#Argent Vigil

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if coad ever needs proof that its living permanently rent free in the pcuoids heads all year every year then look no further

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literally minutes after calling out teyha they're proving that you are inside their minds and they actively watch your blog!

good show!

Of course, 'not pcu' Veilbound Vanguard/Ebon Onslaught big pandaren pillar of roleplay (and close buddy to Sathrynn no less) Kuwei and Dekarn/Teyha have been long term viewers of our blog for years.

Also, very cool my dudes! Making light of mental conditions and illnesses, how very 2010 /pol/ fashy-core! But thank you contributor, for letting us know we own their attention. Not that we desire it, but we have it.

[maria021015]

Teen Wolf characters as dogs and why.

1. Stiles Stilinski - German Shepherd

Stiles is for sure a German Shepherd for the following reasons;

- Police dogs

- Can be aggressive and hostile towards strangers

- Is hyper-vigilant

- Can be highly strung

- Has way too much energy for his own good

- Intelligent, Loyal, Protective, Stubborn, Curious, Brave

2. Scott McCall - Golden Retriever

Scott is a Golden Retriever for the following reasons;

- Kind, Friendly, Reliable, Trustworthy, Playful, Devoted, and Patient

- Eager to Please

- Great with strangers/too trusting of strangers

- A gentle and loving nature

3. Lydia Martin - Pomeranian

Lydia is a Pomeranian for the following reasons;

- Both bright, loyal, brave, curious, feisty, playful, and bold

- Can be attention-seeking

- Very extroverted and social

- Great hair

4. Allison Argent - Rhodesian Ridgeback

Allison is a Rhodesian Ridgeback for the following reasons;

- Both energetic, playful, independent and loving

- Can be really aggressive and stubborn

- Dignified, Sensitive, Intelligent, Mischievous, Loyal, Strong Willed

- Natural watch dogs and family protectors

5. Isaac Lahey - Chihuahua

- Can be skittish and lash out with violence

- Talks the talk but often can’t walk the walk (yappy)

- Alert, Courageous, Devoted,

- Strong attachment to owners (or alphas)

- Do better in calm environments

- Prone to nervousness and anxiety

6. Derek Hale - Pitbull

Derek is a Pitbull for the following reasons;

- Has a bad reputation for being aggressive but this is due to bad stigma

- Stubborn, can be aggressive, athletic, loyal, courageous, strong-willed

- However they can be very affectionate and gentle

DISCLAIMER: Credit to the following user who has a similar post. I got a lot of these ideas from them, but wanted to contribute with my own perspective too.

BONUS - My oc Zaida Callis - Australian Shepherd/Boarder Collie

- Intelligent, fast-learners, hard-working, loyal, affectionate, devoted, loves family life, protective,

- Can become destructive if bored and not provided the proper mental and physical stimulation

- Can be aggressive towards perceived threats

[forgottenroisin]

Sigils From Around the World

THE ROYAL HOUSE OF THE RIVERBEND

Portcullis: protection in an emergency

Sable (black): constancy or grief

Or (gold/yellow): generosity and elevation of the mind

Tawny or Tenné (orange/brown): worthy ambition

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

THE NOBLE HOUSE OF LORCAN

Cygnet/Swan: poetic harmony and learning, and/or lover thereof, perfection, beauty, grace, light, love, sincerity, (where gorged with a crown around its neck) previous + dignity

Fountain/lake/water/waves: a spring, purification, life, truth, change, water, sea, fountain of life

Castle: safety, spiritiual strength and vigilance, home. may represent an actual building in addition to these meanings

Mountain/rock: (the site doesn’t include this but…its there…in my heart…) security, shelter, protection

Mural Crown: defender of a fortress, token of civic honor; one who first mounted the breach in the walls of a fortress; power

Gules (red/pink): warrior or martyr; military strength and magnanimity (pink: romance, love, friendship, passivity, femininity)

Azure (blue): truth and loyalty

Argent (white/silver): peace and sincerity

Or (gold/yellow): generosity and elevation of the mind

THE NOBLE HOUSE OF MALCONAIRE

Oak tree w/ acorns: great age and strength, peace and concordance, virtue and strength; continuous growth and fertility; antiquity, strength

Acorn: indepdence, strength, antiquity, plenty

Snowdrop (flower): humility, purity, hope; hope and joy

Ivy: strong and lasting friendship, eternal life

Vine: strong and lasting friendship, industry, plenty

Vert (green): hope, joy, loyalty in love

Argent (white/silver): peace and sincerity

Or (gold/yellow): generosity and elevation of the mind

Tawny/tenné (brown/orange): worthy ambition

[zoetic-tome]

Prompt 21: Vigil

Prompt: Grave - FFXIV Write 2023  Characters: Helionne Content Warning: Mentions of death. 

Once, Coerthas had been beautiful. It’s trees were green, its landscape painted the self same. Now, snow and the cold that came with it littered the landscape, leaving it frozen and devoid. Not just devoid. Afflicted. 

The brown haired woman tightened her grip on the reins in her hands, and drew her chocobo to a stop. It had not been a painfully long ride, from Whitebrim to where she and Argent now stopped, but it had been a long enough ride that she was eager to give the bird a break and a chance to rest. 

No mission, suspicion of heretics, or sighting of dragons had brought here to the icy field at the base of Snowcloak. This time, she was visiting a person. If that person knew they were visited, only the Fury could speak of it. For many, Snowcloak had been an obstacle. A preventative that kept people from parts of the Coerthan highlands. 

For Helionne, it served as a painful reminder. For her husband Ardenant, it served as his grave. It had been years since the Calamity had claimed his life, and the massive shifts the event had brought to Coerthas had plunged it into the snowy landscape that she had traversed to reach here. He had been on the other side of the pass, him and the company of knights he served with. 

They hadn’t even been married an entire year. He had never made it home. 

And now as she did once a year every year, Helionne swept the cloak fastened about her back so she could kneel into the snow. Despite the chill, it barely even bit through the heavy greaves she wore. Her head bowed, and fingers wrapped around the rosary she usually kept tucked inside her armor. 

She prayed. That he had found his place in the Fury’s halls. That he was well and content and that he did not linger behind amid the snow and the cold and the lost.  More importantly, she prayed that he would forgive her for not being on the other side of the pass with him that day. 

A half a bell passed like that, the woman in quiet recitation, until Argent lowered his head and bumped against her back, reminding her that while she might not be cold, he was. She turned, lifting a hand to place it atop her birds head, before she pushed to stand.

“I know." She smiled up at the bird, but the expression was sad. She paced a few steps to ease the subtle ache that the chill had brought with it. A moment later she moved to swing up into the saddle, turning to direct Argent back towards Whitebrim.

"We’ll go home.” She murmured down to the bird as she leaned to run a hand down his feathered neck. She had done her duty. And next year, she would find herself once more, kneeling at the base of the great glacier of ice, head bowed and lips parted in prayer. Some day, she would move on. Some day, she might no longer come to mourn her first love.

But not today.

[catboyclarity]

fear for argent!

What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

He is so extremely terrified of failing other people. Not just letting them down, but letting them come to horrible damage or die. He put himself in a work position where the stakes are genuinely quite high, because he’s working with generally about two dozen traumatized people, most of which are children and teenagers.

