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?
Whole she didn’t technically need shoes for her run, he most certainly would. She gave a playful chuckle and tried her damndest not to look too terribly disappointed when he removed himself from being in contact with her. And though she tried, she wasn’t successful in keeping her face from showing a glimmer of that disappointment, but she was quick to look down and instead begin removing her belt. It was more decorative than being used practically, as the shorts she had on were by no means loose enough to be slipping off without the belt in place.
“Okie dokie.” Darcy said casually as she eased out of her socks and folded one inside the other before tossing it up onto the porch. Of course, she would need to shed her clothes before she ‘wolfed out’. But she’d wait until they were in the woods, just in case anyone might be observing. Better safe than sorry and all that jazz.
Darcy glanced back up as Ferris stepped back out onto the porch, then gave a gentle shake of her head at his question as he made his way down the steps.
“Nope. If you’re ready, I am too.” She assured him with one of her charming smiles before giving his arm a gentle nudge. “Ya know, if you ever wanted to try riding a werewolf; all you have to do is ask.” She teased with a wink and began heading toward the tree line, giving her messy curls a gentle toss over her shoulder.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 24, 2024 1:35:14 GMT
Grey eyes scanned her up and down, noticing she had removed her own socks. The implication didn't register despite what they had just said to each other. But he supposed barefoot was a choice. Better than getting her socks dirty. He looked across the small houses, toward the closest trees. It wasn't forest proper, not really, but the trees were dense enough and connected to the rest of the woodlands around them.
Ferris couldn't imagine living in the city. Not like his sister. Even if he had hated the farm they grew up on, he still loved the idea of it. The space. The trees. The sunsets. The dogs. The stars. The smell of hay and grass and rain…
Even in the dark, he coukd tell there were clouds. Maybe it would rain a little. If he was lucky.
“If I what?” He asked, coughing and looking back at Darcy, his boots crunching on the gravel. He had heard her, but in his current state, everything took longer to settle in. But rather than simply stare at her, he tried to vocalize his confusion. For her sake. “Do you…want me to ask or is this a trap?” Ferris’ lowering tone made it very clear he thought it was a trap.
He shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed after her. Then pulled them out of his pockets again. He could smoke more later. Not if they were ‘running’ and he was already coughing.
There was something about being barefoot that just made Darcy smile. Especially outdoors. Feeling so grounded and connected to the earth… Okay, so maybe being a werewolf also made her come off a bit more ‘hippy-dippy’ than she realized. But hey, she was just enjoying herself. Plus, her mom had always gone barefoot on their little picnics and such when she was a child. The woman always had a fun bright color on her toes too, which occasionally Darcy replicated when she was feeling down. Currently there was a bright pink on her own toenails, having found herself missing her mother a lot recently. Especially with the upcoming trip to Switzerland.
“I want you to know that if you get tired or sick, I can easily get you back here.” She teased with a gentle laugh, amusement sparkling in those dark eyes. Sure she might not look like much in her human form when it came to the idea of packing the man any great distance, but as a wolf; easy breezy. “Though, if you’re tipsy you might not want to try. You could fall off or get sick.” She mused aloud as she took in a deep breath. No other wolves from her pack out tonight, at least not here. But there was the smell of rain in the air, that always made for an amusing time. Though, she didn’t love how she smelled a bit like a wet dog after being in the rain any amount of time.
Just one of the joys of being a werewolf.
“Smells like it might rain, you still good for the walk?” She asked as they neared the edge of the tree line, raising a brow and shooting a look his way.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 24, 2024 3:47:05 GMT
Darcy's painted toenails were difficult to see. But he could tell they were painted in the light of the porch. Murphy had done that on any occasion where people might see her feet. On days where there had been not apparent reason for this, Ferris had eventually figured out it was her asking to have sex. A much too subtle ask for the likes of him, but now it was something he noticed. Even if he knew that wasn't what Darcy meant. But he knew she didn't paint her nails often so it had to mean something.
“I've ridden horses drunker than this,” he said, feeling the need to make that clear. Though admittedly that had been one time. And he had thrown up later. It was much too dark for him to catch her expression or see much beyond the outline of life left on her figure from the passing lamps.
