Realistic or Modern The Disappearance RP

[mood6]

• Sybil
• Mariam
• akeno

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  mood: anxious
  
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  location: a tree
  
  mentions: ramon
  
  interactions: none
  
  tags: Kiroshiven

  Sybil

  She was not fragile like a flower.
  
  She was fragile like a bomb

  Two people. Walking together, seeming to be mates. That or an affair, based on the way they glance nervously around. Oh, yeah, definitely an affair. The woman just pulled out her phone, took a glance at it, then hid it back in her bra. Why do people do that? Isn't that so uncomfortable? Anyway, she clearly doesn't want this man to see whatever is on that small device. If it was meant to be such a secret, why would she communicate on her phone? That's so easy to track. Idiot.
  
  All of this is observed from her place in the tallest tree she could find, where she has been since five this morning. It was a surprise for the rogues to be invited here and though they were assured she would be safe, who can trust an alpha? So, there she sits, in her fortress of branches, waiting. Will they attempt to sneak it and assassinate her? No, that's the wrong word. Assassination implies she would be someone of importance, which she clearly isn't. She hasn't been important in years.
  
  A scent catches her off guard, making her almost fall out of her hiding place. Her soulmate. But his scent has changed somehow? What used to be cigarette smoke and booze now is....roses? Earth and roses? Wow, he has changed. Ass. She had heard from another rogue that he had a chosen mate and kids now, so what's he doing here? Especially if he knew that she would be here. Does he want to torture her more? Because it won't work. Her heart has turned to steel over the last eight years. He will not break her again. Not that he did in the first place. She did that to herself.
  
  Love is a weakness, she knows that now. He was hers. Sybil should've never expected anything more out of him, as he was always stronger than her. He knew that the pack needed one of them. It couldn't break them both, so he chose. Well, he chose wrong. Because now she's back and stronger than ever. Strong enough to make her own choices. And this time, she'll look him in the eye. She'll make him the weak one. He'll see what happened to her and he'll break, just as she did.
  
  Today is a great day, she thinks as she climbs down the tree and his scent gets stronger. Today is a day for revenge.

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  "I'll never leave you" He whispers, staring her directly in her eyes and wrapping his arm around her waist, trapping her against him. A blush settles itself over her cheeks as she buries her head in his chest to attempt to hide it. However, based on the chuckle rumbling from his chest, he saw. She can't help but wrap her arms around him, relishing in the moment. This is it. This is what love feels like.
  
  If only Mariam could find that, outside of her trashy romance novels with a guy who looks like Fabio on the cover. Every morning and every night she reads one of these, in order to set herself up for a good day. Yes, that means that she has lived vicariously through hundreds of these books. It's something that her family makes fun of her often for, but she doesn't mind. She can hide in the arms of a man crafted from some middle-aged cat lady's imagination. It was a retreat from the real world for her, and at this point she's not sure how she'd survive without the comforting pages she's come to rely on.
  
  Something is different today though. The image in her head is accompanied by a smell, a heavenly one. Wait, a smell? Mariam has thought about this day for long enough that she knows exactly what that means. Her mate! Someone even better than in the story, someone meant for her. Oh god, she's holding a fucking romance novel. The first time she's going to meet her soulmate is minutes after fantasizing about a different guy. Way to go Mari.
  
  Quickly, she decides to ditch her book, throwing it through the window of the house she'd been staying in. Well, it's a good thing that was open, seeing as she didn't even check. "OW!" She hears a yell from inside. Akeno. Well, at least she hit someone who deserves it. Shaking off her thoughts, Mari leaves her bench to follow the scent of black tea, leather, and pine.
  
  Today is a great day. Today's a day for love.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  akeno zhang

  Akeno had been dreaming peacefully of Zac Efron when something flies into the living room, hitting him directly in the head. He wakes with a start from his place on the couch, as there weren't enough beds for all the pack members accompanying them. They were supposed to be in a bigger house, where Akeno would share a room with his brother Tao. However, when Tao went missing, they were downgraded. Almost as if they were being punished for losing another pack member. The twins were meant to sleep on the pullout, but Akeno decided that as the youngest, he should sleep on the couch. Stupid responsibility. When did he get so old?
  