He has lost people, he has failed people, and he deals with this by being hyper-vigilant and placing 100% of every single burden on himself. He can’t trust other people not to fail, he’s the only person he can control but he also can’t trust himself.

He takes great pains to hide this from everyone, because how can he help people if they know he’s scared? Nicky might be the only person on the planet who knows this about him. Most people read his behavior as him being a genuine workaholic or garden variety control freak rather than stemming from deep trauma and fear. He’s kind of actively destroying himself!

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Five of Pentacles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55643236 by pixieblade The mage sits alone, watching the stars glitter above and the world below bathe in the soft moon light and sighs, wistfully. She has neither friends nor enemies, for she must maintain the balance of the world. She sort of hates the balance though, and wonders what would happen, should she step-down from this lonely vigil and take up the sword and shield to defend those she might one day call family. Then remembers that she doesn't have one, closes her eyes, and weeps. --- Spiritual poverty, material troubles, insecurity, hard times, neglecting the body's needs, being ostracized and excluded. Words: 11237, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 27 of The Arcana Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Cora Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale's Father, Talia Hale, Derek Hale's Grandfather, Derek Hale's Grandmother, Alan Deaton Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Peter Hale Additional Tags: Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Peter Hale, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Spark Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dynamics, Pack Family, Found Family, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Neglected Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski's Name is Mieczysław, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Derek Hale Uses Actual Words, Stiles Stilinski is Seventeen, Alpha & Emissary Relationship(s) (Teen Wolf), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Introspection, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Alpha Pack Arc (Teen Wolf), Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Pack Beta Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55643236

[sterek-ao3feed]

Five of Pentacles

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55643236

by pixieblade

The mage sits alone, watching the stars glitter above and the world below bathe in the soft moon light and sighs, wistfully. She has neither friends nor enemies, for she must maintain the balance of the world. She sort of hates the balance though, and wonders what would happen, should she step-down from this lonely vigil and take up the sword and shield to defend those she might one day call family.

Then remembers that she doesn't have one, closes her eyes, and weeps.

---

Spiritual poverty, material troubles, insecurity, hard times, neglecting the body's needs, being ostracized and excluded.

Words: 11234, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 27 of The Arcana

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Cora Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale's Father, Talia Hale, Derek Hale's Grandfather, Derek Hale's Grandmother

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Peter Hale

Additional Tags: Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Peter Hale, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Spark Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dynamics, Pack Family, Found Family, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Neglected Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski's Name is Mieczysław, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Derek Hale Uses Actual Words, Stiles Stilinski is Seventeen, Alpha & Emissary Relationship(s) (Teen Wolf), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Introspection

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55643236

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Chapter 14: We’re gonna need a bigger boat.

In a bustling city, in a fairly nondescript high rise, sat two detectives, human in appearance. They were waiting in the hallway, sitting on the benches, when two other men showed up in pitch black suits. The female detective elbow jabbed the male detective, who had been snoozing while waiting. With a bit of a snort and a groan, he stirs and looks at the two men in suits. The two stood up and greeted the newcomers, ushering them into a secure conference room, the male detective having a french accent, “Gentlemen, Welcome to ACME. We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival! I am Detective Chase Devineaux and this is my partner, Detective Julia Argent.”

“We know who you are. What we don’t know is how to deal with an individual that you may be quite familiar with. I am Agent Q, this is my partner Agent T. We are here investigating an incident that happened a few weeks ago involving a tapestry that was stolen from one of your museums in Italy.” One of the men explained, pulling up a hologram of a video feed showing a female figure in a red coat and hat, stealing the tapestry. “La Femme Rouge!” Julia exclaimed, “But thats impossible, thats the day we were chasing her in Moscow. How can she be in two places at once? We physically were in pursuit!”

The feed kept rolling, and they saw different creatures come from the thief had entered and she was instructing the creatures how to hang up the duplicate. The duplicate however was not the same, the figures were very different. Chase looked closer at the zoom in of the duped tapestry, “Are those… colorful.. horses? Why would they put up a tapestry of colorful horses?!” Julia gripped Chase’s sleeve. “Its not her, Look! The Carmen lookalike isn’t human either! She’s… a unicorn?”

Chase laughed heartily. “Gentlemen, you cannot expect us to believe that aliens and mythical creatures are here to steal artwork. Thats preposterous! Those are those… people in costumes.. what are they called? Fuzzies?” Julia tapped her chin, “You’re thinking of Furries but no. If they are, these costumes are far superior to even what Hollywood special effects can do.” Agent T cleared his throat, “We suspect that these individuals are not of this earth which is what we specialize in, but it also seems they are not of this universe as well. We have been reaching out to any known experts on Interdimensional travel and sadly have come up short. We have knowledge of this universe and even time travel but we are still trying to crack the code on parallel worlds. We figure that since this team of thieves is highly similar to a known criminal in your circle, we best come to you for ideas on how to capture or even speak to them.”

Julia sighs, and shakes her head, “Sadly we have not even come close to capturing Carmen Sandiego, much less even known of a doppleganger alien. But.. perhaps.. I could reach out to Team Red?” Chase raised an eyebrow, “You have La Femme Rouge’s number this whole time?!” Julia blushed and brushed some hair behind her ear, “Not quite. Its not a direct number.. but I do set up dates to go on with Carmen when she’s not causing havoc.” Chase clapped his hands onto his head “You’ve been DATING Carmen Sandiego?! Why haven’t you apprehended her yet?! That could give us the promotion we’ve been fighting for!” Julia crossed her arms, “I do not mix work and personal life, and I stand by that.” The men in black nodded with her, “To civilian officers like you, work and life balance are key. Unless there is immediate danger or urgent matters, that line should not cross. We on the other hand cannot go by that rule. The fate of this planet depends on us being vigilant 24/7.”

Julia had texted Team Red and was awaiting a reply. A phone-call rang instead. Julia picked up and Player’s voice came over the line “Hey Jules, its Player, the team is out for street tacos at the moment. I read your message and could you fill me in a bit more? I’m a bit lost.” Julia set the call on speakerphone a moment. “Player, what I am about to say is very extremely Top Secret but I have some gentlemen here from the MIB.” The was a pause, “The MIB, like the alien protection movie MIB with Will Smith?” Agent Q spoke up, “Its a bastardization of an example thanks to Hollywood but yes. The same secret organization that deals with extraterrestrials.”

Another pause, “HOLY CRAP I SWEAR I DID NOT DO ANYTHING! I DID NOT HACK THE PENTAGON OR AREA 51 ON MY SCHOOL BREAK! I’M JUST A SIMPLE WHITE HAT HACKER!” Julia tried to get him to settle down, “Player! They’re not here for you! They want help capturing… Carmen.” Player was audibly confused, “Why would they want Carmen?? We haven’t even targeted anything like that. Its mostly been museum hits… unless Ancient Egyptian pyramid WERE made by aliens!!” Agent Q looked at Julia who was facepalming. “So sorry, he’s still in high school.”

