x Animal Shifter
Animal Shifter x Human
Animal Shifter x Animal Shifter
Tall guy x Short girl
Dragon x Human
Popular x Shy/Nerd
Vampire x Human
Vampire x Werewolf
Famous x Fan/Unaware
Noble x Commoner/Guard

|FANDOMS|
(Canon or Original)

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Pokémon
The Legend of Zelda
Fruits Basket
Yu Yu Hakusho
Harvest Moon
Stardew Valley
Warrior Cats
Harry Potter (Books only)
Mercy Thompson
The enchanted Forest series
Twilight Saga (Books Only)
Mistborn
Fablehaven
Aralorn
Redwall
The 10th Kingdom
Star Trek
Doctor Who
World of Warcraft
Dungeons & Dragons

|PLOTS|

ORIGINAL

Blood in the Moonlight

late one night, an assassin sneaks into the palace grounds and into the private gardens of the Queen. She is murdered and evidence is left behind that frames the Captain of her personal Royal guard. The captain is apprehended soon after the body is discovered, though they adamantly claim to have no involvement. Awaiting death, locked away in a prison cell, The captain is faced with the need to come to terms that no one will believe their innocence and they will be executed. But before the execution can take place, a mysterious figure appears, claiming to have knowledge of the captain's innocence and that they hold the skills necessary to perform a prison break. Should the captain trust this person? And if they do, will they join together to uncover the actual murderer? What other plots will be uncovered if the two should go down such a road...

The Mystery of The Black Hare

Set in the generic Irish or Scottish countryside of early 19th Century, a young lord has just inherited his Uncle's country manor after his death. To celebrate his new found wealth and position, he decides to host a grand hunt. Amid The enjoyment of the several day event, he learns of an old story of a mysterious creature that appears in the woods surrounding his property. The mysterious black hare that the locals seem to hold in both fear and awe sparks The desire to hunt down such a famed animal and an exciting new hunt begins. Only when he gets separated from the rest of the party and loses his way in the woods, a young woman living in an ancient cottage is the one to come to his aid. A young woman he takes a fancy to, despite the fine ladies his mother continues to press upon him. Later, he hears from his guests how they almost caught the hare, one dog had her by the leg even! And then the young man recalls how the Woman in the woods walked with a limp, her leg freshly bandaged...

Portals to the Nether (Taken)

Somewhere in the north of the kingdom of Elethria, dark magic is beginning to stir, opening gateways to realms cursed with evil, raising the dead from their graves... Those Who have managed to flee The affected areas bring with them stories of gruesome creatures and rotting corpses, pleading for something to be done. But it isn’t until Riftka, a major port city, is destroyed that the lesser nobles in the surrounding cities decide to contact the king about the disaster. When King Microm finally received the news, he called an immediate counsel with his most trusted advisors, determined to come up with a solution. Two names were brought up, letters drafted, and request of aid sent to those whom the council believed would be able to help their kingdom. Now it is up to the recipients of those letters to decide whether or not to investigate or pass along the Job to someone else. And if they do except the task, whether or not to involve others. One thing is for sure, something needs to be done before the kingdom falls.

Blood Trails (Strongly Craving)(

In The modern world, it’s hard to imagine things like werewolves and other supernatural creatures existing. But with the advance of forensic science, the werewolves decide that it’s time for them to reveal their existence before the humans stumble upon the truth and shatter the illusion humanity has held on to. Unfortunately for them, about the same time of their big reveal, a rash of strange disappearances and violent murders begin occurring in and around the city of Chicago. Fearing that the human authorities might jump to the conclusion that the newly exposed werewolves are the causes of the sudden rise in deaths, The Alpha over all the alphas decides to send one of his own wolves to investigate, preemptively contacting the government to inform them of his decision. Only the government isn’t very happy with the idea of a werewolf investigating a string of murders that very well may be caused by one of their own kind. So they send one of their own agents to accompany the unwilling wolf and together they must learn to work together to uncover the truth behind the disappearances.

(I'm interested in playing the werewolf at this time.)

Untold Secrets

When a young woman is hired on to be the governess of The children of a nobleman who has recently been made a widower, all seems right and pleasant in the Bellview Estate. But as time passes and she gets to know the family and servants better, she begins to uncover clues of a mystery lurking within the manor house. Will she strive to uncover the secrets? Or will she flee, turning her back on the whole affair?

FANDOMS

My Little Pony: Secret of the Storms

Lately in the land of Equestria, the weather has been acting strangely. Unscheduled storms, unseasonal conditions, and tempests of every size and shape are beginning to form, steadily increasing in frequency and devastation. The Ponies are baffled. No Pegasus can fly anywhere close to the unnatural clouds, can't use their wings to deter any wind, and even unicorn Magic has failed to penetrate invisible barriers, more often than not rebounding on the unsuspecting caster. At a loss for what to do and with the princesses absorbed in trying to help the kingdom's citizens with damages already sustained, A cry for help goes out to the only ponies willing to investigate.

My Little Pony: Transformation

Unbeknownst to the ponies of Equestria, one unicorn seeks The downfall of the happy kingdom. After years of plotting, they formulate a spell that will allow them to summon a being with the knowledge of the type of mass destruction they will need to topple the princesses... and end upplucking an unsuspecting being straight out of the human world. But quite to the unicorn's chagrin, the human is transformed in the process, becoming a pony themselves, one of millions. Now they have to travel the land of Equestria in search of their secret weapon, but this gives the human Time to be discovered, time for somepony else to come across them and feel the need to help such a confused pony...