He lengthened his stride to catch up with her as they winded their way through the houses. “Rain is my favorite season,” he said firmly. He had no I te tonight of going back whether she hesitated or not. “Just make sure I don't trip on anything,” he said, since he knew she could see better than him. Hopefully there were trails around.
Of course, walking through yards of her neighbors might seem a bit odd, but this late at night she wasn’t worried about bothering anyone. Besides; who was really going to yell at her? Even if they weren’t pack members, Darcy was well liked in her little neighborhood. Namely because she didn’t cause trouble and wasn’t shy about giving out vouchers for cave tours and hikes. Just because she didn’t claim to have many friends, didn’t mean she wasn’t friendly with people.
“Oh? And did you ride that horse bareback, or did you have a saddle?” She asked with a cheeky hint to her voice, side stepping a ditch, automatically reaching for Ferris’ hand to guide him away from the ditch and toward a more familiar little dirt path. Darcy made no move to release his hand right away, instead guiding him along the dirt path and grinning at the feel of it beneath her feet
“Ya know, you enjoying the rainy season makes sense… it suits you.” She said softly, weaving through some trees before stopping and finally releasing his hand. She didn’t want to, but if she was going to run, she needed to strip and change. “I’ll do my best to keep you from falling.” She offered a nod, though he likely wouldn’t notice. With a quick inhale and glance around, Darcy began to shed her layers of clothes. Jean shorts, t-shirt, and the -surprisingly not matching- neon green bra and bright orange lace cheekies were all removed and folded in a neat little pile at the base of a tree.
“Well, I guess I’ll be back momentarily.” Darcy gave a slightly awkward chuckle, glad for the dark because she just knew her cheeks were bright red. She turned to go off a short distance so he didn’t have to listen to the sounds of her bones breaking and her held in cries of pain. It didn’t matter how many times she did it; there was always pain in changing forms. But when those gold eyes took over and her form changed; a loud howl would escape from her throat.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 24, 2024 4:45:04 GMT
Her question made him have to think. “I've ridden bareback,” he began and then after a moment got the the question. “But not that time. Couldn't get my feet in the stirrups though…”he mumbled. He was entirely oblivious to her teasing.
Ferris closed his hand around hers as she reached for him, plodding after her and by some miracle managing to miss the ditch he couldn't see. He could tell from the sound of his boots though they had moved on from grass and gravel to dirt. A path maybe, as the houses stopped and the trees began. The sounds of insects and other nighttime noises began to unfurl around them.
He nodded his agreement. Rains were dark and dreary and heavy and sad and painful. Just like he was. “Perfectly.” Ferris put his hand to the darkness that was likely a tree trunk, settling against it when she released his hand. Right. This part. And he couldn't even enjoy seeing her nude in the dark. “Thanks.” He leaned against the tree, simply listening in the dark to his own breathing. He pulled out his lighter, fiddling with it in the dark. What the fuck was he doing?
Wherever Darcy went was far enough he couldn't hear, but part of him still knew and he shivered in sympathy pains and distress. The very close howl made him jump, lighter leaping from his fingers to land with a soft thud and tinkle on the ground. “Fuck,” he mumbled. Half for the racing shock in his chest from what he guessed was Darcy and half to dripping his lighter. He crouched down to feel around carefully.
His slight delays in processing her questions and grasping the conversation fully were quite amusing, especially since this was not a side of Ferris she often saw. In fact, the last time she saw him this drunk was the first night they-
No, she didn’t need to be thinking of that right now. She needed to just focus on undressing and getting herself off into the woods so she could transition without scaring the man more. “Well, just let me know if you get tired of walking.” She teased before she made her way off. There was nothing about being naked around him that gave her pause. It just felt natural… right. Specially when it meant she was getting to change into her wolf form.
While the process typically sounded horrendous; it only took a matter of moments for her to break nearly every bone in her body and change from her lithe, human form to one of a large, dark grey wolf. Piercing golden eyes could see near flawlessly in the dark, and she stretched for a moment, shaking out her fur before slowly trotting in the direction of Ferris.