“I have my entrance exam to college next week!” Player corrected, “But again, how does this involve Carmen?” Agent T tracks the call and establishes connection and sends over the video feed. Player could be heard freaking out at the sudden connection and says “Oh. Its from you guys.. wait.. that looks like Carmen! But her coat and hat are different styles. This is more of a panama type hat while Carmen uses a wide brim fedora.. Hold on.. IS THAT A DRAGON?! WAIT.. what?! Is this a furry filter or something?? Maybe someone edited this to make it look like… no, it looks too real. The cgi is extremely convincing..” Chase butted in, “Its not cgi, its real Fuzzies from another planet.” Some typing was heard and Player sounded as puzzled as they were. “This is from Italy, Team Red was in Moscow at this time..” Julia confirmed, “Thats what I told them! We were on the case chasing them!” Player typed more, sighing in frustration, “I think we need a Team Red and ACME truce and meet up face to face. I think this is bigger than all our cat and mouse heists.” Agent T agreed, “This may be best if your chief was not in this conversation at this time. We will vouch for you if they need to be updated, but perhaps this occupational rivalry needs to take a pause for this case.”

[avatarvyakara]

Let’s just say the saga continues, and the work will too…

The beginnings of Crimson Shades.

4. Acharné

(adj) fierce, bitter, stubborn, furious, keen, determined

The only way to keep sane in this world, thinks Chase, is to think about it in terms of black and white. One side moves, another side is moved against. It doesn’t have to be equal. It almost never is.

The job of Interpol is to be the reaction to the moves. To chase down—aha—those who consider themselves beyond the reach of the law, and show them that their actions have consequences. Chase started as a gendarme and worked his way up—his whole career has been about the beat. Understand the crime, catch the criminal, let the Justice of the People take its dutiful course. In recent days, he’s found his niche in the middle ground—in the hunt.

(It makes him feel alive.

It lets him live.)

A new criminal—an international super-thief breaking all the rules. Out in public, dressed head to toe in bright red, seemingly incongruous and inexplicably linked robberies from countries across the globe. Theories abound at Interpol, from publicity stunts by a very ostentatious insurance saleswoman, to the superhuman delusions of a colourblind kleptomaniac schizophrenic, to the machinations of a secret organization using the distraction of their ringleader’s antics to perform more low-publicity operations without detection. Smoke hiding fire and so on. Chase, naturally, is above such petty speculation.

(Although the ringleader argument does make the most sense, when you think about it.)

And now, a partner. A rookie, more like. An English woman—well, that’s hardly a crime. But an English woman who speaks only English, well, that makes things awkward. An English woman with doctorates, skipping all the steps along the road in becoming an officer, treating it like a game. An English woman like all English, seeing in France a cultural marvel, a museum—a mausoleum—for its decadent beauty and debauchery-filled history, instead of a living, breathing entity that must be cared for and loved, sins and sainthoods alike. An English woman who treats the job like a puzzle, marvelling over antiques and pieces of art as if they will mean anything at all to the criminals seeking them out, instead of the straightforward plan and the risks the work carries. La vaurienne en rose certainly won’t care, whatever it is she has in mind and pocket tonight.

Ms. Argent has to learn to turn off her ramblings and focus on the street. But the infuriating woman won’t speak up for herself and won’t listen to what he’s trying to explain in the English he’s had to brush up on for this assignment. She just won’t budge.

“Dull facts about boring things” is the nicest way he can find to say “Focus on your damn job so I don’t have to bury you too”.

No point in taking it out on her, though. He just has to remind himself of that.

A mint to the mouth. Fuel for thought. Keeps him awake. Alert. Ever-vigilant. It’s an old trick, and it’s been invaluable on stakeouts for years.

“Sit back,” he says, finishing his speech (like he said, he’s been practicing his English). “Watch, and learn how to catch a thief.”

“She’s right there!”

…maybe he needs to take more mints these days.

The night air is cold against his face as Ms. Argent finally bucks up and points out their quarry.

“Remain here!”

“And radio for assistance?”

And scare The Blood-Thief away again? When full contingents couldn’t pin her down in Shanghai? This needed a different approach. One that a fast-lane newbie wasn’t going to be able to help with.

“No! The Crimson Ghost is mine!”

(A more sensible Chase, from the long-ago days of last month, would have appreciated her letting the local police know about their movements so that if the chase did go awry, the Thief would be caught.

So sue him for wanting to make a clear demonstration as to how real policing works.)

And now it’s up to him to chase down La Femme Rouge.

Just another thief, he reminds himself, she’s just like any other thief. All thieves run, and all thieves fall, even when he has to push them himself. And when Chase Devineaux puts his heart into a hunt, he does not let anything like mere physical pain or death-defying parkour get in his way. And really, how many thieves actually bother with anything but guns these days? Pitiful. Bullets are painful for two kind of people, civilians and dead men, and Chase is neither. Not now. Not ever. (Not yet.)

And so the night begins.

(Perhaps Margo would have told him to take it easy. To remind himself that he didn’t need to prove himself to anyone. Not to let himself become consumed with one pesky thief. Not when he had people who loved him at home.

Well. Margo made it perfectly clear what she felt she was capable of taking on.

So will Chase.)

[consequencesofargentdawn]

the A @ W server spent a grand total of about 12 hours yesterday on and off malding about 'coad spies!!!!' in their midst with absolute washed out nobodies screaming for a 'purge!!!' like the fashy wh40k fans they are.

they will no doubt again be soyjacking themselves off at even the slightest hint of mention here again. big keks at them for being a complete clown feista.

We know, we also had someone submit the very weird impersonation knock off "CoAD blog post" tribute piece privately. This particular server has always been the containment bin for the bits of Argent Dawn that get flushed into the gutter. About 1/3 of them actually RP regularly and the rest are literally so bad the PCU kicked them out. Their opinion means nothing to us and they're mostly a source of us being entertained by how one can simultaneously think themselves a great and creative person while shovelling up MCU tier run off and associating with proven sex pests and abusers.

Will they "mald" ? Probably. Good.

[nellyharrison]

growing strong, CH. 11

aka my rewrite of season 2 of Teen Wolf based on the question: what if Erica was best friends with Scott and Stiles from the beginning?

When Victoria chooses death over turning, the Hale pack must go into hiding.  Isaac confronts Scott about his plans, for Gerard and for Erica.  Erica explains everything to Melissa, then goes looking for allies in the woods with Boyd.

CHAPTER ELEVEN - BATTLEFIELD (click to read on AO3)

After the incident at the sheriff’s station, Derek decided he and his pack needed to stay off the radar of the Argents.  At first, Erica didn’t understand why they were camping out at his house when they were just as safe at her own house.  Then she got the text from Lydia telling her Allison’s mom had died.  She had immediately questioned Derek about it, and when he admitted to biting Victoria, she felt nauseous.  She didn’t blame Derek for fighting to save her life, and she knew that when werewolves fought, claws and fangs were the weapons they used.  She just never expected that in order for Derek to save her life, he forced Victoria to end hers.

The Argents would be out for blood, from all of them.  They would check her home, and she couldn’t risk them attacking when her parents were around.  She had put her mom and dad through a lot that was out of her control, but she could control this.  She could protect them from this.  As much as she hated it, she couldn’t find it in herself to tell either Scott or Stiles where she was.  Granted, the only one that had tried to talk to her at all since Matt died was Scott, and after what Derek overheard between him and Gerard, Erica wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to him anytime soon.  Isaac, much to her dismay, continued to pester her about her best friends, especially after what happened at Lydia’s party, but she managed to placate him for the time being.