  Inspecting whatever it was that hit him in the head, Akeno realizes that it was one of Mari's stupid romance novels. "Littering bitch" He mutters to himself, purposefully ignoring the fact that she threw it inside, not outside. He attempts to throw it back at her, further disproving his point about littering, but quickly realizes that she's gone and the window he thought was open is, in fact, closed. So, the crappy young adult smut just bounces off the glass. Throwing himself back onto the couch will a groan, he begins his daily existential crisis about failure and his lack of a future. Typical teen.
  
  After about five minutes, he finally forces himself to get up, grab some clothes, and go to the bathroom to get changed. His style was incredibly influenced by his friend Addy, most likely because she used to be the one to dress him as a child. This meant that although he had a strong status, he's been ignored by most pack members. Though, that's not to say he isn't respected. Almost all of his pack feels protective of the boy, due to his parents sacrifice. But, if he is being honest, he'd rather just have his parents.
  
  But today's not a day for grieving. Today is a day for fixing shit the adults can't.

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[PaperGhosts]

Dakota

Location | Mautagoci Cabin

Mentions | None Yet

Mood | Uneasy

Dakota frowned into the sizzling pan, spatula poised at the ready. His eyes were on the uncooked batter, but his mind was far away. It had been days since the reps of Mautagoci had arrived at the cabin grounds. He had yet to see his alpha or betas. He had assured the rest of his companions that whatever had brought all the packs together was taking up all their time. It wasn't like them to leave the rest of the pack's leadership out of the loop. Especially Dakota. He was, after all, best friend's with the alpha...

He flipped the pancake, letting it cook a minute longer before shimmying it onto the spatula and tossed it onto an already plated stack. With gusto he twirled around towards the table that seated a few hungry werewolves, and delicately placed the glorious tower of flapjack goodness at the center. He glanced at Azlyn, who kept a straight face as she patiently waited for the ravenous males around her to take their share. The gamma took in his fellow pack members, a hand on the frilly waist of his apron. Spotting another fork heading for the depleting stack, he reached out and whacked the attached hand with his spatula. The offended gamma turned to him in horror.

"Save some for the youngster! You don't need anymore calories." The rest of the table erupted into laughter, and Azlyn shared a smile with Dakota before reaching for her share. Satisfied with his work, he glanced off towards the living area of the cabin where his brother sat in silence. Snatching a bowl of berries off the table, he wandered over to Denali's side, where the stoic man glared out the window that faced the campgrounds.

"The meeting is today," Dakota stated, handing the bowl of fruit to him. He received an expected grunt. Denali's eyes were unwavering, though the hint of his nostrils flaring tipped the older brother off to his thoughts.

"Go. That's an order." Despite the words, Dakota's tone was light. His brother's gaze shifted to look at him from the corner of his eye. "I am the highest in command at this very moment. I think I can give you permission to leave the cabin a bit earlier than everyone else. Especially if it's for their protection."

Denali just shook his head, "No special privileges. I am not greater than the whole."

Dakota shrugged, figuring his brother would cave eventually. "Suit yourself," he said and turned to leave his brother in his misery. He could tell the warrior was itching to be out of the cabin, and the lingering smell of his mate nearby had only drove the younger sibling even crazier. Not that Dakota was feeling much better. He was pretty apathetic to the idea of meeting his mate when the entire leadership of his pack had been holed away so secretively for days. Sure, after the meeting he could bother with personal agendas, but until then...

"Hey! Clean that up before you go!" He hollered after the younger gamma that took off upstairs. He sighed, looking at the last few pack members at the table, "Azlyn, keep them in line. Don't let them escape before washing those dishes." Azlyn's eyes widened, uncomfortable with the task given to her as she eyed the pack uneasily. Dakota ignored it. He knew if she asked nicely, none of the men would make a fuss. With that problem solved, he bounded up the stairs two at a time to catch the lower ranked rascal that had taken off. His job was never ending. His alpha needed to show his face soon.

