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petrichoriism​:

A town like Willowdale tended to attract certain people, whether they knew it or not. It was something Olivia had learn a long time ago and she was used to the ever-changing faces. A lot of them blurred together and others stood out. The one in front of her was definitely the kind that stood out and not just because he was the kind who ordered from the top shelf in a shitty bar. There was a scent about him, one Olivia knew well, and while she would not have paid as much attention before, now that she was alpha, any strays that came into town was noticed. When they stayed for more than a couple of days, Olivia would usually find a way to talk to them and explain how things were in town. But for some reasons she couldn’t place, she felt like there was something else, something almost off, with the other.

“That’s something I don’t hear often, or at all,” she said with a raised eyebrow. Top shelf was not popular around here, the biggest sellers being beer on tap and Jack Daniel’s. There was a faint film of dust on the bottle she took down, keeping that kind of items on hand almost more out of habit than anything else. “You know, if you want a real good drink, Soif might be more your taste.” Although he also wasn’t exactly dressed for the upscale bar either. “Must be weird to be new in town with what happened today,” she mused aloud. It was surely suspicious how many new faces there had been lately.

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      “ my mother always said i had expensive taste. ” more because she made it that way, but the sentiment didn’t exactly leave his lips. instead he offered her all of the sweetness of a stranger - the charm he was capable of if he even put in a fraction of effort, all for the sake of politesse. while she poured he propped an elbow on the bar counter, his chin into his palm, and watched the liquid empty into the glass that would be his for a while, a small sort of smile curling at the edge of his lips, where it lost itself in his facial hair. “ i don’t have the energy to dress myself up for watered down liquor. most high-end places upcharge for the same stuff. ” maybe soif didn’t, but he was here, and he didn’t want to go home and don even half a suit to get a drink.

      he nodded in slight, eyes flicking up to her face to read the expression before moving back to her hands. that sort of static that clung to the outside tensions was slightly in here too, now, but eli was more used to this song and dance than any other. “ it’s certainly different from a welcoming committee, that’s for sure. but i’ve been milling around for a little while, now. enough to know my way around and some of the names that go to familiar faces. like ... georgette at the general store. nice lady. always double bags my perishables. ”

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exitio​:

location: soif. open to everyone. ( @willowdalehqstart​ )

Even though she had only been in town for a couple of weeks Valentina knew one thing about the town for sure, it was boring. She’d always been the kind of girl who needed fun and excitment and she rarely got that in a small town. At least, not without having to make her own fun. Not even the bodies showing up in the middle of town was enough to keep her interested. That was why she had turned to soif and the idea that maybe someone interesting would sit next to her at the bar. 

“I have a question for you.” She asked, unprovoked to the person at her side. “what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done? And I don’t just mean skinny dipping one time at summer camp, I mean something you keep between yourself and whatever deity you believe in.” With a sly smile she looked into their eyes, willing them to give an answer that would satisfy her.

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      “ and why would i tell you my deepest, darkest secret? ” eyes narrowed in slight, attention shifted slowly to the woman beside him at the bar. this was a funny little town. one hundred years ago claudio was completely unaware of the existence of supernatural creatures and entities ... it felt like more than a few lifetimes ago. he’d quickly become a member of their ranks, taking little to no time to adjust to the card he had been dealt as an adult. he’d met many of everything, but the only thing that mattered to him? money. it talked. he was greedy, his particular vice (more than the others, though lust and wrath tailed close behind). what he missed the most, if anything, about humanity though ... was liquor.

      he’d practiced the art of occupying bars and appearing as if he were drinking, the real challenge in the illusion of drinking when nothing was being consumed at all. such was the case now, little moments of downtime where he would resume the hunt for his bounty in the morning. “ if only i, and my supposed god, know the secret ... what’s my inspiration for telling a stranger? ”

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Elijah Mortensen. werewolf alpha, bio.

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WESTWORLD: THE MAZE (2016)

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petrichoriism​:

location: the hole in the wall availability: open to everyone ( @willowdalehqstart​ )

There had been something in the air all day. The morning news were grim and never before had such murders occurred so openly in town. It had Olivia on edge. The full moon was just behind them and she knew well what hid behind so called animal attacks. She knew it wasn’t one of hers, her pack always secure during the transformation. But that did nothing to ease her mind, as it meant someone else was behind this. Distracted, she hadn’t notice the customer right away and with a sigh she made her way to them. “Sorry about the wait, it’s the kind of day, you know?” It was everywhere and many had talked about it already. “What can I get you?”