A week of being stuck in the Hale house was enough for Erica and she began begging Derek to let her out, even if it was just to go hiking through the woods at night where no one would find her.  He only agreed when Boyd offered to go with her and they both promised to return before sunup.  It was weird being in the woods so late at night, but she didn’t feel the same fear she probably would have before the Bite.  She was remaining vigilant, listening to all of the sounds around them for any possible threats.  They had gotten a little farther than they should have, and were making their way back when Boyd thought he heard something.

“Look, if we’re gonna do that whole ‘I thought I heard something’ thing, then we shouldn’t be stopping, we should be running,” Erica pointed out.

“No, listen,” Boyd encouraged.

Focusing intently, she began to hear howling nearby.  “Coyote?” she proposed, but he shook his head.  “There are no wolves in California,” she stated, her heart clenching as she thought of who had told her that fun fact at the beginning of the school year.

“I know,” he admitted.

“But there are werewolves,” she added.

“That didn’t sound like Derek,” he mused.

“Maybe it was-”  Before Erica could finish that thought, more howling filled the air, but they had no way of knowing where it was coming from.  “Run,” she insisted.  They weren’t her pack, and she wasn’t sure some random pack would be too welcoming to a couple of stray wolves.  They didn’t stop until they reached the Hale house, their feet slowing as they tried to steady their racing hearts and rapid breathing.  “I have an idea that I want to propose to Derek.  Think you can follow my lead?”

“You lead, I follow,” Boyd nodded, a small grin appearing on his handsome face as he trailed after her into the house.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Derek demanded the moment he saw them.  “I said to be back by sunup.  What part of that did you not understand?”

“Can you take it down like three notches and let us explain?” Erica requested, giving him an impatient look.  “We got out a little too far, but we were on our way back when we heard all this howling.  It was unbelievable.”

“There must have been a dozen of them,” Boyd added.

“Maybe more,” Erica agreed.

“Yeah, or maybe only two,” Derek countered.  “Do you know what the beau geste effect is?” he asked them, but when they looked at each other with confusion, he sighed and continued.  “If they modulate their howls, with a rapid shift in tone, two wolves can sound like twenty.”

“Two is better than nothing,” Erica stated.  “I think we should try to talk to them.  See if they want to work with us to fight Gerard and the kanima.”

“You want us to team up with another pack?” Derek questioned, his brows shooting up.

“I want us to have the best chance at survival,” she corrected.  “I want to get my license.  I want to graduate.  I want to see what my life could be now that I don’t feel like a prisoner in my own body.  I can’t do any of that if I’m dead, you know.”

“And what if this pack doesn’t want to help us?  What if they’re not as friendly as you hope they are?” Derek wondered.

“We won’t know unless we try to find them and talk to them,” Erica replied.

“I think it’s at least worth a shot, Derek,” Boyd shrugged.  “There’s strength in numbers, right?”

Derek opened his mouth to argue more, but then he sensed an unwelcome guest.  As Erica recognized the new presence, Derek grabbed a shard of glass nearby, hurling it towards Peter when he stepped into view.  The former alpha managed to catch the glass just as it reached his neck, his expression neutral as he muttered, “I expected a slightly warmer welcome, but point taken.”

“Erica, Boyd, get out.  Now,” Derek commanded.  “You can do whatever you want, just be safe.  Please.”  He was being vague in the hopes Peter hadn’t overheard the conversation, but he locked eyes with Erica and silently pleaded with her to come back to him.

“Remember what the doctor said,” she reminded him, glancing quickly at Peter before grabbing Boyd’s hand and dragging him out of the house.  When she stopped just outside, he went to speak, but she held a hand up to quiet him as she listened to the conversation inside.

“It’s quite a situation you’ve got yourself in, Derek,” Peter declared.  “I mean, I’m out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly there’s lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and you’re cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteem-deprived adolescent in town.  I will give you credit for turning Erica.  I saw her potential too, but I see she didn’t want me as her alpha.”

“Leave her out of this,” Derek growled.

“Touchy,” Peter chuckled.

“What do you want?” Derek demanded, losing his patience.

“Well, I want to help,” Peter answered simply.  “You’re my nephew.  The only relative that I have left.  You know there’s still a lot that I can teach you.  Can we just talk?”

Erica waited to see how her alpha would react, the long pause that followed leaving her on her toes.  When he agreed to talk, she nearly barged back inside to beat some sense into him.  Then she heard the loud crash that was surely Peter being thrown across the room.  With a smirk, she grabbed Boyd’s hand again and led him away, trusting in her alpha and ready to find some new allies for the fight ahead.

While Erica and Boyd searched through the woods for the pack they had come across, she texted Isaac to fill him in on the latest developments.  However, her other packmate was off trying to save a different alliance.  Isaac hadn’t told Derek where he was going, simply telling him he was going out and that he would stay out of sight.  His alpha wasn’t nearly as protective over him as he was over Erica, trusting him to be cautious and in control.  A part of Isaac wondered if Derek would regret giving him such freedom if he knew what he was doing.

He had managed to make it to the vet clinic without running into anyone, and to his surprise, Dr. Deaton let him into the back room where he was working with Scott.  He watched as they continued working on a dog, unable to stop the question he asked about the dog’s smell.  The explanation had been difficult to take, but then Dr. Deaton showed him what he was able to do for the dying creature, and he was overwhelmed to tears.  He hadn’t known that being a werewolf could mean more than just the power and terror he had been experiencing.

The longer he hung out with Scott, the more Isaac understood why Erica was so determined not to lose the friendship she had with him.  Truthfully, Isaac thought the entire pack could benefit from having Scott join them, but he knew that wasn’t possible if Scott really was working with Gerard.  He figured the best way to get Scott to spill some truths of his own was by opening up first, so as he leaned against the table, he blurted out, “Erica and Boyd are out trying to find another pack.”

“They’re leaving?” Scott gaped, nearly dropping what he was putting away in the cabinet.

“No, they’re trying to find allies,” Isaac shook his head.

“So, why are you telling me?” Scott asked, walking around the table to move some instruments to the counter.

“Because you’re supposed to be pack,” Isaac reminded, catching the way Scott’s eyes darted away from him.  “I’m asking for your opinion.”

“You want my opinion?” Scott replied.  “Why?”

“Because I trust you,” Isaac admitted.

Again, Scott couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

“Because you always seem to want to do the right thing,” Isaac mused.

“I usually have no idea what I’m doing,” Scott realized, chuckling to himself.  “Actually, I always have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Do you want to let me know what you’re doing right now?” Isaac requested.  When Scott looked over at him curiously, he continued.  “We know you’re working with Gerard.  We know you only joined the pack because he told you to.”

“Who is ‘we’?” Scott asked, dreading the answer.  “Does Erica..?”

“Yeah, she does.  That’s probably why she hasn’t been answering any of your texts,” Isaac told him.  “Speaking of Erica, what are you doing with her?”

“What do you mean?  I’m not doing anything with Erica,” Scott insisted.  “I-I know it might not seem like it but I’m not on Gerard’s side.  I would never, ever do anything to hurt Erica.”

“Oh yeah, you’ve been doing a great job at that,” Isaac scoffed, pushing off from the table to move towards the door.  Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and faced him.  “You really don’t see it, do you?  Neither of you ever did.”

“See what?” Scott muttered, swallowing dryly.

“How much you and Stiles mean to her,” Isaac stated.  “You guys have no clue what she’s done for you- what she’s still doing for you.”