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Azlyn

Location | Mautagoci Cabin

Mentions |None Yet

Mood | Antsy

Azlyn smiled sheepishly at her pack mates, fork still poised with a dripping bite of pancake before her mouth. The other two warriors sighed noisily, making a show of it. She glanced at their empty plates and then back to them, sharing a toothy grin and pleading look. She had no real authority here, even if she was the alpha's sister. The men pretended to be bothered, acting annoyed despite their sly smiles. In the end they both began the process of cleaning up the mess of breakfast.

"Thank you!" Azlyn said softly, looking relieved that they didn't fight it. She was mostly unaware of the influence she actually had. She went back to enjoying each bite of syrup covered strawberries and pancake. The young werewolf was grateful to Dakota for taking care of her and the pack. She wasn't much of a chef herself, and if it had been up to the rest of the pack, they all would have been eating jerky for every meal. This was luxury in comparison. Once she was done, she pulled her curls back into a messy bun and went to work on cleaning up the rest of the kitchen area, a short task given the previous help. She was fully ready to go back to her room to engage in some activity until she spotted Denali standing at his post. He had been there all morning, deep in thought, having become a statue among the rest of the cabin décor. Now he was on the move, heading for the front door. Azlyn's eyebrows shot up high, and she glanced around. The rest of the pack members had all headed back to their respective rooms for the moment, as she was certain they were expected to do until the meeting.

Denali glanced back at her, nodding once in her direction before heading out the front door. Dashing towards it to catch him, she caught the edge of the door as he was closing it behind him.

If he was taken off guard, he didn't show it.

"Careful there. Fingers are a precious thing," he said, pointedly eyeing the digits she nearly lost to the wood frame. She chuckled sheepishly, pushing a loose curl out of her face.

"If you see my brother-"

"You will see him at the meeting," Denali said dismissively. If he had been concerned with the lack of word from the pack's leadership, he didn't show it.

"I know, I'm just...worried...I guess that's pointless. You're right, I'll see him in a bit. I should...get ready." As she spoke, the young woman grew more disheartened, but she tried to appear confident. Denali would not approve of her fragile thoughts, she was certain.

His gaze softened, "Do that. It won't be much longer." Azlyn knew that was Denali's way of comforting her, so she smiled at the sentiment. Nodding, she watched him go and closed the door shut behind him. She would just need to distract herself with picking out a fun outfit for the meeting. She was pretty nervous, after all. This would be her first time meeting so many werewolves at once, specifically from other packs. This called for a fashion statement.

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Denali

Location | Woods

Mentions | None Yet

Mood | Alert

After departing the cabin, the young warrior took off into the outskirts of the woods that encircled the meeting location. Denali had been cooped up in the confines of that house long enough. He needed fresh air, but most importantly he needed a better profile of those his pack would be interacting with. Squared away in the cabin for days had blocked most of the information his senses would normally be able to gather. Scents were almost impossible to differentiate. He hadn't even been told which packs would be at the meeting, just that many from all over would be joining. That had left him unsettled. He was not the kind of man that liked to go into any situation unprepared. To make matters worse, his older brother hadn't even heard a peep from their leaders, and that was probably the most troubling.

And then, of course, there was this new overwhelming scent. The only unfamiliar one that stuck out. It was a fresh scent, very light and different from his pack mates, with undertones of the city and...something else. Something that just felt off. It would not been terribly surprising for at least one mate-less pack member to find their mate at such a meeting, but the fact that both his brother and him where picking up on both of their own at the same time was concerning. To make such a chance happen, a great many packs must have accepted the invitation. That many packs in one place did not sit well with Denali. Including him, they had brought along only three protectors. Should the meeting sour, the odds of fighting off the sheer number of werewolves on this compound did not look bright.

With stealth only one born in the woods could achieve, he silently maneuvered the brush, eyes and ears honed for any possible threat. As he made his rounds of the perimeter, he tried to also zero in on individual smells, but that one wolf's scent kept getting in the way. It lingered and distracted his thoughts, much to his frustration. He couldn't deny he was curious about his mate. Prior to this situation, he had been quite eager for the day that he would find his other half. And yet now the anticipation was mixed with uncertainty. Who was she, and what pack was she from to have a scent like that? The questions had occupied his mind for days.

