03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
After a long work week, it wasn’t unusual to find the editor of the Tribune, pampering himself at the local local shopping center. Cisco likes to keep his hair well-maintained, not to mention his favorite place to get his monthly mani & pedi was also in the little strip. Anytime his age began to show through too much, he’d go in for a touch up and shaping. Otherwise his kids liked to give him grief over his visible grey hairs. And people said being a parent was fun.
He glanced up over the paper as his stylist asked if he was satisfied with his fresh cut and color, and he beamed at the younger man with a nod. “Markus, there’s no one in this town I trust with my hair aside from you. Tend across the board.” he studied his side profile and couldn’t help but feel a pinprick of conceited pride. The man might just be a touch vain, but he wasn’t an ass about it.
He paid and left a hefty tip for Markus as a thanks for his services, and stepped outside, cost laid over his arm as her considered his next stop. Possibly some last minute Christmas shopping. He was dressed a little less business today and a touch more casual in some dark wash jeans with a white button up under a deep green pullover sweater. Eyes looking at his phone as he tapped a quick response to a work email, though he’d stupidly kept walking and ended up running into someone, dropping his phone as he did. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry!”
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Dec 22, 2023 4:13:32 GMT
Tristan stiffened as he was suddenly bumped into, a shiver of displeasure and intense discomfort washing through him. He stepped back, narrowly avoiding bumping into a woman with arms full of shopping bags. The werewolf took a deep breath, calming himself forcibly, eyes focused in on the man who invaded his personal space without warning or consent.
This was why he disliked crowded human locations like malls. Holidays aside. He was entirely unaware of the soft growl that left his throat as he studied the offender in front of him. The scent of chemical dyes, and shampoo and polish wrinkled his nose as he examined the man. He was handsome, in a soft sort of way. Not that it made the contact forgivable.
But the apology immediately pacified him. Tristan straightened himself, tugging the sides of his navy trench coat and fixing the collar. "You are forgiven," he said, though his dark eyes never left the man's face.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Dec 22, 2023 5:35:46 GMT
Cisco felt like a complete ass, he knew better than to keep moving when he was distracted by the stupid cell phone. Work or not, it wasn’t excusable. He knelt to pick up the device, barely giving it a once over to at least ensure it wasn’t cracked before he slipped it into his pocket. Standing back up he offered a rather apologetic and sheepish smile. “I appreciate that, thanks.” Cisco gave a nod, finally taking in the other man. He was quite a bit taller than Cisco was, and seemed to possess this air of mystery about him. And not simply because he was new in town.
“I really ought to pay more attention, especially with how busy everything is right now.” He scolded himself lightly and ran a hand through his hair before raising a brow. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before, I’m Francisco Irwin, though most everyone just calls me Cisco.” He shared with an affirmative nod.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Dec 22, 2023 7:39:55 GMT
Tristan watched the man pick up his phone. He had never owned one of those things. While he understood that it offered unparalleled levels of communication, he didn't have the focus or desire for a phone.
He took the man at face value and nodded. “You should,” he huffed, looking down at him. All the time. He slipped his hands into his pockets, still staring as the man continued. The werewolf blinked at being given his name. Was it supposed to mean something to him? Francisco was a nice name, one that made him wonder why people shortened it. But honestly Tristan wasn't sure why the man was still speaking to him.
Despite that, part of the werewolf felt the need to share in return. It was a sort of obligation the man had. “Tristan,” he said simply, holding out his hand.
Should the man take it, however, Tristan spur of the moment decided not to simply shake on it. He would shake his hand tightly and tug Cisco after him, looking for a quieter area of the shopping center.
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Dec 22, 2023 20:41:50 GMT
The way the other man’s eyes seemed to never move from him was almost unnerving. But, not in a bad way. Just… different than he was used to. His cheeks flushed a little at his agreement with him needing to pay better attention, but he did say it first. Cisco watched as the man extended his hand and offered his own name; Tristan. he gave a half smile as he accepted the offered hand to give it a firm shake. Only, he didn’t just receive a hand shake.
Suddenly the man was also pulling him in tow to who knew where. But he wasn’t concerned, there was a certain level of excitement that raised his levels of adrenaline as he was tugged around by this complete stranger. It might not have been so exciting if the man wasn’t so attractive, this caused Cisco to be rather distracted.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Dec 22, 2023 21:38:31 GMT
The werewolf could be impulsive. Between his choice to travel this direction to his present roommate to his light traveler lifestyle, he often found himself making choices quickly or with little information. But he had been around long enough to know what he liked. To not bother with the things he didn't like. It was very liberating, to live as he did. He owned all of his choices, regardless of his opinion of them, they were his and he was empowered to make more. At the moment, pulling the human along with him, he hadn't yet decided what he wanted. To scare him in some sort of retaliation?
