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?
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jun 30, 2024 6:02:07 GMT
His own mention of weed reminded him of the cigarettes in his pocket. He swore softly, shifting his leg so he could get at his pocket and pull out the pack. They weren't entirely soggy. Just a little damp on the bottom. Where he'd light them. He grunted in annoyance, pulling one out and setting it on the pack in the ground beside him to try and let it dry out. Maybe he'd try one in a minute. Probably best he didn't get high right now, considering the other chemicals already flooding his system.
Ferris felt her sniff his hand more than saw. He couldn't even really hear all that well with the rain outside splashing against leaves and rocks and mud. Somewhere in the cave water dripped from the ceiling to tap against the stone. And he could hear Darcy's tail move and her paws and claws brush stone. He smiled as she moved closer, pressing her equally soaked furry head into his damp hand. Request granted, Ferris wasted no time, rubbing her chin and cheeks, the top of her head, in front of her ears, then behind them on her neck. Her thick fur was damp on the outside, but they hadn't been in the wet so long that she was as soaked through as he was. And she was warm. Warmer than him normally. Warm enough his body shivered at being reminded he was cold and wet. But there was something about showing her this affection that felt more important, more necessary, than unrolling the blanket.
Her soft huff and the whimper were hard to read. But he interpreted it as a no. That while tempting, she didn't have the same feelings he did. Which was fair. He didn't expect her or anyone else to understand. Ferris sighed.
Had there werewolf not decided then and there to lay down and set her head on his thigh, he might have given up. Would have dropped the subject and his touch. But there was something about having such a primal force press itself against him in a show of affection that was comforting beyond any words.
“I…I'm struggling right now.” He admitted, tangling his fingers in the fur on her neck gently. The other hand stroked her neck and shoulders, heedless of the water and wet dog smell. “It's not that I want…that I want to die…but sometimes I just…don't care.” Ferris could figure out how to explain. It wasn't just apathy. And it wasn't always triggered by anything. Tonight there was an added weight but like she had said before, he should be happy. His life was great.
And yet he was presently sitting in an unknown cave after midnight, soaked to the bone, talking about his lack of interest in living. But at least it was to his best friend.
“I always thought it was because of Garret. You know. Some sorta fucked up pact of brotherhood. Cause I let him down. But even when I tried to…I messed that up too.” He leaned his head back against the stone and stared at the far wall in the pitch black. “But it's not that. Not this time. It's just…that's my normal.” He tried to explain. “But it's not good. Even if I lie to myself.” Or others.
“Right now…” he looked down at Darcy. “I was raised to be my own man. To be strong and patient and authoritative and confident and tough. That to not be that…to not be that is wrong. To let that….woman rape me…that's not…I'm not…” his fingers tightened in her fur and he forced himself to let go. “Only it's not just that, it's what she…she…” his cheeks flushed and he grit his teeth. His words came in a rush. “She…she put a toy up my ass and I liked it…I wanted it even and that's not…that's wrong. For me. I shouldn't - I can't. I can't be who I am supposed to be. I can't go back to that.” Ferris shook slightly in frustration. Or perhaps it was cold, it was difficult even for him to know. “Sometimes…sometimes I think - I know it would be easier not to come back.”
The affection being given was definitely different than what Darcy was accustomed too. Sure, occasionally she turned and let the young kids of pack members get to meet a werewolf and such, but kids being exciting and pulling on her fur was nothing like the enjoyable pets Ferris gave. Oddly enough, she couldn’t stop her tail from swaying happily as she sat closer to him.
Resting her head on his lap felt like something they both needed. She didn’t have many options on how to comfort him like this, but she knew there was hardly a time she would find herself upset to have a dog -or wolf- lay their head in her lap. And apparently it was the right move, because Ferris continued to talk a bit more openly with her, all while he pet her with one hand and tangled his other in her fur.
Her heart ached for the man. He was such a beautiful mess and all she wanted to do was find some way to comfort him, to let him know that there was nothing wrong with him. Even the admission of his enjoyment of having a toy inserted inside him, there wasn’t anything wrong with that. But, when someone was raised to believe certain things were ‘wrong’… those shackles weren’t easily slipped. Darcy lifted her head slightly and pressed her forehead against his chest, letting out a soft and slow warm breath.