-One of us would be playing the transformed human, the other would be playing the pony that discovers them.

Legend of Zelda: Scars of Twilight

After the events in Twilight Princess, you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Link is struggling with some emotional turmoil, would you? He’s tried to return to his life as a simple ranchhand, a member of a small village society, but he’s finding it’s difficult. And while he’s struggling with this, word reaches him in the form of a personal letter from Zelda herself that she needs his help once again. Shortly after the upheaval of setting the World back to Wrights and banishing Ganon, she had gotten married and later given birth to a son. Her son, two years old at this point, has been kidnapped. She’s asking Link, along with the messenger who delivered the letter, to track down the people who took her son and return him safely. How will Link fair, struggling as he is? And will his new companion help or hinder the process?

Can be a romance side plot or simply friendship.

Dungeons & Dragons: Curse of Strahd; Into the Mist

Strahd von Zarovich is a sadistic vampire who rules over his dread realm with an iron and bloody fist. Frequently, he lures unsuspecting adventurers into his domain, trapping them there and terrorizing them with mind games and cat and mouse strategies before inevitably killing them or turning them into his spawn for his own pleasure. When yet another group of heroes are drawn into the cursed land of Borovia, he’s prepared to do to them what he has done with all the others. But what if these adventurers actually manage to uncover his secrets, his weaknesses, and prove to be his downfall?

I started running this adventure for my family a while back and never had the opportunity to actually finish the story. I’d absolutely love the opportunity to run through this adventure with a partner, each of us taking a couple of characters of the party now trapped in the vampire‘s realm. I could write in most of the twists and turns, but would enjoy a partner who would be willing to throw in their own surprises as well, making this a more unique story. I wouldn’t want to be too strict about actual D&D rules, but would like to see character growth and development that holds the spirit of leveling up and learning new moves. Bonus if you’ve actually played dungeons and dragons, but it’s not a necessity.

The One They Call The Shadow

As long as there have been pirates, there have been ghost stories.. One such story tells of a ship that sails the water without human hand to guide her course, filled with gold and jewels the likes of which human eyes have never seen before. We are the ones that will find the treasure, sailing the seas and hunting down the rumors that will finally prove the legends were true But will it all be worth it in the end?

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! Feel free to send me a private message or post here if you are interested in starting a story together. And remember, you can always throw your own ideas at me, nothing says that we have to do any of mine. I look forward to hearing from you soon!

Particular cravings at the moment: Harry Potter | Pokémon | Werewolves

Human disguise (ThatWeirdChick x AutumnFrost)

Having finally rolled off the bed, Cinead had shuffled his way into his small kitchen, rubbing at his eyes as he shook off the last of the sleep. Pulling out a frying pan and a package of bacon he had in the refrigerator, he went about making himself breakfast. Sometimes, he regretted the process of cooking his food, but he had found out the hard way that his human body didn’t handle raw meat as well as his true body did... Grimacing slightly at the memory, he peeled away some of the strips of bacon and put them into the frying pan, where they almost instantly started to pop and sizzle.

His phone vibrated loudly from the top of the microwave, the metal frame amplifying the sound. Cinead washed his hands swiftly before picking it up, opening the screen and almost immediately looking surprised.

“So she does have a mate...” He murmured to himself, leaning back against the counter as he typed out a message.

‘That’s just fine. I was thinking sometime this afternoon, perhaps for lunch. I have a test that I need to get to this morning.’

Blood Trails (Shaitarn x AutumnFrost)

After what seemed to be a long time, Joseph’s attention flickered to someone who was looking at his hat with an expression of recognition crossing their face. He took her in with an assessing sweep of his eyes and couldn’t help the slight frown that tugged down The corners of his mouth. He hadn’t been expecting to work with a woman. Even after living through years of change, he still felt uncomfortable with the idea of a woman putting herself in danger on purpose. Old fashioned, as some of the younger wolves in his pack would have said. But that was just who he was. So he watched unhappily as the redhead approached, her steps stealthy and misdirecting.

As she eventually stopped near him, leaving no doubt that she was the partner who had been sent to work with him, Joseph flared his nostrils slightly, taking in her scent. Over The smell of his hot chocolate, he caught hints of the people flowing around them, of the car the woman had been driving, her shampoo, the hint of gun powder and metal that spoke of a concealed weapon, and the underlying essence of who she was. Who Kathleen O’Connell was. Or rather, who she was on the surface. Considering her hand as she offered it after giving her name, Joseph took it politely, Giving her hand a small shake before dropping it quickly.

“Yes, we do need to talk.” He at last responded, meeting the woman‘s eyes thoughtfully. “ and if you would prefer to do so somewhere warm, then I wouldn’t say no to getting another drink.”

Glancing in the direction Kate had tilted her head, the werewolf started off at a brisk pace, pausing only long enough to hold the door open for her. Coffee scented hot air washed over Joseph as he stood next to the open door, tempting him to crinkle his nose with distaste, though he managed to keep his expression neutral. He had never been one to enjoy the taste, or smell, of coffee.