His scent was so much stronger for her in this form. If she thought his scent intoxicating before; it was absolutely inescapable when she was her wolf. The large, oversized wolf flicked her ears slightly as she inhaled and then let out a quick huff. Rain was definitely coming soon, she could practically taste it in the air. It didn’t take her long to return to him, though it did take much of her self control not to rush him with a tackle. The last thing she needed to do was make the man sick or nauseous.
Instead, she approached and sat about ten feet from him. Her tail flicked playfully, but she was trying so hard to think about behaving properly and not pouncing the man before her. But, looking off to the left as the sounding of approaching rain reached her ears. She pawed at the path, waiting for him to join her on the path.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 27, 2024 1:09:28 GMT
Tired of walking? He gave Darcy a look, not entirely sure what she meant by this implication. If he said he was tired, what would she do? Pick him up? Drag him? Give him a ride? But she was so tiny compared to him. Sure, her thighs were really strong and her lovely, tanned arms had some meat on them, but he was a big boy, not some little kids lost on a hike.
And then of course he was distracted by her stripping and any easy line of understanding was gone. Sure, it was dark, but he could see her outline and knew her body well enough to see her soft, supple body in his head. He almost admitted as much to her too, before she simply walked off, leaving him alone against the tree with thoughts of her and the lighter in his hand.
His fingers closed around the metal in the dark as he heard her bounding steps return only to stop suddenly. He fixed the darkness where he roughly knew she was, her dark form an inkier black in the night with two golden eyes that reflected the faint light of the moon. He pushed himself up and shoved the lighter back in his pocket. "You know I can't fucking see, right?" he said, stepping toward her on largely faith. He felt like Indiana Jones in the Last Crusade, walking across and 'invisible' bridge. Ferris meant to make a few more stupid jokes, but he was having enough trouble finding his footing. "Shoulda brought a flashlight. Guess then you wouldn't be able to see, eh?" He moved extra carefully, knowing he would be hard pressed to right himself in his current state if he lost his balance. Thankfully there was a vague trail that was clear and the more they walked, provided Darcy didn't actually run off (not that he would blame her, that was the entire point) he could find his way in the dark.
The pain experienced during a transition from human to werewolf was excruciating for a younger wolf, and if one continued to turn and go through it more regularly, it was easier to grow more accustomed to the pain. There would always be pain in the transition, one didn’t simply break bones and change into an entirely different creature without experiencing discomfort and pain. But, some of the elders could make it through a transition without so much as a grimace. Darcy would do well not to scream, but it wasn’t easy. Especially not if she was sporting any tense or sore muscles or wounds. Thankfully, anything she might be experiencing was internal. And if the old drunks she used to hang around were to be believed “you fix outside wounds with rubbing alcohol, and inside wounds with drinking alcohol.”.
Hey, it sounded right in theory at least.
The dark grey wolf released a pent up howl after shaking her fur and taking in everything; the sounds, sights and scents all felt so much stronger in this form. Sure, she had her heightened sense of smell and hearing at all times, but the vision and speed were only in this form. It didn’t take her long at all to return to where Ferris was. His regular scent, though mixed heavily with alcohol, was so enticing.
Sitting on the dirt path she impatiently shook her head before standing and walking toward him, nosing under his hand, seeking to sort of walk around him and help keep him on the path. The one downside to being around him in her wolf form, was she didn’t have a way to talk to him. That was one of the positives to being around other wolves. Even if she was in wolf form, they could hear when she reached out with her mind. She’d simply have to settle for guiding him along the path and trying not to be too playful and knock him down.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 27, 2024 20:20:10 GMT
Ferris was a bit surprised to feel her nose on his arm. Not because it was cold and wet, he had long sleeves, he didn't notice that so much. But just for her to touch him when he didn't know it was coming. He grinned and let her guide him properly onto the path. At least, he assumed as much, since his footing seemed a bit easier. Knowing Darcy was keeping an eye on him helped him be more confident in his steps.
There was something about the darkness, about Darcy walking beside him as a wolf, that was comforting. It removed a lot of pressure. "You're oddly well behaved tonight," he noted. It wasn't something he meant to say out loud exactly. But...oh well. "Also, I have no idea where we are going." Normally, he was pretty good with at least telling his cardinal directions. But even when he got a glimpse of the sky and stars above through the trees, nothing seemed to make sense.