“What are you talking about?” Scott questioned, taking a step towards him.

“No, I’m not gonna tell you,” Isaac shook his head.  “You have to figure it out.  For her sake, I hope one of you does.”  He turned to leave again, but then a thought struck him.  “I’ll see you at the game.”

“Oh, uh, I wasn’t planning on going,” Scott admitted.  “Can’t even think about playing some meaningless game right now.”

“You weren’t at practice last week, were you?” Isaac asked, knowingly.

“No, I skipped it,” Scott said.  “Why?”

“And you didn’t hear?” Isaac continued, more surprised by that than anything else.

“Hear what?” Scott prompted.

“Jackson was there,” Isaac told him.

“What do you mean ‘there’?  Like, he was-” Scott started.

“As if nothing had happened,” Isaac confirmed.

“Really?” Scott gaped.  “That means… The game tonight?”

“Yeah,” Isaac nodded.  “He’s playing.”

Their search during the day proved fruitless, so Boyd and Erica decided to try to find the second pack after the sun went down again.  He went to check on his family, giving her the chance to make a visit she had been putting off for too long.  Walking up to the McCall house, she was relieved to only hear one heartbeat, Scott’s familiar thrumming nowhere nearby.  Instead of knocking on the door, she scaled the side of the building and snuck in through Scott’s window.  She could hear Melissa in her room, where she assumed she had been hiding since everything happened at the sheriff’s station.  As her footsteps echoed in the empty hall, she could smell the woman’s anxiety seeping under her door.

“Melissa,” she called through the door, laying her hand on the smooth wood as she took a deep breath.  “I know you’re in there.  Can we talk?  Please?”  She was met with silence for a few minutes, and she considered leaving and trying again another day, but then the door was unlocked and Melissa was standing before her, her arms crossed and a deep frown on her face.  “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” Melissa repeated, laughing dryly as she shook her head.  “No, Erica.  I’m not okay.  I don’t know what the hell is going on in this town, but somehow my son turned into that- that- that thing and I don’t know what to do.  So no, I’m not okay.”

“Scott is still Scott,” Erica tried to assure her, but she could see her words didn’t mean much.  “Have you given him the chance to explain himself?”

“No,” Melissa told her.  “I can’t- I can’t even talk to him right now.  I can’t look at him.  I don’t even recognize him anymore.”

“How long do you think he’s been different?” Erica wondered.

“How am I supposed to know?” Melissa shot back.

“Because you’re his mother and you know him better than you think you do,” Erica countered, lifting a challenging brow.  “Really think about it.  When do you think things changed for him?”

“I don’t know, the beginning of the year?” Melissa mused.  “Maybe during the summer.”

“It was the night before the classes started,” Erica told her.  “He and Stiles went out looking for that dead body, and they got separated, and he got bitten.  He came to my house after so I could take care of him, but he was really scared.  He didn’t know what was happening to him either.”

“Why didn’t he ever tell me this?” Melissa questioned.  “How come you’re telling me now?”

“I think he wanted to protect you as long as possible,” Erica explained.  “You see, he didn’t want this.  He didn’t ask to become this, and when he realized how dangerous it was to be a werewolf, he wanted to keep you away from it as much as he could.  He tried to keep me away from it all too, but you know me.”

“Stubborn and loyal to a fault,” Melissa nodded, managing a hint of a smile.

Erica bowed her head, a small smile of her own growing before she glanced back up at Melissa.  “As for why I’m telling you, it’s mostly because you won’t let Scott do it and you deserve the truth.  Werewolves are real.  Scott was bitten without his consent, and he’s had to adjust to the changes and dangers that have come with that.  He didn’t want this, but he’s made the most of it.”

“There’s no way to turn him back from a werewolf, is there?” Melissa asked, frowning slightly.  When Erica shook her head, she sighed and swallowed dryly.  “And what about the one that turned him?  What about that lizard thing that was at the station?”

“We’re handling the one that turned him,” Erica assured her.  “He’s not a threat.  Not to Scott and not to you.  That lizard thing… is a threat.  We’re trying to handle it too, but it’s proving to be more difficult than we expected.”

“You keep saying ‘we’.  Do you mean you, Stiles, and Scott?” Melissa questioned, brows furrowing.  “Or are there more people involved now?”

“There are more people involved,” Erica confirmed.  “There’s…  Wow, okay, I guess I’m telling you everything.”

“I would prefer that, thank you,” Melissa acknowledged.

“I told you Scott didn’t choose to be a werewolf,” Erica reminded.  “But he’s not the only werewolf in town.  He’s not even the only werewolf you know.”  She pinched her lips together, bowing her head only to lift it once her eyes were glowing bright gold and her fangs had elongated.  When Melissa backed away from her, she took a step back and lifted her hands.  Her fangs disappeared, but her golden eyes lingered for a few more minutes as she spoke.  “Being a werewolf doesn’t make us vicious monsters.  It changes us, in ways I don’t think I fully understand yet, but we’re still who we are.  Scott is still your son.  He’s still the same boy that caught me when I fell out of the tree in your backyard, even if it meant he broke his arm too.”

“You said Scott didn’t choose it, but you’re telling me you chose this?  You chose to become this?” Melissa asked her, shaking her head in disbelief when Erica nodded.  “Why would you do that?”

“Because it gave me freedom I never felt before,” Erica explained.  “Becoming a werewolf is more than just the physical stuff you can see.  It’s more than the fangs and the eyes and the claws.  There’s a change inside of us that happens too, and we become better, stronger versions of ourselves.  For Scott, that meant he no longer had asthma.  For me…”

“Your seizures stopped,” Melissa figured out, sighing deeply.  “You became a werewolf to get rid of your epilepsy.”

“Among other reasons, but yes, that was the biggest one,” Erica admitted.  “I didn’t even know it was possible until the alpha that turned Scott told me.  Granted, he only told me to try to convince me to join his pack, but still.  The point was made, and once I knew that was a possibility for me, I wanted it, I just didn’t want it from him.  I didn’t want to become a wolf the way Scott had.  I saw what his experience had done to him, what it had done to his life, and that wasn’t what I wanted.”

“I don’t understand,” Melissa muttered.

“Scott and I are both wolves, but we weren’t turned by the same person,” Erica told her.  “The alpha that turned him isn’t an alpha anymore.  Derek Hale is the alpha.  He’s my alpha.”

“Derek Hale,” Melissa repeated.  “You let Derek turn you into a werewolf?”

“No, I asked him to turn me into a werewolf,” Erica corrected.  “He didn’t want this for me, but he respected my choice.”

“I still don’t understand why you would choose this, Erica,” Melissa stated.  “You were getting your seizures under control, and you seemed fine before.”

“But I was always suffering,” Erica confessed, shrugging a shoulder.  “I was always wondering what would trigger a seizure, or if the next one would never stop.  I was afraid to do so much because of my epilepsy, and I know I could have grown to fight that fear, but I don’t have to be afraid of that anymore.  Sure, there are other things I have to worry about, scarier things, but I’m stronger now than I’ve ever been.  I feel strong enough to face everything now, and I’m not afraid.  Not in the way I used to be.  I know you and Scott might never understand, but I will never regret choosing this.  It’s brought me freedom I never thought possible for myself and a quasi-family that makes me feel more wanted and loved than my own parents ever had.”

