Briar Solanine Tinuviel
Werewolf | The Beta Male | Mentions : Ikaris

A young golden eyed male couldn't sleep. His usual methods of tea and staring at the wall wasn't working - maybe he should get some sleeping pills? He gave a soft groan at the thought as he moved out of bed. Might as well make some coffee, he mused to himself. And he slowly trudged through the dark house - silent as he could be, and he found himself getting a glass of orange juice instead. And he realized he had passed Ikaris's room but there was no one there and he gave a small frown. That was weird, he thought as he grabbed his phone - apparently he had abandoned it on the kitchen counter, and he gave a soft groan at the blinding light, squinting, he saw the time read 2:03 am. And there were no messages from Ikaris indicating where he was and Briar swore he felt his heart drop at that. He had the urge to call or text him, but that would make him look desperate. And so he resorted fo pacing around the kitchen, trying to figure out what to as his next move. And he decided that he would wait up for Ikaris and if he wasn't by dawn - then he'd be extremely worried. He gave a soft sigh as he moved to a loveseat that was stationed by a lamp and had a good view of the entrance - he wasn't gonna miss it when Ikaris came in.

He doesn't know what happened or how fast he was out, but all he remembers was hearing the door open - he noticed that Ikaris seemed tired, and that was the only reason that Briar stayed in his hidden position on the couch, he'd give him a earful later on. Even though Ikaris was a bit away, he could hear a sigh and that worried him. Briar felt his own sigh coming on, and he noted it was 4 am, and he slowly got off the couch And he made it to the frame of Ikaris door, and noted he had already falllen asleep. Must be nice, he thought amused. And he turned away from the door to go to his little office to get some work done. He had some paperwork to do, and he wasn't gonna be going to sleep anytime soon. And be stationed himself at the desk and started some of it.

A Few Hours Later . . .

All Briar knew was he had fell asleep again, and he groggily groaned as he raised his head from the desk. A piece of paper sticking to his cheek and he mumbled a few curses as he took it off. Giving a sigh, he stood up and winced at the sound of the scraping of the chair against the wood. It was too early for this, he inwardly groaned as he noticed the sun had barely even risen, only a handful of colors painted the sky. He gave a soft sigh, and made his way out the office and to Ikaris room, silently watching his slumbering form - debating his wake up style, should he dump water on him? Or open the curtains. Either way, he was getting up and explaining himself and then he could go back to sleep after he cleaned up. Briar wasn't having the Alpha soil his good Egyptian Cotton Sheets - and he carefully walked over to the window and opened the curtains. The rays of light slowly pooling in, and he sat at the foot of the bed, and layed back - his hair pooled along the sheets, some said his hair was way too long for a guy but he didn't care, he too pride in his hair. Turning his head slightly, he looked at the slumbering form of Ikaris, there was an uncommon softness to it. And an almost . . . sadness and longing in them, did he still have feelings for Ikaris? Yes, yes he did. Would he ever be confident enough to just tell him, no, no he didn't think he would be. After all, Ikaris still had a rather warped vision when it came to Elle. Elle, the name sounded sweet but it was like bile on his tongue - he gave a short scowl at the thought of her.

But he focused his attention back on the sleeping male. He reached out his arm - as if to touch his hair, a slight lean as well, but he froze at the thought. What would the others think of him? Him pining over a guy? And he retracted his hand and held it close to him as if he had saved it from some sort of fire, and it was trembling softly - in a way, so was he. And he forced himself to sit up on the bed and he stared hard at the floor a confused and perplex expression on his face. And he slowly grew closer to Ikaris for a second and then he could note the wounds on his face and his rather pungent state and he gave an offended scowl as he wrinkled his nose in displeasure. He shook the male gently but with a firmness to it.

"Ikaris V. Ravik," he hissed threateningly, " you are gonna wake up and let me treat those unattended wounds. Seriously, do you want them to get infected, and then you are going to take a shower because you reek, like horribly. And then and only then can you go back to sleep, but be warned we will be having a talk about you coming in at 4:00 am later." He says and ends with a huff. And he then gets up and goes to get some medical supplies. Some of the things he grabs was a room temperature bottled water, some cotton swabs and cotton balls, hydrogen peroxide, and neosporin. He also grabbed an ice pack for good measure and a towel.

He then took Ikaris face in his hand with a stubborn and annoyed pout on his face, something uncommon for him, after wetting the towel with the room temperature water, he slowly dabbed it on the wounds. If anyone knew Briar, they would know he would've been a medic if he hadnt became Ikaris's right hand man - he had the degree but never put it to use, but he gave a tired sigh. " You know I was worried sick about you, right? You didn't call, didn't text - it took me waking up from an uncomfortable dream to realize you hadn't even been here yet, and then waking up to you trying to sneak back in like some teenager who's done something bad." He lectured, with a worried tone and continued to dab at the facial wounds, particularly the one on his lip and he gave a contemplative hum, "Jordan will need to give you stitches for your lip, the split is too big and food might get in it and we don't want that." And he then grabbed Ikaris's hand softly and dabbed on his bloody knuckles. He had stopped his ranting and was focused on his task at the moment.