If she had been in her human form she would have been clinging to him with a hug he wouldn’t be allowed to escape until she was sure he knew how much she cared. She sniffed a bit more intentionally at his elbow, smelling blood. It wasn’t much, but enough that her nose caught it. She lifted her face to nudge his chin with her nose, giving an affectionate lick of her tongue up his jaw and cheek before nudging her nose to his elbow, giving a soft sort of whine.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 1, 2024 0:54:09 GMT
Despite his topic of conversation, he did take comfort in having a wolf to pet. He missed having a dog. Even a wet one. But a pet was just another thing he probably couldn't handle.
Ferris paused his affection when she pushed her head against his chest. There was something about trusting an animal enough to have them press their head against him. To let her be that close. Obviously, Darcy wasn't an animal really, but being human, Ferris doubted he would ever manage to override his body's instincts. His heart beat a bit faster in his chest. "I know you care," he said, reaching up to pet over her large ears and scratch the fur on her neck. But her caring, or anyone else caring wasn't the problem. It was him. He knew he should. Knew any sane, healthy person didn't wonder what might happen if they jumped off the fire watch tower and then seriously consider it.
"I just don't know how to be that way anymore," he said with a sighed. He watched her step back again, a dark shape that sniffed at his sleeve. It ached faintly, but he didn't understand what she wanted. The suddenly wet nose on his chin made him blink in surprise, not having seen that coming. And before he could even gasp and bat her away, she licked him over the side of his face. "Jesus, okay," he grunted. "I know you like me," he said, though there wasn't much emotion anymore, almost like he had spent all of it. Her nose on his elbowed and the whimper finally clued him in. "Oh. It's fine. Here," he said, pushing his sleeve up so she could inspect him more closely.
The man didn't care too much about being a little banged up most of the time. Right now, the pain was almost comforting too. While she looked him over, Ferris pulled out his lighter and felt for the cigarette he had set aside, carefully picking it up and trying to strike a spark to light it.
Choosing to remain a wolf while trying to interact with Ferris wasn’t easy, not when everything in her ached to figure out a way to help him. But right now, this wasn’t about her. As much as it might hurt to admit it; she knew he didn’t need her the way that she needed him.
And that was okay.
She could be his friend and be there for him… so long as he was alive and here. That’s what mattered most to her. That he continued to exist. But, there wasn’t exactly a way to convey that to him when she was like this. And honestly, he didn’t need her feeding him the lines everybody gave when people were struggle with their depression. He didn’t need her to say things that typically only made someone feel guilty for having certain feelings on existing or not. That wasn’t fair, invalidating his feelings and trying to make him feel guilty for not being happy to be alive.
Hell, living sucked. It was hard, and there was a lot of pain, stress and overall frustrating moments. She might not struggle with depression and suicidal tendencies, so she truly couldn’t say she understood how he felt or what he was going through. But she wanted him to know she was here for him to talk to.
Her attention to his elbow turned into light sniffing before she gave the scrape a few tough licks before easing her head back down in his lap with a soft sigh.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 1, 2024 2:05:54 GMT
It was enough to just be there. To have his friend close. To have a damp but warm body pressed against his shivering one. It felt a little better, just to have gotten some of that out. She didn't need to say anything to let him know she heard him and saw him. In fact, if words would have probably been too much. Would have put a lot more pressure on him. Would have just been more of the same because really, what did he expect her to say that hadn't already been said?
Ferris sighed, feeling her lick the raw skin on his elbow. "Thanks, Darcy." He meant it about more than just the wolf kisses.
Finally, he got the lighter working, and he lit another cigarette, the faint orange glow ruining whatever bit of night vision he had gained. He took a long breath, head back against the cold stone of the cave. The man groaned, closing his eyes and for a long while, simply listened to the rain, breathed in the smoke and stroked the large wolf's fur. He stayed there until his ass went numb. Until he'd smoked the cigarette to the filter, putting it out in a damp spot on the stone floor. And then a while longer until the cave smelled mostly like wet dog again instead of tar. He stayed that way until a coughing fit mad it difficult to breathed and he thought he might hack up a lung. Ferris spit on the floor of the cave and groaned. "I'm good," he lied as he managed a breath in. "Things'll probly kill me, but not tonight. Unfortunately." Normally, he might have refrained from that last word, but he couldn't right now.
