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Do you feel the hunger Does it howl inside? Does it terrify you? Or do you feel alive?

Karliene - Become the Beast

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Watching in silence as a woman staggered up to the counter, an unsteadiness about her that signified some kind of problem - a problem the horsewoman knew not to question herself; it was none of her business, even if she felt compelled to make it so - Jaclyn took a long moment to study her disheveled appearance; she certainly gave off the air of someone who’d had a rough time of it. Could she be in trouble? No … no. This was not her problem. “Does time pass slowly for you then?” If life was hellish for her, then there was a high possibility that time had a tendency to drag on. Was that not how it worked? Then, glancing from the woman to the waiter currently tending the counter, who’d arrived to count her change, Jaclyn added pleasantly, “As odd as this may sound, I don’t mind covering the cost of whatever it is you wish to buy.” Help was help regardless of the form it took. 

Howie fell motionless for a moment. Most of her transgressions ended almost as soon as they started; most people didn’t want to have conversations with someone who could be as cynical as she was. And for the most part, that was what she preferred. To be left alone. Undisturbed by curious bystanders. Even so, for some reason her eyes found the woman’s face once more, a rough humourless laugh escaping her “It feels like I’ve been alive for an eternity” It was a rare moment of transparency for her. Speaking freely with a stranger without giving any real information away. Being pessimistic- A downer as the children of this generation would say came naturally to her it was just an added bonus that it usually kept people away from her. Her tongue rolled over the dry, cracked skin that coated her lower lip, her fingers fidgeting with each other as her gaze fell once more “Take your charity to whomever needs it. I have more than enough change to cover a coffee”

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benxwilliams:

Mortals. Weak. Pathetic. Almost saddening, as they live their pitiful, short life rushing from one meaningless event to another. Holding their humanity oh so high. Wanting to live what short amount of time they had the fullest. Often, he’d catch himself watching them in silence. Even now, after centuries. They intrigued him. What drove them. The way their hearts beat, their souls screamed. He was the face they’d see last as death claimed the burning fire within them. Heavy boots, barely audible in the crowd of people roaming the streets of L.A., left the smallest of stones crunching beneath his weight. Amber eyes scanning the busy mess of mortals and immortals alike. Beings that, for centuries, people worshiped. Feared. Some, never truly believed in until their worst nightmares came true one day. Creatures feeding on their flesh, claiming their souls, deciding their fate with powers unfathomable to human nature. The back of his neck crackled as Ben rested a large, cool hand on his nape for the cervical vertebra to find their place once more. Long night. Rough couple of days. Although he was trying his best to stay long, out of the chaos that erupted within their kinds - inevitably - it was still affecting his life. The one he had reluctantly accepted to lead, within mortals, stripped of his authority and power. The meaning that his life once had. Instead of bearing the souls of parted to guide them to their final destination, he was finding them instead. Private investigation. Working in the shadows by himself. At least that was something he was fairly familiar with. 

Flecks of gold shimmered in the tall mans eyes as a heavy breath of air escaped his lungs, long fingers buried in the pockets of a pair of dark jeans. He could feel them. Sense the upcoming dread of souls ready to leave, to start a new chapter of their journey. These days, it was almost overwhelming. Bennett could take them, give them some sort of peace, but after Project Stratax, there was little he could do for them in the sense of sending them to their destination. Couldn’t carry them over to the underworld anymore. So instead, he’d store them. Screaming and bashing, relentless beings that had no place nor home. He stopped in his tracks, eyes tightly shut as he inhaled deeply. Calmed his nerves, blended out his surroundings. Sometimes he damned fate, for choosing him to be the bringer of death. His brother’s had it easier. Pity that they couldn’t switch positions. As Bennett opened his eyes again, he found himself leaning against a wall, a single droplet of blood trickling down his philtrum, spreading on his lips. Every day the same damn ordeal. “Ah, Fuck.” The man cursed under his breath, eyes landing on the first person that walked past him. “Hey, got a tissue?”

Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, damping the little hairs the sprawled out from her hairline. Las Vegas was a lot hotter than where she usually resided in the north but it was a nice change. Something she felt her life had needed. And the heat only made the familiar scent of human flesh that much more evident. The cold weather didn’t hide it but the heat amplified it. The salty sweet scent lingering in the air. She sat in the same spot she sat everyday, a small table set up and waiting for someone to take a seat across from her. Her clothing was eccentric but not the point where it was over the top. She traded cash for false hope. Read the palms of women who believed too far into the unknown. Tossed tarot cards around and told them stories of how their lives would be filled with happiness- family and love. Something she knew all too well wasn’t a possibility for everyone. It wasn’t ideal but she made enough cash to cover her rent in a shady apartment; to give herself a place to call home even if it was falling apart. And being able to watch people without anyone thinking anything odd about it was a bonus. It made being what she was all that much easier. 