"You're reckless, you know." He said softly as he cleaned the wounds, " reckless with yourself and your heart. . ." He said his voice a bit somber and hurt, yet their was something underlying - maybe a longing? Who knew, " I don't know what drove you to drink to this extent after being good for ages, but I'd rather you talk to me then whatever the hell happened," and he raised his hand for extra measure as he was referring to the myriad of wounds and bruises. And that's when he caught a sickening whiff of a unpleasantly familiar scent and he couldn't help but lean in at the smell and he gave a small angry frown, "why do you smell like that cheap and loud cologne that that wench of women wears. Ikaris, don't tell me . . ." His voice was a mix of emotions anger, shock, but what shone through the most was hurt. And he had to pinch the bridge of his nose angrily and give a angry grunt of frustration - he didn't know whether it was jealousy coursing through his veins or just pure anger at the whole situation. He had to give a calming sigh.

He decided the best course of action was to change the topic before he went ballistic, "So when you wake up, what do you want to eat? And if the pack asks, what's going on - what do you want me to tell them, besides not to disturb you while you rest and get yourself situated."

Scarlet Penelope Bloom

Vampire | Coven Leader | Indirectly Mentions: Jackson, the Coven

As dawn's first light painted the sky with hues of orange and gold, the house started to come to life. The house was on a hill, looking over the town and the forest, with golden gates surrounding the house and yard. For all the town knew, some rich family bought this mansion, looking for some fresh air and a new start. No one, besides the Coven, knew why anyone would want to buy this haunted mansion. Scarlet explained it away as a “fixer upper” house, but the truth was Scarlet’s grandmother used to own this mansion. Majority of the belongings were still in the house, covered in white cloth to help prevent dust. It brought Scarlet a sense of closure being here. Yet, fueled a centuries long grudge to get back at the wolves who hunted her family. Scarlet asked the Coven to play nice with the townsfolk, to help out throughout town, to only feed from animals or the blood bank to maintain a low profile. She wanted the town to be her allies and when it was time - to help run the werewolves out.

Scarlet and the Coven had made a point to befriend a few key figures in town. Honey-coated smiles and charm with a little bit of compulsion won them over. They attended community events, joined local clubs, and volunteered for various causes. Over time, the townsfolk began to see them as eccentric but friendly newcomers, unaware of their true nature, every one of her members had their unique ways of fitting in. While the Coven was committed to maintaining a low profile, Scarlet wanted time to plot. She couldn’t - wouldn’t - risk her Coven. They would be prepared when a confrontation happens. Months of renovation took place at the mansion. Completely transforming the once dated home to a more modern look. To keep strengthening their bonds with the town, the gates opened. Often hosting gatherings and parties that the whole town eagerly attended. Yet, there was still a trepidation presence to the home that had many looking over the shoulders like something was going to jump out from the shadows. Nonetheless, the townspeople couldn't help but marvel at the transformation and the free alcohol helped subdue any anxious feelings. While the Coven was integrating with the townspeople, they were also eavesdropping on conversations and uncovering hidden secrets of the past through drunken rambles or morning gossip.

Inside the towering mansion, Scarlet stirred from her slumber, her locks of lilac hair sprawled out on her black satin pillowcases. Beside her, nestled comfortably on a velvet cushion, was her ever-loyal companion, a sleek black cat named Persephone. As Scarlet slowly opened her eyes, Persephone stretched, arching her back with grace, and blinked her bright, emerald eyes in greeting. With a soft smile, Scarlet rose from her bed and scratched the purring feline on her head. She made her way to the window, where the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting playful patterns on the wooden floor. She stared out into the vast forest, she had heard Jackson come in late and wondered what sort of mischief he was up to. It brought a smile to her face. Her Coven has been patient, keeping to the shadows. She listened to them and they listened to her. This was a long game, and they would reap the rewards to come.

Scarlet moved towards the door, her companion on her heels. She made sure to feed Persephone first before making coffee for herself. Scarlet rummaged through the fridge, grabbing a bag of blood and pouring some in her coffee. She swirled the mixture, getting lost in a daydream. Persephone jumped onto the counter and stared Scarlet down before sneezing to get her attention. Scarlet sighed a laugh before opening up the blinds in the house. As the morning light grew stronger, Scarlet began her daily ritual, gently tending to each plant with nurturing hands, sipping her bloody coffee. Persephone, the inquisitive feline, followed Scarlet from one plant to another, occasionally pausing to bat playfully at a falling leaf or to bask in the sun's warm embrace.

Amidst her daily chores, Scarlet's mind wandered back to the past, to the memories that tied her to this grand mansion. The creaking of the old wooden floors and the soft rustling of leaves outside seemed to echo the whispers of her ancestors, the vampires who once called this place home. Her grandmother, in particular, held a special place in her heart. Lightly touching her necklace as she reflected on her grandmother’s memory.