Bad Blood Bonds

Savannah walked down the street, feeling the crisp fall air hit her cheeks. It was her favorite time of year, though she sort of hated it as well. Humans dressing as mystical creatures as if it were some joke to them. It was quite offensive sometimes. Savannah kept to herself mostly except for a few friends from her coven. Most of the witches hated her and whispered behind her back because she was considered one of the the more powerful witches. They also were mean to her because her grandmother had formed a truths with the werewolves. Though they had yet to meet with the wolves to discuss anything serious it was the talk of the town.

Savannah walked into the coffee house, instantly sensing a wolf in the building. The wind shifted, blowing in behind her. She hated that she controlled the elements. Savannah was still getting the hang of her powers and new ones were always developing. Savannah got a coffee, ignoring the dirty looks some girls from the coven gave her.

"So how long before you start fornicating with the wolves?" One of the girls said as she made her way to the table. Savannah ignored her, sitting at a table alone. She looked over at the girl, her eyes dilating as she made the coffee in the girls cup boil and explode all over her. She smirked as the girl screamed, then took a sip of her coffee, snickering to herself. Savannah watched as the girls stormed out then opened her book she had with her. She always kept to herself because it was easier.

@ Stage Doctor

@ Gunslinger;

Meanwhile, Ryker had been walking down the street as this entire exchange was going on. He loved the smell of the new chemical balance in the leaves of the trees, creating the crisp “fall smell”. He was walking past the big open glass window into the coffe shop as the girl’s cup explode in her hands. He couldn’t help but raise his eye in curiosity, before watching the girl storm out with her small group of (what seemed to be) her lackeys following in tow.

Then, he couldn’t help but laugh, because he had gotten a nose full of the group of witches. Apparently the girl who got covered in the contents of that hot cup was the same one who had been tormenting him as he was training a few days back.

‘Good- she probably got what was coming to her, fucking Sanderson sister,’ he thought to himself, before stepping into the small coffeehouse. He immediately checked the room and smelled another wolf (who happened to be a barista- a friend of his), and a fairy, which didn’t smell familiar to him, as well as a number of witches. It was normal for witches to crowd this house, but this is the only place that served his favorite cup of tea in town, despite being an establishment focused around coffee. He went up to the barista and ordered, before taking his tea to a secluded corner, and catching a glance at the witch who was having an altercation with the witch (with a capital B) who has stormed out before. She looked like he had seen her here before, but couldn’t place it. So, he just continued sipping his tea.

Savannah felt someone staring at her, looking up, her eyes meeting a mans in the corner. She instantly knew he was a werewolf. Savannah took a sip of her drink, watching him. She was told to avoid the werewolves at the moment because the coven was planning on working with them. She didn't know if she wanted to protect them after everything that happened. She was constantly expected to be with a wolf and slaughter a species. She looked down at her phone, answering a text. Apparently there was a meeting tonight with the werewolves about what the plan would be.

There was a rumor going around town that there was hunters coming to town. Even if they wiped out the wolves, they would eventually come for the witches. Savannah looked at the man in front of her. She was sure that he was the soon to be alpha, but she wasn't completely sure about that.

@ Stage Doctor

@ Gunslinger;

Around the same time she replied to the text message, Ryker got a text message of his own, alerting him of the meeting going on that evening. ‘Great,’ he thought to himself,’ Another opportunity for Dad to show off his prodigal son to the world, but act as if I’m not the better one suited for his goddamn job. Guess that’s what I get for being born to goddamn late.’

He drained the rest of his tea, and crushed in his coffee cup in frustration before standing to leave. He cast another glance in the witch’s direction, before contemplating. He then shrugged to himself, and walked up to her, tossing his cup into the trash before reaching her, and pausing at her table.

“Hey,” he said with a fairly indifferent look on his face,” Maybe next time, get her hair a little wetter if you can. I feel like the prissy bitch’s day would be just RUINED if her hair got soaked down and her curls washed out.”

Savannah smiled at the guy in front if her, "Yea it probably would be. She is a real bitch." She said. She could feel people staring at them, "You might want to be careful, you are standing with the social pariah." She said. She could already hear people whispering. "They think I am going to kill a bunch of people." She told him. She leaned back against her chair, "Aren't you suppose to be the next alpha?" She asked. She wasnt sure if he was who she thought he was. He didn't act like the guy she had heard about. Savannah took a sip of her coffee, "You can sit if you want." She said.