“You never said how bad things were,” Melissa pointed out.  “With your epilepsy or your parents.”

“What was I supposed to say?” Erica laughed softly.  “They were both out of my control.  What you and Scott gave me made it all easier, but there wasn’t anything any of us could have done to make things better.  Until now.”

Melissa paused and appeared to take a few moments to fully absorb all that Erica had shared with her.  There was still a lot about her son’s situation that she would have to come to terms with, but hearing Erica’s side of things gave it some context she had been missing.  “I think you’re right.  I might never understand, but all I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy and safe.  It’s obvious this decision has made you happy, but you’re not safe.  None of you are.”

“You’re right,” Erica acknowledged.  “Right now, we’re up against a lot, but we’re hoping it’s temporary.  I’m hoping it’s temporary.”

“And what if it’s not?” Melissa prompted.  “What if this life you’ve chosen is just one battle after another?”

“Then I’ll fight.  If it means keeping this life, and everyone in it, then I will fight,” Erica stated.  “I’ve always been a fighter, Melissa.  At least now I feel like I have something really worth fighting for.”  She took a step towards her, feeling a sense of relief when Melissa didn’t walk away, then reached out and took her hand in hers.  “I know learning about all of this the way you have was a shock, but Scott needs you.  As hard as it’ll be, he needs to know that you’re on his side and aren’t afraid of him.  He needs to know you still trust him.”

“I don’t want to make any promises, because this is a lot to take in, but I know you’re right,” Melissa admitted.  “It’s not fair of me to hold him accountable for something he didn’t ask for.  I guess I just wish he had told me all of this sooner.”

“And you have every right to feel that way,” Erica assured her, giving her hand a quick squeeze.  She let it go and took a step back.  “I shouldn’t stay too long.”

“Wait,” Melissa requested, stepping towards her.  “Scott mentioned you’ve been missing school.  He said he hasn’t heard from you since what happened at the station.”

“It’s not safe for my pack to be seen right now,” Erica admitted, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.  “And I, um, have my own issues with Scott, so if you could not mention that I came here, I would appreciate it.”

“Hold on, let me get this straight,” Melissa shook her head.  “You came here, despite the danger it posed and whatever problems you have with Scott, just to try to fix things with me and him?”

“Well, yeah,” Erica nodded.  “I might not be too happy with Scott right now, but I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing when I knew you were upset with him.  I’ve always helped fix his problems.  I’m not sure that’ll ever change.”

“You’re a good friend, Erica,” Melissa told her, pulling her into a hug before Erica could stop her.  “Promise me you’ll do your best to stay safe?”

“I promise,” Erica assured her, sinking into the hug as she breathed in the woman’s scent.  She smelled the same as she always had, but different somehow.  Or maybe it was because she was different.  Or maybe it was because, deep down, she knew there was no way of knowing when she would get to hug her again.  As much as she hoped that they would find a way to get some sort of peace, nothing was guaranteed.  For all she knew, one of them could be killed by Gerard or the kanima or a freaking drunk driver, so she was going to take the time to enjoy the embrace while she could.  “I should go.”

“I wish you would stay,” Melissa admitted, but she pulled away and cupped Erica’s face in her hands to meet her eyes.  “I know I’ve implied it, but you are a very important part of this family.  I can’t imagine not having you around, so please don’t make me face that possibility.”

“I’ll try,” Erica promised, managing a small smile.  Melissa’s hands returned to her side and Erica gave her one last look before setting off back out Scott’s window.  She heard a soft chuckle from McCall matriarch as she landed, her smile growing a bit as she took off into the woods.

Before meeting up with Boyd to look for the pack some more, she decided to stop by the lacrosse field.  She had finally gotten a text back from Isaac telling her he was going to the game - which she disagreed with wholeheartedly - and she wanted to make sure he would be safe.  A part of her wondered if she wouldn’t be better off just staying and keeping an eye on him, but she trusted Scott to keep him safe.  Plus, they needed more allies.  If she and Boyd were successful in creating an alliance with this other pack, they would have a better chance of winning against the Argents and the kanima.

Thanks to her supernatural hearing, she was able to lurk behind the treeline near the field and listen, past the fans trickling in, all the way to the locker room.  She smirked when she heard Coach’s go-to speech, her eyes widening slightly when she recognized Melissa’s voice.  Evidently their chat had gone better than she had expected.  Her eyes widened further when she heard Gerard’s proclamation, the words sending shivers down her spine.  Despite knowing he couldn’t see her from inside the school, she found herself taking a few more steps into the woods.  Her lips pinched together as she listened in on the conversation between Scott and Coach Finstock.  Scott wouldn’t be allowed to play due to his grades, but he would still be there.  He would still keep Isaac safe.

She hadn’t heard her packmate yet, and she began to wonder where he was.  Moving through the trees, she positioned herself so she could watch as the team filtered out from the locker room and made their way to the bench or onto the field.  Her hand splayed on a nearby trunk when she noticed Scott and Stiles, her heart aching at how much she wanted to be there to cheer them on.  If it was a year ago, that’s where she would be.  How strange to think of all that had changed in what felt like such a short amount of time.

“Your dad coming?” Scott asked, rubbing his hands together.

“Yeah, he’s already here,” Stiles nodded, pointing over to where the Sheriff had found a seat next to Melissa.

“You seen Allison?” Scott questioned.

“No, you seen Lydia?” Stiles replied.

“Not yet,” Scott answered.

“You know what’s going on?” Stiles continued.

“Not yet,” Scott repeated.

“It’s going to be bad, isn’t it?” Stiles said.  “I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?”

Scott was slow to answer, looking around before his eyes landed on Stiles.  “Looks like it.”

“Have, uh, have you talked to Erica?” Stiles wondered.  “She doesn’t usually miss our games.”

“She hasn’t been in school,” Scott pointed out.  “I don’t think it’s safe.”

“They wouldn’t take her out in the middle of a game, would they?” Stiles replied, glancing over at him.

“To get to Derek, they would,” Scott muttered.  “But she might not have wanted to come.”

“What makes you say that?” Stiles asked.

“I don’t know.  Something Isaac said,” Scott sighed.  “I just wonder if she’s tired of us or something.”

“Tired how?  What did Isaac say?” Stiles inquired.

“I don’t know, man,” Scott shook his head.  “I didn’t really get what he was saying, but I think we did something, or we didn’t do something, and he made it seem like we better figure out what that was before it’s too late.”

“You know, I’m getting really tired of everyone being so cryptic and vague.  Just once, I wish everyone would just say what they mean.  Maybe then we’d avoid half of the drama that seems to follow us,” Stiles ranted.  He took a deep breath, but his exhale was shaky as he looked out at the field.  “Scott, the other night, seeing my dad get hit over the head by Matt, you know, while I’m just lying there and I can’t even move.  It just-”  He looked down at his hands, shaking his head before he continued.  “I want to help, you know, but I can’t do the things that you and Erica can do.  I can’t…”  He trailed off, glancing over at Scott to show the tears that were welling in his eyes.

“It’s okay,” Scott comforted him.

“We’re losing, dude,” Stiles sighed.