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      he was never particularly fond of the static that clung in the air with tension ---not unlike the way the fine hairs would stand on end at the back of one’s neck or their arms when lightning was about to strike. thick ozone, so much that it felt as if it were going to choke on every inhale, was enough to make his nose crinkle at the bridge. he knew that his pack would be blamed for this. new to town, an unknown element, but they knew better. he’d claim carnage if he were responsible for it in any fashion ---the members of his pack were extensions of himself, and this was not their doing, not his doing. he swallowed the thought, unwilling to go on the defensive lest it made him seem more guilty. he was still unfamiliar in this town ... the likelihood that more than a handful of people knew who he or his own were was minimal ... and he’d play it to his advantage, for now. his eyes stayed on the television behind the bar, volume low but subtitles present, while they continuously covered the grim details of the morning’s surprise. no changes from what he���d last heard, but still better to know than to be taken off guard.

      “ cognac. ” she was a wolf, he could smell it. the unmistakable scent clung to the inside of his nose in a way that was intimately familiar to him after well over a thousand years. but he made no comment to it, just as he knew she’d be able to smell the wolf on him. let her bring it up, if she wanted to. “ top shelf, please. ” finger pointed at the bottle in question, sitting off to the side of the selfsame top shelf, looking derelict and unloved. he’d love it plenty.

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NATHALIE EMMANUEL as Evie in THE INVITATION (2022) dir. Jessica M. Thompson

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anika-mortensen​:

Location: outside the General Store. @willowdalehqstart​

The dilemma was this: she’d come into town on her bike, found the crime scene, forgot her method of transportation, and proceeded to buy five bags of sixty-pound fertilizer. The weight wasn’t an issue, the size was. She was sitting outside the general store (her purchases piled beneath her as a seat), flicking her lighter, and contemplating bungee cords when another resident passed close. Anxiety shivered through the streets today and clung close to everyone, but she’d never been one for such nervous energy. Instead, she sat back and crossed her legs. “Care to help me with an elaborate game of Jenga? I promise free food. afterward.”

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      “ you’re stronger than that, don’t fuck with me. ” brows lifted in mock displeasure, hands crammed deep into the pockets of worn work jeans that bore the evidence of his already busy day. in the three months that eli had been in willowdale he’d already begun a sort of ritual ---visiting the general store was more commonplace than not, and for whatever reason (he’d argue a case against building permanence in town) he found it easier to buy things as he needed them as opposed to thinking ahead. sawdust clung to his arms in placed he’d leaned against his table not thirty minutes prior, and little bits dusted his hair to add to the affect of it all. “ why do you need so much fertilizer? ”

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zedundead​:

status: open to everyone location: somewhere in town ( away from the Square )

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It started off like any other morning. Zed was headed back to their place after a long night out. Until they heard the news. It wasn’t hard that they wouldn’t get wind of what happened. They pasted the Town Square every morning. Seeing the police tape on this day, they had to make sure to keep their hands were clean. Shit. They had history of getting in trouble with public fights that went too far but nothing that lead to murder. Their mind started to get panicked. The last thing they wanted was to be pinned to this. All day, Zed kept their distance from the scene. They hung around town avoiding the square. They leaned against a wall chewing a toothpick between their lips,  listening to the whispers and gossip of the other town people. “I assume you’ve heard about what happened. Honestly, I can’t believe they had the balls to showcase it in the Square. Either they are fucking dumb or making a statement.”

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      “ sounds like a statement to me. ” gum popped behind fire-engine red lips. there was no such thing as too early for her favorite treat, and selene watched the bustle of authority around the square as she stopped to momentarily become a rubbernecker. all signs pointed to it becoming her favorite time of the season: crisp fall air, the turning of the leaves, the scent of sweet decay with it ... but this certainly put a damper on things. tongue pushed the fading flavor of gum to the side of her mouth before she continued on, scarcely nothing who she was speaking to more than what about. “ sure puts a damper on the season, though. i hope they figure it out soon, and nobody else gets hurt. ” wishful thinking. better than being negative, though.

