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[Lubomir Varg]

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OOC: I miss Gael so much 400+


The grey wolf had risen early to find the city nearly flooded. Had it been this bad for nearly a week? He was tired of it all, this downpour, this grey sheet of water that seemed never to stop. Wouldn't it end, really? He heaved himself out of bed, his bones tired from the way he tossed and turned every night. Mew was still sleeping and for a moment he pondered waking her, just to share her company. However, something stopped him and he spent a few minutes slowly running his fingers through her mane, breathing in her scent. She was wonderful, beautiful, his one love, but his need, his desire for the burning liquid was sometimes almost too great. He'd taken to leaving the house in the dead of night to find stashes in Berwick. It hurt him to know that he was doing this against her wishes, but it was too much to bear.


The rain showed no sign of relenting. He would have to leave Dahlia again, just to keep his mind on his work. He was the pack's Ambassador, he wouldn't let Cercelee down. Today, he would go through Halifax and then east. His travels through the city had brought wind of a pack he'd yet to see for himself. Quietly, the grey wolf left his shelter and went on in the rain. It drenched him and he couldn't understand why he wasn't spending his time in better places, doing better things, like tending to his mate. The alcohol was a strong temptation, but one he could still fight, if he wanted to. And did Lubomir want to fight it! But some days, it seemed almost too hard. His feet mechanically took him through the eastern reaches of the city, while his mind boggled at how much Dahlia had grown. They had a lot of members to feed, but it was still a bit of a shock. He wondered if they were now the biggest pack around and how he would end up asking such a thing.


A familiar scent close to unfamiliar borders made him stop. Lubomir felt uneasy when he recognised the female from the lighthouse. That night had been all a blur, if she'd mentioned a name or a pack, he was not even sure any more. That should teach him. He approached the borders uneasily, though he stood far enough not to seem a threat. For once, he cursed the smell of pack on him. If she happened to be the leader, so much the better, but the male doubted his luck would hold out so long.

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[Jefferson Soul]

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Although DaVinci had left rather suddenly and unexpectedly, Jefferson wasn't taking the change too badly. He'd been testy at first, uncomfortable with all the responsibility returned to him, and spent any and all free time he had (which was not much) napping or otherwise hiding away in the deepest confines of the ranch house he called his home and shared with Geneva. Addison was in and out these days; she was growing up, and it worried him. The few times she'd stopped by she had smelled of cigarettes, and while the beast knew the tobacco sticks weren't in her best interest, ultimately left that decision to her nonetheless. He trusted his daughter.

But even with the naps he'd managed to be getting, the extra stress was a bit too much. The cyclops was an insomniac for a night, spending hours wide awake atop the bed, staring at the ceiling, or moving to the dark, listless window to watch the rain pour down as it had been doing for what seemed like months. The grounds of Phoenix Valley were particularly marshy and made an uncomfortable squish beneath the foot. He realized this as he tread through the rain at some stupid hour in the morning; the sun had risen behind the clouds and the rain lessened temporarily, but bid for more downpour throughout the day. Jefferson, groggy and awake with only half an eye instead of two, walked some half-assed route around the borderlines as he did several times a day, deciding that the movement might help him fall asleep easier when he got around to napping later. An early start to his day wasn't bad, but much more difficult when his head was spinning.

The scent of Dahlia stopped him in his tracks, however. Faint over the musty smell of the rain, the Patriarch paused midstep and raised his nose to the air, immediately waking enough to follow the smell to its owner, who stood looking rather clueless at the pack's edge. Jefferson was not at all smiles and sunshine. "Who are you?"

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