Coach Finstock then interrupted, drawing Stiles’s attention, but for a moment, Erica thought Scott found her through the trees.  His eyes focused on where she was standing, and she fought the urge to hide behind a tree in favor of remaining frozen.  Surely he couldn’t see her.  Only when he looked away did she move, pressing her back against the nearest tree as she tried to catch her breath.  Another familiar heartbeat made its way to her through the din, and she poked her head back out to see Isaac joining Scott on the bench.  Feeling confident he would be okay and the sudden need to escape, her feet began carrying her away from the field as she tried to shake off all she had heard.  She would have to have a chat with Isaac later, but for now, she would let him play and she would find the second pack.

Boyd met up with her at the entrance to the preserve as agreed upon, and the two set off in a run.  They hadn’t gotten very far before they started hearing howling again, so they began to follow it.  When it stopped, they slowed and tried to listen to their surroundings.  It was Boyd that heard the ATVs first, grabbing her wrist and pulling her against the tree.  She took his hand as they heard the Argents drive up behind them, Chris ordering for the howling to be played again.  It was a trap, and they had walked right into it.  They waited for the hunters to drive away, then Erica nodded in the direction of the Hale house.

“We need to get back to Derek,” she insisted, leading the way back.  She wasn’t sure how far they had gotten, or how much further they had to go.  All she remembered was running over the peak of a hill and finding the Argents charging towards them.  They took off in the other direction, running as fast as they could, but it wasn’t fast enough.  An arrow pierced through her thigh, and she let out a pained scream as she fell to the ground.  She tried to sit up, but then she noticed Boyd turning back for her.  “No!  No, no, run.  Go.  Go!”  She watched him start running, and she faced Allison as the huntress stalked towards her, bow and arrow raised.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Erica,” Allison warned, swallowing dryly as she set aim at her friend.

“I can’t tell you where he is, Allison,” Erica told her, lifting her chin and breathing heavily through her nose with her lips pressed tightly together.  She ripped the arrow from her leg and tossed it away.  “You know I can’t.”

“He killed my mom,” Allison snapped, her voice breaking as she took another step towards her.  “If you won’t tell me, then you leave me no choice.”

Allison loosed another arrow, but before it could find its intended target, Boyd was grasping it from the air.  He stood, challenging Allison, who then shot three arrows into him, one after the other.  Boyd roared as he fell to his knees, but Allison only shot him again, and again, and again.

“Stop!” Erica cried.  “Stop!  Please, Allison, stop!”

Before Allison could send another arrow into Boyd, a gunshot rang out.  Her bow was broken, falling out of her hands, but she pulled out a blade until Boyd finally fell to the ground.  Erica crawled towards him, pulling the arrows from his body so he could heal.  Her hand smoothed over his head, her eyes closing as she drew some of his pain away.  It would only make the wound in her leg take longer to heal, but if it meant Boyd would live, she could bear it.  Once she noticed he was no longer bleeding, she stopped, her body falling to the ground beside him.

Both wolves passed out after that, their bodies needing time to properly heal, which allowed the hunters to take them to some basement.  Erica wasn’t positive, but she thought that it was Allison’s basement.  It smelled like her, but she was still too weak to tell if that was because it was her home or if she had just been there recently.  Blearily, she looked around the basement and found Boyd hanging from his hands beside her, and she immediately tried to move only to wince at the current she found coursing through her from above.  Her eyes traced up her arms to the electric wires wrapped around her wrists and she whimpered at the way the current was stunting her powers.  She might have healed from the arrow wound, but she wasn’t going to be able to break them out of this, and she didn’t think Boyd would be able to either.  They were trapped, and the chances of them making it out alive were looking smaller with every passing moment.

[equityedge]

Cryptosmarket.org

Cryptosmarket.org se présente comme une plateforme d’investissement en cryptomonnaies offrant des rendements élevés et des services de trading avancés. Cependant, de nombreux signes indiquent qu’il s’agit d’une arnaque. Voici une analyse détaillée des signaux d’alerte, des témoignages de victimes, et des preuves d’escroquerie pour vous aider à rester vigilant.

Contexte de Cryptosmarket.org

Cryptosmarket.org se positionne comme une plateforme d’investissement spécialisée dans les cryptomonnaies, prétendant offrir des opportunités lucratives avec peu de risques. Le site utilise des interfaces attrayantes et promet des bénéfices rapides pour attirer les investisseurs. Cependant, des recherches approfondies montrent que cette plateforme présente de nombreux signes d’arnaque. Le domaine de Cryptosmarket.org a été créé le 13 mai 2024, ce qui signifie que cette plateforme n’est en ligne que depuis 72 jours.

Signaux d’Alerte

Promesses de Rendements Élevés

L’un des premiers signes d’une arnaque est la promesse de rendements élevés et rapides sans risques clairs. Cryptosmarket.org promet des profits exceptionnels, ce qui est typique des arnaques financières.

Manque de Transparence

Cryptosmarket.org manque de transparence sur ses opérations, son équipe dirigeante, et ses régulations. Aucune information détaillée sur les dirigeants ou les licences n’est disponible, ce qui est suspect pour une entreprise prétendant gérer des investissements financiers importants.

Enregistrement Récent du Domaine

Le domaine de Cryptosmarket.org a été enregistré récemment, ce qui peut indiquer une tentative de fraude. Les entreprises légitimes ont généralement une histoire plus longue et une réputation établie.

Absence de Régulation

Cryptosmarket.org n’est régulé par aucune autorité financière reconnue. Les plateformes d’investissement légitimes sont généralement régulées et conformes aux normes strictes des autorités financières.

Témoignages de Victimes

Témoignage de Sophie

Sophie, une investisseuse novice, a partagé son expérience : « J’ai investi une somme d’argent importante sur Cryptosmarket.org après avoir été attirée par leurs promesses de rendements élevés. Après quelques semaines, le site est devenu inaccessible et je n’ai jamais pu récupérer mon argent. »

Avertissements d’Experts

L’expert en cybersécurité, Jacques Martin, met en garde : « Les plateformes comme Cryptosmarket.org utilisent des techniques sophistiquées pour paraître légitimes. Les investisseurs doivent toujours vérifier les antécédents et les régulations des plateformes avant d’investir. »

[marketmomentum]

Efixxen

Les promesses de transactions ultra-rapides et d’une plateforme de trading sur mesure sont certainement attirantes. Mais qu’en est-il de leur réalité?

Dans cet article, nous examinerons de près Efixxen, une plateforme de trading qui fait ces promesses séduisantes. Cependant, il est crucial de rester vigilant et de vérifier si ce courtier tient ses promesses ou s’il s’agit d’une arnaque. Voici ce que nous avons découvert :

Manque de régulation :

Selon Financial Companies Reviews and Ratings, Efixxen n’est pas réglementé par des autorités financières reconnues. L’enregistrement à Sainte-Lucie, une juridiction sans régulation stricte pour les brokers forex, est un signe alarmant. Les entreprises non régulées peuvent facilement disparaître avec l’argent des clients sans aucune conséquence légale. De plus, les informations fournies par la société sur son enregistrement sont floues et ambiguës.

Promesses Irréalistes :

Selon Personal Reviews , Efixxen fait des promesses exagérées concernant les gains potentiels, telles que doubler le dépôt initial ou garantir des revenus élevés rapidement. Ces pratiques sont typiques des escroqueries pour attirer des investisseurs crédules.