Darcy moved quietly beside Ferris, her paws barely making a sound on the dirt path. She glanced up at him, her golden eyes glinting in the faint light filtering through the thick clouds above. His words made her ears twitch slightly, and she let out a soft huff, almost a laugh in wolf form.
She nudged his arm gently again, reassuring him with her presence. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, and the scent of wet earth and leaves filled her nose. Despite the impending downpour and the unfamiliar path, her senses were sharp and alert. She knew exactly where they were going, even if he didn't. Leading him through the forest felt natural, and she was determined to keep him safe.
When Ferris mentioned her behavior, Darcy flicked her tail briefly, amused. She still wanted to run and jump and tackle him, but didn’t want to hurt him or potentially make him sick. So instead, she stayed close, guiding him with a steady pace, ensuring his footing remained sure. In this form, she couldn't respond with words, but her actions spoke volumes. The trust he placed in her was evident, and she intended to live up to it.
As they continued, Darcy kept her eyes and ears open, ever vigilant. She could sense his uncertainty, but she also felt his growing confidence. The night was their ally, and she was his guide through the shadows. With every step, she silently promised to lead him to their destination safely, even as the first drops of rain began to fall. Tonight’s destination wasn’t as thrilling as a fire watch tower or cabin in the woods, but it was somewhere she enjoyed being.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 28, 2024 0:12:04 GMT
His near blind trust in a massive wolf he could barely see being very ironic was almost entirely lost on the man. Sure, he was nearly comfortable with her like this, but it was the alcohol that pushed him over that edge of comfort into ease without even thinking of it. Ferris hardly even registered how fucking badass it was to be walking through the night with a werewolf at his side.
He could hear the rain and even smell it too before it reached them. At least for the moment, the trees protected him from the worst of the wet. But he didn't mind. AS it continued to drizzle and the leaves became heavy and more drops reached them, Ferris stopped suddenly, looking up into the darkness and enjoying the feel of the rain on his face. The cool flecks of water soaking into his heated skin and his shirt. And then he looked down vaguely toward Darcy. "Bet I smell better than you do," he said simply and then began walking again.
Destination unknown, he simply enjoyed the darkness, part of him trying to sink into the drinks and another part trying to shake it off. Both hoping to avoid the more serious ramifications of his encounter with the siren.
The rain made the trail slick with leaves and muddy. He lost his footing once and caught himself on an invisible but fortunately located small tree. Probably they should go back, but...he was nearly soaked through at this point, shirt damp against his skin, hair slicked forward, back, and sideways. there wasn't anything for him back at Darcy's home anyway. She was still walking in front of him, clearly with some idea as to where she was taking them.
Darcy led Ferris through the dark forest, her massive form moving with a predatory grace. Her fur, now damp from the increasing rain, glistened in the occasional shafts of moonlight breaking through the canopy. She glanced back at him, her golden eyes sharp and aware of his every step. The rain began to fall more steadily, and she could smell it mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest. Darcy could hear the raindrops pattering on the leaves above, creating a soothing symphony. Despite the growing intensity of the downpour, she pressed on, knowing the destination would offer them both shelter.
When Ferris stopped to look up into the dark, rain-filled sky, Darcy paused too, her ears twitching as she watched him relish the cool droplets on his face. His comment about smelling better than her made her snort softly, an amused huff escaping her. He wasn’t wrong, but then again; she always thought he smelled amazing. She nudged him gently with her nose, urging him to continue.
As the trail became slick with mud and wet leaves, Darcy moved with practiced ease, her instincts guiding her every step. Ferris, on the other hand, struggled briefly, losing his footing and catching himself on a tree. She waited, patient and watchful, until he steadied himself and resumed walking.
The rain soaked through his clothes, making him appear even more disheveled, but Darcy knew he would continue to follow her. She resumed leading him through the forest, her senses honed on their path. Finally, they approached the cave-like structure, a natural shelter formed by overhanging rocks and dense foliage. She slowed her pace, ensuring Ferris could see their destination.