@ Stage Doctor

[sorry about the short post. Im on my phone]

@ Gunslinger;

Ryker chuckled, and said,” That’s fine, I’m apparently such a useless werewolf that I couldn’t have the physical ability of hunting a fly, so us being at the same table should even out pretty well.” He shrugged and sat down before saying,” And no, that’s not me. That’s the Golden Boy of our family- my older brother. The one who isn’t as strong, as fast, or as intelligent as me. But oh wait, he’s older by a year, so I just can’t compete with that.” His sarcasm and cynicism was basically dripping from his words like venom at the end of his phrase, but then he turned back around and continued,” By the way, my name is Ryker Mingan. Nice to meet you, killer of clans. What is this dangerous weapon-of-a-person’s name that I am speaking to?”

Savannah laughed softly at his words, "So, you are the one that my coven says won't be an issue." She said. She knew better than to underestimate a werewolf. They were all pretty strong. "I'm Savannah Essex." She said, "It's nice to meet you too." She said. She took a sip of her drink, "Are you going to be at the meeting tonight?" She asked him. Savannah knew that it was probably going to end in a lot of arguing. She finished her drink, "It's going to be a disaster." She added. Her coven was only helping so they wouldn't be next. They never went out of their way to just be nice.

@ Stage Doctor

@ Gunslinger;

He laughed, and said,” Well at least your coven and my pack can all agree on that. Maybe their beliefs in my inadequacy will bring our two groups together!” He laughed again, and continued,” I probably should be there, as I am considered my father’s son- despite his indifference to that fact- but I probably won’t be missed if I decided to just ditch out on it. Are you heading to it tonight?”

Savannah smiled, "I am going there tonight. My coven wants me for whatever reason. Probably just to make me feel bad. I find it humorous that they say i'm dangerous near wolves, yet they want me to help." She said. "I hear your brother is an asshole though." She said. She felt bad that he had to live in his brother's shadow. It was not a good feeling to be in someone's shadow.

@ Stage Doctor

@ Gunslinger;

“Oh?” He said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, completely oblivious to why they would do that her to mock her,” why would they think that you are dangerous around werewolves? Do you have a bad history of fighting them or something? Should I be sitting with fear in my eyes, staring at the killer of clans?” He chuckled once again, and then continued,” And he’s not necessarily an adshole in his own right- he’s just being who my dad wants to be. But sometimes it gets played up way too much, and it’s annoying as hell.”

Savannah looked at him, "My um...mother she got into some black magic and started working with a werewolf. She...they are the reason that this town is lacking fairies." She explained. "Apparently, she made that werewolf stronger than your average one." She explained to him. She was really surprised that he hadn't heard about it. "Well being an asshole gets you killed most of the time." She said, looking at her empty cup. She threw it in the trashcan by them and joined him again.

@ Stage Doctor

@ Gunslinger;
“Ahhhh, okay. That was YOUR grandmother who got involved with that!” He said, nodding in understanding,” So you’d be able to help me take over to become the new alpha?” He deadpanned for a second, but then laughed, showing her that he was completely joking. “Truthfully, I think that was an utterly terrible situation, and despite being in no way related, people still classify werewolves as murderous savages on a daily basis. But I’m sorry you have to deal with it.”

Savannah looked at him when he mentioned her helping him, glad then he started laughing. She wouldn't have been surprised if he wanted her to do that. She had plenty of people approach her to get some help with bad things. Savannah nodded, "Yea it kind of sucks. People literally watch my every move." She said, shaking her head. She hated feeling like everyone was waiting for her to make a mistake.

@ Stage Doctor

@ Gunslinger;
“Well, then we come to the true moral question-“ he began, leaning forward towards her, leaning on the table as he did so,”- is it better to be like me where I have no one paying attention to me at all? Or is it better to be like you, where everyone pays too much attention to you, and only the bad kind? I’d probably be willing to be you a drink that I would choose to be in your shoes, and you would choose to be in mine anyway.”