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      angry eli

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[ MICHIEL HUISMAN, 1000+/APPEARS 40, CIS MAN, HE/HIS ] ELIJAH MORTENSEN just walked down main street. They are a CARPENTER & ARCHITECT who has been in Willowdale for 3 MONTHS. They are part of the MORTENSEN pack and act as ALPHA. People around town knows them as DRIVEN & OBSERVANT but also as COLD & MALICIOUS. They are described as COMFORTABLE FLANNEL SHIRTS AND WORK BOOTS DIRTIED FROM A LONG DAY OUT, THE SCENT OF CIGARETTE SMOKE AND SWEAT CLINGING TO AN OLD LEATHER JACKET, & WINDSWEPT HAIR CARELESSLY PUSHED OUT OF THE FACE ONLY TO FALL BACK IN PLACE A SHORT TIME LATER.

--- quick stats. ---

birth name: elijah kane mortensen. alias: he’s had many over his years. nickname(s): eli. title(s): alpha. age / d.o.b.: over 1000, exact age unknown.  he’s forgotten. appears 40. gender, pronouns & sexuality: cis man, he/his, demiromantic heterosexual. hometown: somewhere in the current-day netherlands region of europe. species: werewolf, born. occupation: carpenter, architect, and alpha of the mortensen pack. education: he’s gotten many degrees and certifications over his lifetime, mostly out of boredom. relationship status: single. children: quite a few over the years. positive traits: clever, driven, loyal, meticulous, observant. negative traits: aggressive, cold, hedonistic, impatient, malicious. character comparisons: vi (arcane), toph beifong (avatar: the last airbender), malcolm reynolds (firefly/serenity), indiana jones (indiana jones series), lip gallagher (shameless), arya stark (game of thrones), han solo (star wars), rosa diaz (brooklyn nine-nine), danny ocean (ocean’s 11), wolfgang bognadow (sense8), billy butcher (the boys), tyler durden (fight club), poe dameron (star wars), cassian andor (andor)

--- quick tl;dr. ---

i. eldest child of the mortensen family. a lot was placed on his shoulders are far as expectations and destiny fulfillment. initially elijah wanted none of that, and knowing that he had to trigger the werewolf gene through murder was not something he was looking foreward to. at all. he used to be a gentle boy. his parents stripped that from him as soon as they could.

ii. he had no say in his changing. his parents all but forced him into it ---over a thousand years later and he still remembers the young woman he was made to kill. he will never admit that he recalls every fine detail about her, but her face quite literally haunts his dreams. he has no idea if she was an innocent woman, if she was some sort of criminal, if she had just been pulled from the street or if there was any rhyme / reason to her selection. he can’t ask his parents, as it would make him seem weak ---and he’s mostly moved on from that moment (except he hasn’t). but these were the thoughts that occupied his mind for a long time.

iii. he became everything that the mortensen clan is known for: vicious methods, anger, fierce loyalty ---he could very much become the beast that wolf legends notoriously highlight. he does not enjoy eating humans or vampires ---something many would attribute to the mortensen pack, however elijah has made it well-known that he frowns upon this particular practice. you can be brutal and still remain somewhat humane.

iv. he’s lead the pack for centuries, seeking the guidance of his parents were necessary. after his initial change, when it was revealed that he was the alpha by birth, he took his role very seriously. eli has, for the most part, set aside his personal wants and desires for the betterment of the pack. they seek the power beneath willowdale for themselves, yes, but ultimately it’s for the health of the pack as a whole.

v. he is incredibly charming and charismatic when he wants to be. and while one might imagine that he blusters and struts around his status and his birthright, eli is actually more secretive about who and what he is, to those who cannot sense it. to those who have never met him but can tell he’s a wolf, he let’s them make assumptions. better to not play all of his cards at once than to reveal everything and be left at a disadvantage.

-- fun facts. --

i. is very much a cat person. he has a pet cat presently, chester, that he totes around with him wherever the pack goes. he is never without a cat. ---comically, he doesn’t like dogs.

ii. has many children from his many years. he doesn’t typically stick around long enough to meet them (he’s never formally been romantically involved with someone), but if one of his children seeks him out he can be quite fatherly. it depends on their disposition ---and he quite favors his wolf children over human or witch children.

iii. has many degrees and trades under his belt, but he’s always been the most fond of woodworking and carpentry. there are a few buildings throughout the united states (and overseas, when the pack was there) that he’s attributed to the design or erecting of. it’s a personal little hobby more than anything else.

iv. despite still counseling with his parents, he’s not very fond of them at all. he resents them for making him be as brutal as he is, and if he were given the choice he would absolutely have walked a different life path. but nobody knows that.

v. however, he loves his siblings, and values their opinions and input on pack matters.