"I know we...need to go back but...seems like a waste of a sleepover," he said, reaching for the blanket and fumbling to undo it.
There was something almost surreal about being an oversized wolf, resting her head on the lap of her best friend. Ignoring any deep feelings on her part, this was just not something that happened in ‘normal’ everyday life. Not unless you were a werewolf or knew one. Even then, it wasn’t as if all werewolves were so comfortable with their human friends. But for Ferris… Darcy would go to the ends of the earth for this man… and he would never know.
Because she was so fucking stubborn.
His thanks while heard, felt undeserved. All she did was listen, and she was pretty sure there were dozens of women in town who would just love an opportunity to lend their ear to the sexy fire chief. He deserved some semblance of normalcy to his life. A relationship where the most intense thing they have to worry about is his job. Not some crazy werewolf chick and a bear, her basically stalking him, imprinting on him and complicating what used to be a pretty ‘normal’ life.
When she got in her head about things, all she could see was how much better off he would be if he’d never encountered her on that hiking trail.
Was she being completely selfish, sticking around to irritate the shit out of him?
Her thoughts were interrupted by his coughing, and she sat up, head tilting to the side in that ‘would-be-adorable-if-she-wasn’t-a-giant-wolf’ way. Golden eyes watching him curiously. She rolled those big golden eyes and let out a slight huff at his words. Then watched as he started unfolding the blanket and she pawed at the ground lightly before leaning forward to gently tug at his jeans with her teeth. If he was going to sleep, he didn’t need to get sick sleeping in soaked clothes.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 2, 2024 0:00:36 GMT
He did catch the wolf rolling his eyes at him. IT was one of the most ridiculous things he had ever seen a wolf or any animal do. But it wasn't the first time. It seemed one of Darcy's preferred ways of telling him he was being an ass (seriously or teasingly) in this form. But they both knew he was right so he didn't feel the need to argue.
Ferris paused at the sound of her claws scrapping the stone floor. What on earth was she on about? Well, besides probably thinking it was a stupid idea to sleep out here, but he had followed her here, after all. And she brought him a blanket. He took it as a sign.
He felt her move closer, much faster than she had before, and while he couldn't see it, he sure felt it. The large wolf's teeth closing on a loose part of his pants and tugging at him. "Whoa, okay, calm down!" He said, voice startled. In the darkness, he couldn't see and as a wolf, she couldn't speak, so he didn't get much warning before her fangs clamped down so close to him. The man was alarmed for all of a moment, but it was enough to get his adrenaline pumping. "Don't go puttin' holes in my favorite jeans, eh?" He said, forcing a laugh as he calmed down. "There are easier ways to ask me to undress, you know? Like...like...okay, I don't know, but still." He fumbled his train of thought being that she was a wolf, not a human, but Ferris figured out what she wanted. And he did trust the ranger and survivalist of the pair of them.
The long sleeve shirt he peeled off first, the garment landing with slap on the stone. He did his best to spread it out in the dark in the hopes it might dry eventually. He undid his jeans and used the wall to stand up, slowly shimmying them off while he leaned against the cold stone for balance. These too, he dropped in a pile and spread out, though he had even less hope for the denim. He sat back down, still shivering, and wrapped the blanket around himself, tucking his arms around his chest.
Of course she couldn’t be all that expressive with words right now, so her limited facial expression would have to be enough. And thankfully, Ferris was good humored enough to not completely panic when she pulled at his jeans. If she did indeed make any holes, she would be more than willing to buy him a new pair.
Sure he was a bit startled and his heart rate sped up a bit, but he didn’t freak out or kick her. So, that was appreciated. She gave a gentle shake of her head and dropped her ears slightly as he at least seemed to figure out what she was trying to tell him. She flicked her tail impatiently, but eventually he had removed his wet clothes and laid them on the hard ground, wrapping himself in the blanket and sat back down.