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[Kiroshiven]

• Leon
• Ramon
• Errikki

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  Another morning here at a cabin, another morning stuck waking up his annoying little sister. To think that she'd sleep in so late when not with the pack? She's far more diligent at home. He snarled to himself as he opened up the door to see his little sister sprawled out onto the bed. Her hair splayed out all over the pillows. "Get up Luna. It's nearly mid-day." He walked over and kicked the mattress, sliding the feet of the mattress so that one corner was far enough off the bed that the mattress tilted, rolling his sister onto the floor. "We have places to go and things to discuss." His words were curt as he turned around and went back down the stairs towards the kitchen where he last saw Rayna.
  
  "Rayna, make sure that Luna gets up and over to the meeting. We already have a bad enough reputation as the boneyard pack. I don't need her being tardy to the meeting and making it any worse." He sighed while stepping out onto the back porch. It's only us three here. The rest of the pack felt at least agreed with me that bringing too many would incite a battle. His thoughts were interrupted as a specific smell once again hit his nostrils. There it is again. He huffed and scratched at his nose. There was a distinct smell that had been bothering him ever since he got there. The smell of rain and old books continued to plague at his nostrils. He huffed as he shook his head. Focus Leon. You've got a job to do. Leon shift into his wolf form and started moving through the forest towards where all the others would be meeting up. All the while that smell kept growing stronger.
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  The male stretched out as he continued to trod along. The large wolf accompanied by his black and white companion. "Thanks for tagging along Nyla. I know you're not fond of socializing with others, but having you here is a relief." He barked happily as the two neared the meeting grounds for the packs. When he got hit by a sudden and strong smell that garnered all his attention. One was the scent of leather and smoke. Not normal smells for the forest that was for certain. "Wait, could it be?" He looked to Nyla. "You go on ahead. I'm...." He smelled the air and started walking towards it. "Going this way." He shifted back into his human form. Though his ears and claws stayed. He was proud of his heritage just like his people, but these few things made it so hard to travel.
  
  Getting far enough away from Nyla, Ramon couldn't help but look about. He couldn't find any flowers that he could use. Then again, they were in a forest. Most flowers that would be able to speak to his partner wouldn't be that present. Damnit. I knew that someday I'd meet my mate, but now I'm completely unprepared! He began to panic before taking a deep breath. The smell once again hitting him. It was stronger, she was getting closer. He turned towards where she was coming from. What will she be like? I do hope that she's not feral. That would be difficult. But outside of that, I won't be picky. I'm just happy that maybe I wont' feel as alone in my pack anymore.
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  The vampire sat in his cave. How many years had it been since he last laid to rest his only companion? Ten? Twenty? The time didn't matter anymore. Each day was another blink in the history of his life. Every person he came into contact with, every person he killed, he would forget them at some point, just as history forgot each life he took on. "Ugh." The man groaned as he stood up from his throne. Had he moved in the last few days? He couldn't remember. But he did know that his smell was starting to become strong enough to bother him. "I need a wash." He mumbled as he stepped out of the cave and into the sunlight. The stinging sensation of the blasted rays making him cringe as they did every time he stepped into the light. The male sighing as it once again forced him to face the fact that Hel had chosen him to suffer as her champion. Though grateful for the honor, it still made life hard.
  
  He walked his way through the woods to the river where he quickly cleaned himself off. The hidden supplies of soap and such kept there rather than in his home just in case someone stumbled upon his dwellings. He didn't want people realizing someone lived their lest they be inclined to return. Finally finishing and changing into a new set of clothes he stood and listened. It felt like the world had gone quiet. No bird, no bugs, no wild animals. Something had come into the area that shouldn't have been. Taking a sniff of the air, Eerikki realized that there were new smells all about. "Werewolves. It must be some kind of gathering." He huffed while climbing up into one of the trees getting into a high branch. "Time to do some investigating." As he leapt off the branch he turned into a bat and began to fly through the shade and see what on earth these wolves were up to.
  

 

[BOKEH.]