Tristan disliked being petty for the sake of pettiness. But in his original pack, everyone learned not just their place in the pack, but how they became their best selves and how they supported those below them. Poor awareness, physically and socially, were quickly corrected. If this human were in his pack, he would have wrestled him to the ground. Not because he wanted a fight. But because that feeling of suddenly being attacked mirrored how he felt when someone else touched him without warning. It was very much a modified 'eye for an eye' codes of conduct. Humans, on the other hand, frowned upon suddenly starting a warranted fight.
He didn't honestly pay too much attention to where he took the man. A shoe or clothing store maybe? All the way to the back with some startled looks from the employees. Tristan pushed Fransisco against the wall, pressing both palms to the wall on either side of him but no longer actually touching the man. He loomed over the man and pinned him to the wall with a dark look that sought to pierce his soul. Beside them, a rack of discarded shirts and pants hung. On their right was a bank of stall style doors, and at the other end of the hall were restrooms that the werewolf failed to notice. "I should teach you a lesson for touching me." The fact was stated quietly, somewhere between dangerous and thoughtful. Whatever that lesson was remained a mystery.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Dec 22, 2023 22:25:38 GMT
Cisco was very aware that he could have just pulled he hand away from the man, or at least he believed he could. But he was always interested in a good story, and this was probably the most fascinating and random thing to happen to him in the last few months.
Without asking anything, he simply followed the man with a curious expression on his face. Heart racing from the elevated adrenaline levels. He didn’t even have time to fully process what was happening. He just knew one moment he had bumped into a stranger in the shopping center, and now he was against a wall with this man’s hands on either side of him.
The words confused him slightly, not quite understanding why Tristan seemed to bothered. It wasn’t like he had tried to attack him or anything, it was a simple accident. And strangely enough he couldn’t help but find the entire situation rather… exciting. He was an odd one for sure. “What do you have in mind?”
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Dec 23, 2023 4:49:33 GMT
To him, the question was literal. There was no playful encouragement, no vague interest. Just a question. One he knew the answer to easily. But one he was not going to share so directly. He could smell and feel the man's general excitement. If not for exactly how excited he was, Tristan wouldn't have been able to read any emotion. And humans thought the werewolf was strange.
Tristan leaned a bit closer, feeling the other man's scruff tickle his own. He took a long deep breath, drinking in his scent, closing his eyes. He let out a low hum. This close, underneath the pampering of the salon, the man's natural scent settled around his soap and shampoo. He smelled of heavy parchment and softer licorice under the faint aroma of sex. The werewolf's lips twitched into a brief smile. "You misunderstand, Cisco," he rumbled finally, shifting one foot between Cisco's legs, his thigh applying a practiced amount of gentle upward pressure between the two. "This is the part where I get to touch you without asking." Except besides his leg, he did not touch him. While he pinned him to the wall with his body, he didn't physically restrain the man. Simply continued to tease his breath over his neck and enjoy the man's soft musky scent. Dragging him all this way had been enough force applied.
If the man wanted to know what it was Tristan had in mind, he would stay. If he didn't want to know, he would leave.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Dec 23, 2023 6:45:33 GMT
The fact that Cisco found himself more aroused than confused was concerning in it own way, but the man had odd taste and preferences. So what if a strange, attractive man tugging him through a crowded mall to find a more private area to press him against a wall was something he found intriguing and thrilling, to each his own. The authority this man possessed definitely brought out a side of Cisco that wasn’t often seen. His breath caught in his chest when Tristan’s face got close enough that he could feel his scruff graze his own. What was he doing? Cisco heard the man inhale and he tried not to swallow too loudly, not quite sure what to do but stand and wait for Tristan to speak again. And when he did, fuck did his words send a surprisingly pleasant rush of Cisco’s spine.
The movement of Tristan’s leg made Cisco all kinds of curious as to what exactly Tristan had in mind, but he wasn’t left in suspense too long. Tristan spoke again and the goosebumps that raced across his skin made him nearly shiver with excitement. What the hell kinda of effect did this man have on him? Normally Cisco was mouthy, cocky and confident. He felt like an overly excited teenage boy in this moment. he cleared his throat and raised a brow. “Oh, I mean… seems fair.” He slightly stumbled through his statement, not at all interested in breaking whatever spell this stranger had over him. He was determined to find out exactly what the other man meant, even if just out of his curiosity than for any other reason… okay and a little because he was extremely turned on.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Dec 23, 2023 7:45:39 GMT
The werewolf could smell the man's arousal. Could hear him swallow softly. Felt his heartbeat only increase in intensity. But despite being given every opportunity to extract himself from the moment, he barely moved a muscle except to shiver in what Tristan had to guess was pleasure. It wasn't cold in here after all.
