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 Jul 21, 2024 23:29:40 GMT
Ferris was sold up until she mentioned ranch. He made a face. "Ranch? That has to be an American thing," he said shaking his head. He didn't dislike ranch, but there was a time and place for it and that wasn't on his fries. Sometimes he forgot Darcy wasn't born and bred here, but she may as well have been when it came to her preference of food. The brisket Mac and cheese sounded appealing too, so he supposed she redeemed herself there.
"Deep fried what?" Clearly, the Canadian had not been to many fairs and festivals. "Okay, forget the ranch. That is the most American thing I have ever heard." He'd had Oreos before but they were only alright. The thought of deep frying them into a how mush...he wasn't so sure about that. "Yeah, sounds like a heart attack," he said with an amused snorted. "I'll trust you that it tastes good." He wasn't sure he wanted to go down that road. Sure, he liked desserts but...
"Yeah, it's about that time again." Lots more hikers and campers and tourists in the area in the summer and fall. He was glad Darcy had such good control of things and was good at planning.
His reaction only made her laugh. So many of her preferred food choices reflected her time in the states and much less from where she was born. “I mean, it’s a bit much. But I’m a sucker for an interesting food combination.” She teased with a grin. Perhaps it was more due to her werewolf nature, being that she definitely could eat much more than any typical female her size.
“Okay, they definitely are a bit much, but it’s not as crazy as the deep fried Twinkies.” She said with a shake of her head. Even that was a bit much for her. She gave a casual shrug in a ‘suit yourself’ manner as they moved forward in the line. She gave a wave to a passing group, two of her fellow rangers with their significant others heading toward the parking lot and wrangling their laughing children. It made her smile, seeing something so simple and sweet as children and families like that.
“Mmm-hmm, I’m just thankful to have so much experience with forest and time to map and plan things out.” She didn’t know exactly how the other pack handled their full moons, she just knew her pack was encouraged to give them a wide girth. And to also be respectful of the lone wolf on the outskirts of town. “I’ll be restocking some of the cabins next week, if you’re not busy you should join me. We could go for a hike… no bears this time.” She teased with a playful shake of her head.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 29, 2024 1:40:59 GMT
As much as he liked his share of fair food, he had his limit. Though, considering how he would eat most things covered in nacho cheese any time, he wasn't allowed to judge too harshly. "Twinkies?" He had, in fact, never had a Twinkie. But that was more a personal failing than something he owed his country of origin. "What else do they deep fry?" He asked, both amused and confused and looking over the menu again now that they were closer. "Actually, don't answer that, I don't want to know."
He watched Darcy casually greet a few people. Some he recognized as rangers he had worked with, one which seemed to recognize him so they also traded waves, if more awkwardly.
"I bet," he replied, trying his best to pay attention and have involved conversation without feeling like he was making Darcy pick up the slack. It was one thing while holed up in her apartment, but this was a public setting. He didn't want her to feel weird about it.
Ferris didn't have to force a smile for that one. "If it's anything like the last restocking run...or yeah, at the very least no bears, count me in." He always enjoyed hanging out with Darcy, even when he wasn't in a great mood. They moved forward in line again, almost to the front.
Ferris’ reaction to the mention of deep fried Twinkies made her laugh. Not a shy or soft laugh either, but one that made her smile clear to her eyes. She gently shook her head, clearly finding this all quite amusing. “Hey, I’m not a Twinkie girl myself. I think they taste incredibly dry and artificial.” She teased as they moved forward in the line. “Honestly, I don’t even wanna know all the things they try to deep fry. I’ve never understood the reasoning behind it all… boredom, perhaps?” Darcy gave a gentle shrug, running a hand through her curls and just enjoying the general liveliness of the vendors and people around them.
Sweetwater might seem small to some people, but they definitely went all out for their town events. She found it rather impressive that the founding families still managed to stay relevant to the town too. Especially for none of them being supernaturally inclined. For a town that appeared to draw in so many supernatural creatures, it was surprising they were so ‘normal’. Considering where she was from; the majority of people were werewolves, or at least aware enough of the wolves in the area to not be problematic.
She quite preferred it this way, being less known as a beast and more as a human.
“Of course, you being there definitely made it way more fun last time.” She gave a playful wink then, recalling a rather enjoyable bit of fun they shared in that fire watch tower. And of course, recalling that time made her much more aware of just how good Ferris smelled, how badly she wanted to find a private corner and behave a bit like a hormone driven teenager.
She couldn’t help it. Being imprinted to him, made it difficult for her to reign in those intense feelings. Especially when she was in heat. And with him staying at her place, it was difficult to escape that desire for him. Though, she had been being rather respectful, considering his experience with the siren… she didn’t want him to feel like she expected anything more than just his company.