• AZRA
• RHYS

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  demar

  ;; azra

  The Alpha's adoptive daughter was never invited to go on expeditions such as this one. She had spent her life folded between the pages of her sketchbook for it was the place she felt safest in. She had been hidden from the public eye for she was seen as an embarrassment for some and was deprived of normalcy from a young age. However, for whatever reason, this time was different. Whether it was fate that dragged her here or simply a lucky strike on her part--she did not know. But, whatever was it was, the young lycanthrope was just happy to be brought along for once.
  
  The faint aroma of coffee and the sudden awareness of an odd hardness against her cheek had stirred Azra from her slumber that morning. A soft groan escaped from her lips as she raised her head up from her arms. Underneath her arms was her sketchbook which sat on top of an old, wooden desk in her room. Last night, the dark-eyed female had spent the majority of her night up, drawing a series of meaningless scribbles across a singular page. She must have accidentally fallen asleep while doing so.
  
  The dark-haired beauty gave her facial cheeks a couple good pats with her hands to wake herself up before peeling out of the chair she had been in. Her body was a bit stiff from the position she had slept in and her damaged ached from all of the doodles she had created before she fell asleep. Even so, those inconveniences did not stop her from haphazardly scrambling to get ready for the day. She was quite excited to attend the meeting as it opened the doorway for her to meet new people. And Azra was all about that.
  
  She practically skipped out of her room after she finished getting ready and followed the nutty, rich scent of coffee to the kitchen. There, in the kitchen, stood a familiar dark-haired man. He was leaned up to the counter with a mug pressed up to his lips. She grinned and quickly approached the much taller lycanthrope. She gripped his arm with her good hand, causing him pull away from his drink and look down at her. "Good morning, cousin!" she greeted Rhys enthusiastically (and quite loudly at that). "I'm going to take a real quick peek around outside! I'll be right back! I promise! Okay? Sound good? Okay good!" she said quickly. Before he could even process or object to her brilliant plan, her hand fell from his arm and she was running for the door. Like actually running. She could hear him call something after her, but she didn't stop. Instead, she pulled open the front door of the cabin and crossed the threshold into the outside world.
  
  The chilled air immediately kissed her face, bringing a satisficed smile to her lips. What she had not told her cousin was that "a real quick peek" wasn't exactly her plan. The curious female had some exploring to do before the meeting.
  
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  anne Cosmos
  
  

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  nightingale

  ;; rhys

  There was little sleep for someone like Rhys. He had been up before the first light of dawn doing mindless things like reorganizing his already organized clothes, taking a little walk around the cabin, re-examining the inside of the cabin—those types of things. He had had too many things on his mind to sleep. There were missing people to worry about and a meeting being held today. He also had to worry about his current travel companions. Well, maybe not so much Anne for she could handle herself well enough but Azra, on the other hand? Doubtful.
  
  The dark-haired boy had eventually snacking on whatever he could find in the kitchen. He wasn’t much of a cook. He could cook something but he was by no means skilled at it. The majority of his time had been sacrificed to learning the ways of a beta and studying hard in school. In other words, he was busy and ate on the go a lot.
  
  After making himself a cup of coffee, the muscular lycanthrope leaned back against the counter. He let out a sigh and brought the cup to his lips. At this point, he had become quite aware of his younger cousin's consciousness because, frankly, she wasn't exactly quiet about it. Even before she practically danced over to him with a suspicious amount of energy, he could hear her banging around in her room.
  
  When the small female seized his arm, he glanced away from his mug and down at the girl with a slightly quirked brow.
  
  "Good morning, cousin!" she had greeted him with her usual cheeriness. "I'm going to take a real quick peek around outside! I'll be right back! I promise! Okay? Sound good? Okay good!"
  
  Before he could even respond or fully process the swiftly spoken words that came out of her mouth, she was already fleeing the scene. Slightly flustered by this, he quickly placed his coffee down on the counter and stood up straight.
  
  "Hey, wait!" he called, "You should eat something first! Little Phoenix!" But his words seemed to a be a wasted effort. He tipped his head back and let out an exasperated sigh. He probably should go after her, especially since there were plenty of unfamiliar lycanthrope lurking beyond the cabin. However, for whatever reason, Rhys decided to stay where he was and hoped his decision did not come back to bite him in the ass.

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