Frais Élevés et Retraits Problématiques :

Les témoignages de clients indiquent des difficultés majeures pour retirer des fonds. Efixxen est connue pour imposer des frais de retrait élevés et pour inciter agressivement ses clients à faire plus de transactions au lieu de retirer leur argent. De plus, les demandes de retrait sont souvent retardées pendant des mois, voire refusées, ce qui empêche les investisseurs de récupérer leur argent.

Selon Personal Reviews, cela inclut des tactiques pour éviter les remboursements jusqu’à ce qu’il soit trop tard pour déposer une plainte ou demander un remboursement via une banque.

Pratiques Déloyales et Faux Avis :

Efixxen a été accusée de publier de faux avis positifs en ligne pour attirer des clients, ce qui est une pratique trompeuse et éthiquement répréhensible. De plus, l’utilisation prédominante de cryptomonnaies pour les dépôts et les retraits, qui sont difficiles à tracer et à annuler, renforce les soupçons d’activités frauduleuses.

[capitalcrafts]

GLM Trade

Sur le web, les plateformes de trading prolifèrent, chacune promettant richesse et succès. Toutefois, il est crucial de demeurer vigilant et d’examiner minutieusement les offres qui semblent trop belles pour être vraies. Aujourd’hui, notre attention se porte sur GLM Trade, un site qui, sous une apparence professionnelle, cache peut-être des intentions moins louables. Dans cet article, nous examinerons les aspects suspects de cette plateforme, en nous basant sur les témoignages d’utilisateurs et les informations disponibles.

Présentation trompeuse de GLM Trade

GLM Trade, accessible via l’URL https://glm-trade.com, se présente comme un acteur sérieux du marché financier, mentionnant des partenariats avec des noms reconnus tels que Binance, Alchemy, Safe, Yahoo Finance et OpenZeppelin. Cependant, ces affiliations ne doivent pas être prises pour argent comptant sans preuve concrète. Les témoignages et les mentions de personnalités éminentes comme Vitalik Buterin sur le site soulèvent des doutes quant à leur authenticité.

Témoignages et expériences d’utilisateurs

Les utilisateurs de GLM Trade ont partagé des expériences troublantes. Un utilisateur indique : « Dommage que les notes négatives ne soient pas prévues et qu’on soit obligé de mettre au moins une étoile… Là çà mériterait moins 1 million d’étoiles! Mon avis est définitif : c’est une escroquerie. » Il est impossible pour eux de récupérer les fonds investis, le site étant injoignable et les interlocuteurs absents. Une autre personne relate : « J’ai mes 250€, j’ai gagné 1700€ et à la fin, la personne a pris tout mon argent. » Ces témoignages soulignent le manque de fiabilité et les pratiques douteuses de la plateforme.

Fiabilité des informations fournies

Bien que GLM Trade prétende être licenciée depuis 2016, aucune preuve concrète ne supporte cette affirmation. L’absence de numéro de régulation ou de détails sur le pays de régulation est un signal d’alarme pour quiconque envisage d’investir via cette plateforme. De plus, le site ne fournit aucune adresse physique et offre peu de détails sur son enregistrement légal ou son histoire. Le numéro de téléphone listé (+442081576032) et l’adresse e-mail (support@glm-trade.com (undefined)) sont les seules coordonnées directes disponibles, ce qui est insuffisant pour prouver la légitimité de l’entreprise.

Aspect visuel et perception

Les captures d’écran de graphiques de trading sophistiqués et les thèmes de couleur noir et or sont utilisés pour donner une impression de luxe et d’exclusivité. Les logos de grandes entreprises et les noms de personnalités célèbres dans le domaine financier sont présentés pour suggérer une reconnaissance et une validation par des acteurs influents. Toutefois, sans authentification de ces affiliations, ces éléments peuvent être trompeurs.

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GLM TRADE

Le site GLM TRADE est très récent, ce qui devrait susciter de la prudence. Ce site se présente comme une plateforme d’investissement prometteuse, offrant des opportunités alléchantes pour ceux qui souhaitent faire fructifier leur argent rapidement. Cependant, derrière cette façade attrayante se cache une réalité bien plus sombre. De plus en plus de victimes témoignent de leurs expériences désastreuses avec ce site, révélant des pratiques douteuses et des pertes financières importantes. Dans cet article, nous allons examiner en détail les rouages de cette arnaque, comment elle piège ses utilisateurs, et surtout, comment s’en protéger.

Une existence récente et suscpecte

L’un des premiers signes d’une potentielle arnaque est la durée d’existence du site GLM TRADE, créé le 5 mars 2024. Ils utilisent l’adresse mail support@glm-trade.com. Pour contrer les effets d’une mauvaise réputation, les escrocs mettent en place divers stratagèmes : changer le nom de leur site ou de leur entreprise, publier de faux avis positifs pour noyer les avis authentiques, solliciter un avis des clients à un moment précis où la satisfaction est maximale, ou signaler systématiquement les avis négatifs.

Ces tactiques leur permettent de maintenir une bonne image en ligne. Cependant, ces méthodes ne parviennent jamais à empêcher complètement la publication de certains avis négatifs. Parallèlement, En consultant les différentes listes noires d’arnaques établies par les autorités publiques, on remarque que glm-trade.com n’y apparaît pas. Cependant, cela ne signifie pas que cette plateforme est sans reproche ni qu’elle n’y figurera pas à l’avenir. Si glm-trade.com n’est pas encore listée, c’est probablement parce que les autorités compétentes n’ont pas encore reçu de signalements à son sujet. L’absence de glm-trade.com sur la liste noire de l’Autorité des Marchés Financiers ne doit donc pas être interprétée comme une autorisation implicite à poursuivre vos échanges avec cette plateforme.

Conseils aux victimes

Si vous avez transféré de l’argent aux escrocs de glm-trade par virement, il est impératif de demander un rappel de fonds en urgence via votre banque. Cette procédure n’offre pas de garantie absolue de succès, mais reste une démarche à envisager.

Pour ceux qui ont partagé leurs informations personnelles, comme des pièces d’identité et des justificatifs de domicile, il faut rester vigilants. Dans la plupart des cas, ces documents sont utilisés à des fins d’usurpation d’identité. Il faudra déposer plainte immédiatement pour stopper les activités de ces arnaqueurs.

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Five of Pentacles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55643236 by pixieblade The mage sits alone, watching the stars glitter above and the world below bathe in the soft moon light and sighs, wistfully. She has neither friends nor enemies, for she must maintain the balance of the world. She sort of hates the balance though, and wonders what would happen, should she step-down from this lonely vigil and take up the sword and shield to defend those she might one day call family. Then remembers that she doesn't have one, closes her eyes, and weeps. --- Spiritual poverty, material troubles, insecurity, hard times, neglecting the body's needs, being ostracized and excluded. Words: 11234, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 27 of The Arcana Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Cora Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale's Father, Talia Hale, Derek Hale's Grandfather, Derek Hale's Grandmother Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes, Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Peter Hale Additional Tags: Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Good Peter Hale, Bad Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Spark Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Pack Mom Stiles Stilinski, Pack Dynamics, Pack Family, Found Family, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Neglected Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski's Name is Mieczysław, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Derek Hale Uses Actual Words, Stiles Stilinski is Seventeen, Alpha & Emissary Relationship(s) (Teen Wolf), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Introspection, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Alpha Pack Arc (Teen Wolf), Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Pack Beta Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55643236