Howahkan glanced up as she felt the presence of someone beside her, the sharp scent of blood hitting her hard as she sat there starving as if she had never eaten a day in her life. A constant feeling for the girl. Strangely, he looked familiar. The face of a man she felt like she had seen before but she couldn’t place where or when. After a while most faces looked the same. Without a word, the Windego reached into her bag a pulled out a small, half empty pack of tissues and with dirty hands she handed them over to him. She wasn’t usually one to help someone in need but he lacked that distinct human smell and that peaked her interest. “You alright?” she asked though the lack of concern in her voice deceived her goodhearted intentions “I mean- do you need a hospital or doctor or something? Or is fumbling around and getting nosebleeds a normal thing for you?”

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❛   five minutes of quiet   ❜   muninn MUTTERS, his wrinkled brow alluding to the possibility of throbbing temples.  ❛   is that too much to ask?   ❜

“In a public place in the heart of the capital of sin?” The girl quipped, her brow cocked as she side-eyed her company “I think you’re shit out of luck”

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Sitting straight as a board at the counter, gloved hands folded primly in her lap - she was one of the several people currently occupying it - Jaclyn absently glanced around the crowded room, then turned to give her half-empty cup of coffee a despondent look. “Do you sometimes wish time would just stop?” She breathed a soft sigh of regret for all the time wasted on unavoidable orders and offered her neighbor a small, sheepish smile. “Impossible wish, isn’t it?”

Howahkan stumbled into the small cafe, the first lights of dawn shining through the open window and illuminating the warm room as she did so. She was exhausted but still felt like she was starving even after a night of feasting. By this point she was used to it. The emptiness. The way her demons clawed at her stomach lining. Urged her to eat more and more. Her hand found her way into her pocket and some coins were placed sloppily on the counter. She looks down, hands covered in dirt, brownish red grime under her nails from the night prior. “Whatever that will get me” she mumbled before quickly pulled her hand away, her eyes landed on the seated woman. “No. Life is already hellish enough. Why would I want to prolong it?”

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hxginn:

❛   — THIS BIRD’S EYE VIEW SUCKS,  ❜   Huginn harrumphs as he balances easily and skillfully on the sturdy, marble curvature — found on the back of a bench situated between two popular shops. Having the balance and reflexes of a raven certainly helps to keep one upright, with very little fear of falling.  ❛  HOW’RE YOU SUPPOSED TO SEE ANYTHING WHEN YOU’RE SO LOW TO THE GROUND?  ❜

“You’re on top of a bench” The girl tilted her head up so dark eyes landed on him, flicking up and down his form before raising her brows. She could tell from scent alone that he wasn’t human. He lacked that sweet allure that always drew her in. Consumed her every thought. Her gaze fell once she was bored of him, landing back on the bag she was rummaging through “What the hell do you expect?. Grow wings and fly or go hang out on the roof of one of those stupidly tall hotels. I’m sure the view from there would be much better”

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potniaxtheron:

“Is it against man’s law to own a bobcat?”

“Yes. Not to mention no matter how cute or cuddly a wild animal is, they shouldn’t be caged or taken into your home. Their wild for a reason”

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THOSE WHO HAUNT THE EARTH: WENDIGO

The wendigo is a demonic creature appearing in the legends of the Algonquian peoples along the Atlantic Coast of the United States and Canada. It is a malevolent, cannibalistic creature strongly associated with winter, the North, and coldness, as well as with famine and starvation. The wendigo is described as gaunt and emaciated, with the ash grey complexion of a corpse. Wendigos were also symbols of gluttony, greed, and excess. Never satisfied after killing and consuming one person, they were constantly searching for new victims. Humans could turn into wendigos if they ever resorted to cannibalism or became possessed by the demonic spirit of a wendigo. Once transformed, the individual would turn violent and obsess over eating human flesh. The most frequent cause of transformation into a wendigo was if a person had resorted to cannibalism, consuming the body of another human in order to keep from starving to death during a time of extreme hardship.

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Wendigo

“The Wendigo was gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled tautly over its bones.”

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The Wendigo are cannibalistic monsters that were once human. If people become lost in the woods of Blackwood Pines, hunger and starvation drive them to resort to cannabilism in order to stay alive. Their teeth become sharper, their pupils turn white, their bodies resemble that of skeletons, and their vision becomes movement-based. And in three days, they fully transform.