Darcy didn’t have to be a wolf to hear him shivering, and she stood, gingerly stepping closer and brushing her head against his chest before lying across his lap in an attempt to help him warm up.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 3, 2024 2:30:55 GMT
Once the surprise subsided, Ferris wasn't all that worried about any holes in his jeans. They weren't actually his favorite; he wasn't really in control of the words out of his mouth. It likely helped too that he was drunk, otherwise his reaction speed would have been a lot faster and a lot more panicked. So being so out of it helped.
Ferris wasn't all that comfortable to sleep, with the hard ground and shivering as he was. But he knew he wasn't going to be awake for very much longer. He could feel the weight of everything dragging down on him, physically and emotionally. He also knew he should be a lot more weirded out by being in a damp cave with a werewolf but...he was getting used to stranger things with Darcy around.
He grunted as he felt her head press against his chest, alarmed for a moment and then relaxing as she settled on his lap. "How did I not guess you are a lap dog?" he chuckled, hands finding her head and shoulders and back, stroking her affectionately. She was still a bit damp, but she was a lot warmer than he was and while he wasn't so worried about his legs, it helped him recoup some of his body heat. He tried to settle back and get comfortable, which wasn't really possible. Maybe once he wasn't so damp, he could ask if Darcy wouldn't mind being a pillow. Ferris closed his eyes and yawned. "You come here often enough to have a blanket..." he noted, wondering if this was a place she used to get away. When she wanted to sleep in wolf form and forget about the world and just focus on her pack. He wanted to offer her to stop by his place any time she needed. But he was avoiding it and didn't really know when or if he would be back.
Darcy had actually never been the cuddly type, especially in her wolf form. Not that she was more aggressive or anything like that. But just… before Ferris, she didn’t do things like this. She didn’t get close to people, at least not in lasting ways. Her most ‘meaningful’ relationship was a complicated mess of stress and alcohol and the occasional anger induced tryst with her Beta and long time friend.
She used to be so frustrated with herself for being unable to effectively communicate with Rhett, to feel like if she could just get over herself and work through shit, they wouldn’t have had such a hard time. But in reality; she wasn’t intended for him. And her wolf knew it even if she didn’t.
But now, she knew who she wanted. And that didn’t make things any less complicated. Not when she insisted they keep things ‘no strings attached’ and then had the audacity to turn around and be in love with him.
To be imprinted on him.
And suddenly those meaningful and deep conversations didn’t make her wanna throw up anymore. She found herself literally craving this man’s presence. Having him in her home. Being his person when he got hurt or needed to have someone keep an eye on him. Being the annoyingly persistent best friend who just needed him to know she was here for him. Sharing her favorite hideaways with him, and just generally aching for closeness to him.
She let out a slow exhale as his hands works through her fur once again. Had he been a bit more comfortably situated she might have laid out beside him trying to try and offer more of her own body heat. She sort of lifted her head at his comment, but golden eyes just blinked slowly as she tuckered her ears.
This was the place she came to just be alone. But was close enough for pack members to reach her if something came up. And she had been spending a lot more time here lately. Because it was easier to hide away than to accept the fact that she ached for someone who could be completely fine in her absence. And much easier to convince herself she was doing the right thing not saying anything about those ‘more than friendly’ feelings.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 5, 2024 1:59:18 GMT
He couldn't see her ears in the dark, but when his hand ventured to run over her head, he could tell she had laid them flat. Which, if she was a dog, would suggest she was anxious or afraid. He didn't think that was quite right. But probably he had gotten close to what she liked to use this space for. Being alone. Away from the usual anxiety and pressure. He scratched behind her ears and on her neck in a quiet understanding. Hopefully she enjoyed the attention. She seemed to. Or maybe she was just here for him.
Ferris yawned. "Well...thanks for inviting me to your comfort cave..." he yawned and then realized what he had said. "Sorry, didn't mean the alliter...al...you know what, never mind." He shifted a bit, nudging the large wolf on top of his lap, but also holding her against him, making it clear he was just trying to lay down a bit more and stretch his legs. He moved one hand up behind his head as a sort of pillow, knowing he'd be sore for it in the morning, but so would the rest of him from the floor. Still, he wasn't so cold anymore and Darcy was quite comfortable.
They talked a bit longer. Or really, he talked a bit longer, mostly drunken, sleepy rambling. And then despite himself, he fell asleep.
