Walking home from work could be considered an extreme sport if you were one of their kind...
The pack shared a cozy little townhouse on the outskirts of Portland, Maine, and walking home to it every night was a potential death sentence. Another pack, known as the Northern clan, had been drawing closer and closer to their territory lately. The boundaries of it being a 10 mile radius around the street they resided. Just the other day, the Northern clan’s alpha had ripped out the throat of a rouge werewolf in the middle of the night, poor thing didn’t even get a chance to speak.
Their threat had already been addressed, and the two packs had agreed upon meeting up at a nearby diner to discuss boundaries and come to a possible agreement. And tonight, that meeting was to take place.
Even though his safety had been guaranteed for the night, Wahy’a was still hurriedly making his trip. He had no reason trust the Northern clan’s promise. The young man speed walked in a slight panic, still wearing his light blue scrubs from work. The sun had already set long ago, the moon was now a blazing beacon in the star-kissed sky. Part of him swore he could hear slight growls in the corners of dark alleys he passed, he instead brushed it off as his neurological disorder, trying to ease his anxiety slightly.
The glaring red and blue neon lights of the 50’s style diner, Wahy’a had to lower the lids of his eyes slightly due to the brightness. A old neon sign read ‘Claire’s Pit Stop’.
Except the ‘P’ had faded out and was no longer lit. His tired hands pressed against the revolving door, only releasing them from the glass panel after he had shuffled inside. Red stools lined the counter on the far end of the diner, their leather coverings starting to crackle and lose their color. The silver light fixtures hanging from the ceiling looked tarnished, some of the lights flickering periodically.
Intense fear struck through him like a bolt of lightning, he didn’t want to be alone with these...savages! He prayed silently that the other members of his pack would show up shortly to the scene.
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Location: Claire’s Pit Stop, three blocks away from home
Interactions: None
The pack shared a cozy little townhouse on the outskirts of Portland, Maine, and walking home to it every night was a potential death sentence. Another pack, known as the Northern clan, had been drawing closer and closer to their territory lately. The boundaries of it being a 10 mile radius around the street they resided. Just the other day, the Northern clan’s alpha had ripped out the throat of a rouge werewolf in the middle of the night, poor thing didn’t even get a chance to speak.
Their threat had already been addressed, and the two packs had agreed upon meeting up at a nearby diner to discuss boundaries and come to a possible agreement. And tonight, that meeting was to take place.
Even though his safety had been guaranteed for the night, Wahy’a was still hurriedly making his trip. He had no reason trust the Northern clan’s promise. The young man speed walked in a slight panic, still wearing his light blue scrubs from work. The sun had already set long ago, the moon was now a blazing beacon in the star-kissed sky. Part of him swore he could hear slight growls in the corners of dark alleys he passed, he instead brushed it off as his neurological disorder, trying to ease his anxiety slightly.
The glaring red and blue neon lights of the 50’s style diner, Wahy’a had to lower the lids of his eyes slightly due to the brightness. A old neon sign read ‘Claire’s Pit Stop’.
Except the ‘P’ had faded out and was no longer lit. His tired hands pressed against the revolving door, only releasing them from the glass panel after he had shuffled inside. Red stools lined the counter on the far end of the diner, their leather coverings starting to crackle and lose their color. The silver light fixtures hanging from the ceiling looked tarnished, some of the lights flickering periodically.
Intense fear struck through him like a bolt of lightning, he didn’t want to be alone with these...savages! He prayed silently that the other members of his pack would show up shortly to the scene.
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Location: Claire’s Pit Stop, three blocks away from home
Interactions: None