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?
Alec and Arturo had been friends for a number of years. It hadn't always been that way, there had been a time in which it was strictly business and they were simply trying to figure out how to make Sweetwater a place that could work for all the people who lived there, human and supernatural alike. Yet over the years they had formed what could only be described as a friendship. Was it strange for a werewolf and a vampire to spend time together? Sure, but stranger things had happened.
They often went fishing together and the winter season had never stopped them before. They sat inside of an ice fishing tent with a hole in the middle, fishing poles waiting for a bite.
"We found out what was causing the issues in the woods, I'm assuming one of your people told you?" he had heard rumors that a vampire had been present when they found the hellhounds and assumed it was a coven vampire or that Arturo would have other means of finding out.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Mar 25, 2024 21:56:59 GMT
Arturo quite enjoyed fishing. There was something to say for letting the experience of nature wash over and around him. It reminded him that as timeless as he was, the world would continue to move on with or without him. It was also a strangely quaint and mundane activity that required very little attention. Which meant it was good for both conversing and for simply being. He even enjoyed the company of the werewolf he experienced said mundane hobby with.
What the vampire disliked, however, was when Alec insisted they go ice fishing. Arturo wasn't cold-blooded, he simply had no blood of his own at all and that made winter in cold climates take much more work to maintain himself. It meant feeding more often, which meant more outings and trips. Some vampires he knew preferred to travel seasonally during this time or to simply stay home with a trusted companion. But at the moment, the coven leader was lacking one of those. Not that he particularly liked to hole up inside anyway. That wasn't his nature.
He sat huddled inside the little tent one a small folding chair, a thick green coat wrapped around his figure. His gaze was directed outside the tent at the frozen landscape rather than the dismal hole in the floor. The vampire didn't often care if he caught anything.
"A little bird told me the sheriff formed a hunting party and I have an educated guess," he said. He didn't like to give away too much in any conversation with a werewolf, but Alec was different. He'd earned much of the man's respect for organizing the Sweetwater wolves into an organized pack rather than some mangy strays that help barking at Arturo's doorstep. He clarified slightly for the Shadowridge Alpha's benefit, curious what he knew. "None of mine where there, but the bite marks were suspect."
Post by Alec Hargrove on Apr 11, 2024 16:39:34 GMT
Alec nodded thoughtfully at the vampire's reply. "Hellhounds," he stated. "I've never come across any before, have you?" he asked, wondering if maybe Arturo had more information on the potential continued threat than he did.
The supernatural members of the community were often changing and Alec did as much as he could to be aware of as many of them as possible in order to make sure that everything ran as smoothly as possible. It simply wouldn't do if humans started disappearing because some supernatural creature snuck in to hunt. "How many vampires do we have around that aren't part of your coven?" he asked, wanting to stay as up to date as possible and knowing that Arturo would have the best information about the vampires specifically.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Apr 13, 2024 22:02:45 GMT
"I saw signs of some in India ages ago and Belgium more recently. But the only mated pair I had ever seen myself were in what is now Honduras. Around 1700? The locals worshipped them for a long while in peace until foreign missionaries founded a colony in the heart of the hellhounds territory...I didn't stay long enough to see what became of them." Especially at that point in his life, Arturo hadn't been particularly concerned with the lives of mortals, but especially the Church and anyone thinking they knew better than other people. The hellhounds had clearly lived in that area for a while, who was he to say they shouldn't burn that abbey to the ground? He gathered the werewolf was looking less for a history lesson and more for practical details. "They are territorial protectors, seen in ones and twos. As fire entities, they are weak to water. Once their scents wear off, the town may eventually attract another one or two, though these are the first I have seen here. I suspect there is something here they find just as appealing as the rest of us." As for what that was, he had no idea.
According to ancient mortal histories, hellhounds were gate guardians. Protectors of the realm of the dead. The vampire knew a decent bit of history of Sweetwater, but he would not claim to know everything. If there was a passage to the underworld through the town, he didn't know about it but would argue that the hellhounds were drawn in by something else. And even if there were such a 'gate,' they were only doing their job by preventing the living from getting in and the dead from getting out. It was a pity the beasts were dead, but any disruption to the norm drew attention.
"By my count, two officially," he said, watching the fishing line hardly move. He held up two fingers and then ticked them off one by one. "One dear friend and their sire who I have not seen in some time. But you know how much we like to travel." His own coven waxed and waned depending on who was off gallivanting about or taking a nap or bothering to be around town. He did his best to keep tabs on all of them in more and less detail, but this he did so largely out of care. He liked to know what activities they were getting up to, if he could assist them with anything, and to ensure there was always room for them to return to a home here. Even those he had not turned himself were his children, in a way.
Post by Alec Hargrove on Apr 26, 2024 21:34:05 GMT
Alec took in the information about the hellhounds with focused attention so that he wouldn't forget the details. Not that it was particularly likely, he'd always had an excellent memory as a matter of fact, a skill which had been quite the blessing...and sometimes a curse...in his lifetime. It was a relief to know that with the two that had been killed that it was most likely that they were the only ones around. Hopefully they would see no more fires or deaths because of them.
He also didn't know what it was about Sweetwater that drew creatures like themselves to the area but he'd been curious about it for quite some time, especially as more and more supernatural creatures and occurrences seemed to be popping up over the years. "I'd love to find the source of whatever that is that has drawn so many of us here. Maybe one day. Regardless, at least the thread of the hellhounds seems to have passed now, though I won't be letting down my guard any time soon."
He had to admit he was relieved to know that there were not many vampires who weren't part of the coven and that Arturo knew them well. As much as he trusted Arturo and also trusted in his ability to keep his kind in line, it would be trickier if there were more 'loose' vampires that answered only to themselves.
Post by Arturo Diaz de Frontera on Apr 28, 2024 6:17:23 GMT
The vampire always appreciated attention. He quite enjoyed talking about different moments of his life and that wasn't always doable in certain company. With Alec, for a plethora of reasons, that was always much easier. The Alpha had an intense sort of focus, and he rarely forgot anything, even recalling the word choice used in conversation. Arturo was simply pleased that the man was eager to learn. He enjoyed being a teacher, even in small ways.
Between the plague and the hellhounds, he too had noticed the strange occurrences seemed to be more and more noticeable. It was concerning on a number of fronts. The more obvious and apparent to the humans, the more danger the rest of them were in of discovery. While perhaps the hellhounds might not have drawn so much attention if his coven or Alec's pack had handled them sooner, the human's were not oblivious. They would have noticed a gathering. "I've been curious myself. Though while I've encountered a few beasts in my time, I know less about locations of power." He had been a bullfighter, after all. Learning about animals and beasts (and sometimes other intelligent supernatural species) was often of interest to him and in the supernatural world, that was his specialty.
"I haven't seen the sheriff since the search party. I presume you've talked to Gemma?" He had met the deputy but didn't keep the company of many werewolves besides Alec.
He felt a tug on his line and reeled in slowly. More tension and then a tug, so he let it go a bit. At least it was something alive and not a plant or branch. He shifted his feet and reeled in again, slowly working whatever it was closer. It wasn't large, but it was a challenge in being delicate for him. "What's the current count of lone wolves? Not that I wish to stray too close to pack politics," he said with a chuckle, the pun definitely intended.