Of course Darcy was more than content to listen to the man as he spoke and got more settled in for resting a bit. And of course, she would reposition and move to help him get more comfortable. One thing was for sure, being in her wolf form didn’t lessen her feelings for him. She could lay there with him just listening to him talk for hours.
But when he fell asleep, Darcy let herself relax a bit more against him and fall asleep to the soothing sounds of his heart beat, breathing and the rain.
Sometime in the night as she slept, Darcy changed back into her human form, finding comfort in snuggling up closer to the man as they slept. While previously sleeping beside someone was a bit more intimate than she was comfortable being, all of that changed with Ferris. In fact, she even found herself missing him being near when she slept, not just for the fun they had, but there was just so much peace in physical intimacy with him.
So, being pressed against his chest, Darcy slept surprisingly well despite the uncomfortable ground of the cave.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 8, 2024 22:27:08 GMT
Ferris slept hard. Which was both a literal term for the stiff cold stone and dirt floor of the cave, and a figurative term for the very unfulfilling sleep he got. The combination of cave floor, chilled air, too much to drink, and major depression made his head feel like it had imploded on itself. Not so much that functioning was impossible. But it did feel as though everything was moving out of sync and his head throbbed painfully. Ferris was loath to open his eyes and commit to waking up, but the hard floor wasn't very forgiving.
He groaned and stretched awkwardly, a heavy warmth layer on top of him. At first he could it was the blanket he was tangled up in. But then he opened his eyes fully and in the dim light that filtered through the mouth of the cave, he could make out some very familiar curls cascaded over his chest.
“Morning, Darcy,” he mumbled through a yawn, some of last night's details coming into focus. Most of it was hazy. He recalled walking to the cave in the rain…but…hadn't she been a wolf?
His hand wrapped around his sleeping companion to stroke her hair and then froze when he touched her very bare, very exposed, still warm shoulder blades and back. “Darcy, are you…uh…naked? Am I…did we…?” The man struggled to put his thoughts and observations together. Where were his clothes? Had they really slept like this together? Maybe not the weirdest thing but…if they’d done anything else, he didn't remember. He was relieved to feel he did have boxers on, at least.
“Shhhh, I’m sleeping.” Darcy reached a hand to gently press against his lips as she fought to keep her eyes shut, not quite ready to move. But then his hand against her bare back and he was asking her if she was naked and if they.
“Oh, shit. Yes, I’m naked but no; nothing happened. Sorry I should have warned you before; if I fall asleep as a wolf, I change back into my human form at some point in the night.” Darcy pushed herself up quickly, wincing slightly as she up and looked out toward the daylight. She gently crossed her arms over her chest, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. “I hadn’t meant for us to stay out here all night, sorry.” She felt a touch embarrassed, not of being naked but because she was a bit disappointed to not being pressed against him anymore.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 9, 2024 2:31:08 GMT
Ferris smiled slightly at her initial demand that she was sleeping, coupled with the way she pressed her hand to his mouth. Were he not so surprised and half asleep himself, he might have kissed her fingers. She was cute. He almost felt bad waking her up like that. But his back and his head were killing him and he needed to move.
She pushed herself up, making it very clear that, yes, she was nude. Entirely. Her lovely, toned skin and that henna tattoo between her breasts staring back at him as she sat up. It didn't matter how many times he saw her like this, she was beautiful. Of course, then he was thinking about her shapeshifting on top of him...her bones twisting and snapping and muscles dislodging and reconnecting, right there beside him. Ferris shivered, his mouth dry as he fought back the urge to vomit. Thank God he was too drunk to have woken up to that. Even thinking about it was enough to unsettle his stomach and he was a used to bodily injuries. "Good to know," he said, voice small and distant as he tried to shake off the feeling.
The way she wrapped her arms around herself, he worried she was embarrassed. Or maybe cold. He sat up, tugging the blanket out form under himself and draping it around her shoulders. He found his jeans, which were still pretty damp. And then his shirt, which was dry, but cold. He tugged that on and stood up, using the wall of the cave to balance as he massaged his temples. "It's alright. I think...that's my bad." He remembered suggesting a walk. At midnight. And then talking about...he didn't really remember. "Got any Tylenol? I feel like my head is gonna explode," he groaned.