Turning to him, Darcy gave a low, reassuring growl before stepping into the cave. Inside, the sound of the rain was muted, creating a cocoon of relative dryness and safety. She watched Ferris with a mixture of concern and amusement. He had trusted her implicitly, and now they had reached a place where they could rest, at least for a while.
She stepped further into the cave and returned with a pack that had a blanket he could use to dry off if her wanted. For now, she’d simply remain her werewolf self, knowing if she returned to her human form now he might feel forced to talk, at least like this; she couldn’t force conversation.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 30, 2024 3:59:28 GMT
Ferris was soaked. It felt great. His shirt stuck to his chest and his arms, his jeans were heavy, his boots coated in mud. He couldn't imagine being out here in just his socks. Thankfully the temperature outside wasn't freezing cold. Still, he could feel the rain seeping into his body, dragging everything down.
He followed the dark form of the wolf through the trees, brushing aside branches and ferns he couldn't see, his footing clumsy from drink and mud. He lost track of time as they walked, between the darkness and the downpour. It was a simple, but intimate moment, just the sort he needed, though he would have never guessed this was how he got that relief of pressure from the real world. Except despite following the wolf into a pitch-black maw of a cave on the hill side, this was the real world. More than the fake life his lived as the chief firefighter in a little sleepy backwater village.
Her growl shook him from his trance a little, and while it didn't sound angry, Ferris wasn't so accustomed to understanding wolf. Still, he didn't think Darcy meant anything malicious by it. He held his hands out in front of him, now entirely unable to see even those, let alone her outline. He found one of the cold stone walls to his left, using that to help him move a bit further in until he was entirely out of the rain. Ferris turned and looked back at the entrance, the faint, cloud covered moonlight offering very little by way of light. He could hear Darcy's paw steps as she moved further in behind him and then back, nudging something against his leg. He jumped in surprise, lost his footing again, and landed hard against the wall before sliding down to the ground. "Ow," he mumbled, cradling his elbow for a moment and touching a hand to his hip where he had scrapped them on the wall. Probably fine, just painful.
He eased his legs out from under him a bit more comfortably on the cave floor, hand brushing against the blanket. "Oh...thanks." he said, just able to find Darcy's eyes in the dark. "You have any weed?" He hadn't smoked in years. But for some reason, of all the questions swirling around in his head, that one came out first. "Would be the finishing touch on this...slumber party," he added firmly. He found himself holding out his hand to her like she was a dog and he was offering to scratch her behind the ears. Had he ever asked her about that? Maybe, he couldn't remember. He couldn't help but want to touch her though. Probably more for himself than for her.
The blanket he set aside for the moment, feeling he wanted to soak in his misery for a while. "Hey, Darcy...do you..." he hesitated, looking out at the rain and then back to the golden eyes looking at him. "You ever think about never going back?"
She hadn’t meant to startle him or make him stumble, and if there was a way for a large wolf to look so apologetic, she nailed it. Ears folded back against her head as she stepped around him and sat. Gold eyes blinked at him knowingly, but she gave a gentle shake of her head, tail swiping quickly to the side almost dismissively. She didn’t personally have any, but with her sense of smell; she knew several of her neighbors kept it handy.
His extended hand made her stand and ease herself closer, smelling his hand before easing her head against it encouragingly. Darcy had to resist the urge to just drop her head in his lap and be close to him. And it was much harder to do it this form, as her impulse control wasn’t typically one of her strong suits. And then he was asking her a question, one that she used to consider frequently. Which wasn’t surprising, since she was good at running away.
Sometimes life felt infinitely more simple when she was a wolf. She didn’t have to worry about work, or bills or most typical social constructs. She could run and rest and hunt as she saw fit. But, it wasn’t what she wanted for herself in life. Oddly enough; she actually enjoyed the complicated parts of life. Sure, work could get annoying, but damn did it make her runs so much more freeing and enjoyable. Plus, she was rather fond of the variety in food she had access to when she was a human. Oh, and not to mention the man she was desperately in love with.
Despite everything; there was a certain allure to the thought of just leaving it all. But she couldn’t help wonder if his idea of ‘never going back’ was a more permanent thing. She let out a quick breath with a soft sort of whimper, ignoring her earlier restraint and easing her head down on his lap.