Behind them, footsteps moved into the changing area, one of the employees collecting a cart full of discard clothes before walking out with barely a glance in their direction. Tristan heard the sound partly, tilting his head away from Cisco for a moment before refocusing his entire attention on the man before him. He growled softly as the man suggested this was fair compensation for his previous transgressions. He took another slow breath of the man's shampoo and cologne, leaning closer to trail his fangs over the exposed skin of his neck. He moved one hand to press it against Cisco's shirt, more physically pinning him to the wall as he added his tongue to the mix, licking his neck and letting out a soft hum. His other hand he left up as a bit of a screen, leaning his hips and thighs forward to pressed against him more than suggestively.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Dec 23, 2023 9:02:17 GMT
The was something so strangely intoxicating about the way Tristan kept him there without actually doing anything to keep him there. Cisco was merely held captive by his own curiosity. Not that he’d complain, he was ready to know just what his intentions were. His eyes darted to the employee who didn’t even seem to notice them, making Cisco even more aware of how little privacy they truly had. Which was only adding to the thrill.
The soft growl wasn’t entirely unexpected, and Cisco just couldn’t decide if he was more nervous or aroused. The teeth on his neck made Cisco’s head press back against the wall as he closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. Then there was a hand that more effectively had him ‘pinned’ to the wall. Then he felt Tristan tongue and he couldn’t help but fight the urge to run his hands up the other man’s chest. “Oh f-fuck.” The feel of Tristan’s hips and thighs pressing forward caused Cisco’s face to get flushed, his erection causing him almost mild discomfort at this point.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Dec 23, 2023 18:35:29 GMT
The mix of emotions was exactly what he wanted. Although a terrible read of emotion from a body language and facial expression standpoint, scent he could read much better. But it was only when those emotions were intense, and he was close that he could tell. And not every emotion was communicated so intimately by scent and a racing heartbeat. But pressed against the man now, both of those were things he could feel as tangible, real things in the erection pressed against his crotch and the slamming of Cisco's heart against his palm.
Tristan took the hand that brushed against his chest and pressed it back against the wall. They were in a pleasant grey area of contact, but the other man's hand was still very much not wanted. Another tally mark against him, which meant this was going to go further than just a it of teeth and pressure. "You still misunderstand," he said simply, because he did want the man to understand the rules. The werewolf wasn't so mean as to leave him entirely fumbling around in the dark. He pressed his teeth against his skin, enjoying the heat and the pulse of his blood rushing just beneath the surface. Tristan absolutely understood why vampires drank blood from this spot. At least the physical side. There was intimacy here. A closeness. A power.
He slid his hand down the man's shirt, almost tenderly lifting his shirt to press his hand to Cisco's bare stomach, exploring his body slowly. He tightened his grip on his fingers, and pulsed his hips ever so faintly against him, providing an infuriating amount of friction.
Human
Head Editor at The Tribune & Volunteer Firefighter
Post by Francisco ‘Cisco’ Irwin on Dec 23, 2023 19:35:33 GMT
To say he’d never been in such a position and situation with a stranger was actually surprising, considering Cisco was known to have some pretty loose morals, especially when it came to casual encounters. But no one had ever made him feel so… submissive. He absolutely was not used to this.
He knew he shouldn’t have touched Tristan again, but he couldn’t help it. He was a glutton for punishment apparently. Cisco couldn’t recall a time when he felt so helpless and aroused at the same time. It was such an odd sensation. “Sorry.” He managed out with a catch in his breath the moment he felt the teeth pressing more firmly against his skin.
And then Tristan’s hand was on his chest, moving down and slipping underneath his shirt. The skin on skin contact sending a shiver down his spine, and an involuntary moan escaping his lips at the friction from Tristan’s hips.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Dec 23, 2023 19:52:27 GMT
Cisco apologized and the moment ended.
Tristan pulled his teeth away from his skin and slid his hand out from under the man's shirt. He leaned away, dark eyes taking in the site of the man panting there, somehow both well-groomed and entirely disheveled. His lips twitched into a smile. And then he released his hand and Cisco was a free man once again.
The werewolf stepped back, cocking his head to the side at the sound of footsteps as someone else approached the dressing rooms. He supposed the timing was for the best. Still, he would have liked to press the man further. To see what else he could take. Except this was, as Cisco himself had said, fair. A sincere apology meant the cessation of him exacting repayment. With a nod, he slipped his hands in his pockets and left the man just as aroused as a helpless as before only now much lonelier.