Sure the sexting had been fun, but that had been the most ‘sexual’ she’d been with him since he opened up about everything. She wasn’t going to push him -not intentionally- if he wasn’t interested. The line moved forward and she wasn’t shy about letting her body brush against his as they stepped forward.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Aug 16, 2024 4:31:48 GMT
Ferris had decided a long time ago that people were quite strange. Especially when it came to food choices. While he entirely understood his general preference to avoid desserts (with a few exceptions) wasn't shared by everyone, he didn't quite know how to process how people came up with some of the crazy things they put in their bodies willingly. "I guess," he said with a shrug.
He managed a more honest smile as she talked about their last trip in the woods. That had been a while ago, considering it was warm out now. Which mostly just meant he had to be even more careful if she got a little too excited, since there were no snowbanks for him to land in. Thinking about the watch tower though, coupled with the lewd texts and videos she had sent him was proving to be a lot more distracting. Not that there was much opportunity to make good on any of those feelings in the town square. Still, he was glad to feel in the mood for once, even if it had been an awkward day for it. Ferris was very aware it was the most anything he had had in a while.
If it hadn't been obvious from her messages, feeling her bump up against him made it clear it had been a while for her too. What was a friend with benefits if you couldn't enjoy the benefits sometimes? He did want to, but if Ferris had been lack luster sometimes before, recently... Well, he had managed to exist. That was pretty good for the moment. But feeling Darcy's warmth against him, he certainly got some very vivid ideas a la her videos. He slide his hands into his pockets, arm brushing against her in return.
Before he could figure out something more encouraging and cleverer, it was finally their turn to order. "Hey, can we get an order of the chicken, bacon, and ranch fries. One of the loaded brisket fries. And the cheese fries." The girl in the truck didn't bat an eye at the order of obscene amounts of fries. He looked over the menu. This specific truck didn't appear to sell beer, but...that was okay. The fries were the most important. "Anything else?" he asked of Darcy, pulling out his wallet. Sure, she had said she would buy him fries, but she was probably buy a lot more food. And he'd mostly been joking. And he felt obligated to pull some amount of weight around them hanging out since he clearly was contributing as much to the conversation or the atmosphere in general.
He'd pay once they finished their order, then nudge Darcy. "Why don't you get in line or whatever else you want. I'll find us somewhere to eat."
It wasn’t the the female was against desserts, she just knew her body burned through those more ‘empty’ calories much faster than something solid and filling. Plus, her physique wasn’t just due to her heightened metabolism. She spent a lot of time running and maybe just a touch of time with weights. Darcy just preferred the running, but even she could admit she was running more as a distraction here lately. Having Ferris around more was both wonderful, and hard. Though, the latter was simply because she had a near insatiable sex drive and was trying to be respectful of him needing space. Sure, they were ‘friends with benefits’, but she was able to simply be his friend too.
Even if she was distracted by the way the muscles in his forearms twitched when he handled anything.
Darcy let her mind return to the present as Ferris moved his hands to his pocket, doing her best not to look too disappointed at the removal of his hand from her lower back. It wasn’t the end of the world, after-all. Plus, they were in town. No need for anyone to get the wrong idea, they were just friends after-all. It wasn’t a big deal.
Right?
He stepped forward to order and even pulled his wallet out and she bumped his arm. “Hey, I promised to supply you with cheese fries and beer.” she teased with a gentle shake of her head after glancing at the menu. “No, I think that’ll do it from here.” She was a little surprised they didn’t have beer, but there were plenty other places to get beer. She glanced around, trying not to so obviously be sniffing the air, looking for a more specific scent.
“Okay, I’ll be back shortly.” Darcy said with a smile, giving him a playful wink as she walked off toward another vendor’s line. This line moved a bit more quickly, as they served mostly drinks with a few different types of sides. One of which Darcy couldn’t help but add to her order; two beers and a large order of fried pickles with a zesty ranch dip. It wouldn’t take her long to locate Ferris, as she was quick accustomed to picking up on and zeroing in on his specific scent. She maneuvered through the crowd to where he’d found them a space to sit, miraculously managing not to spill either beer or drop the fried pickles.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Aug 17, 2024 0:13:53 GMT
Darcy did a great job camouflaging her desire to have sex with him. Sure, he noticed her watching him a bit more closely when he half stripped for the shower, but generally he was pretty obvious. Except for today. She had made her wants very, very clear.
He didn't care too much if someone saw him with his hand on her. Not like there was a rule about physical contact.
He tapped his fingers silently on the counter, turning a faint smile on his friend. “Yeah, but I'm not broke. You buy drinks, I got this.” Some part of him struggled to allow her to him food. It was the principle of it more than anything. Ferris nodded and watched her wall away through the thinning crowd toward more trucks, trying not to stare.
He found a picnic table with a group on the far end willing to share, setting down his arm load of fries covered in various toppings. They gave him some weird looks, but if he was being honest, he hadn't had many calories today. He could burn it off with a work out. Or maybe in a partner work out woth Darcy.
He looked up as Darcy sat down, he had been so engrossed in food that he almost finished the basic cheese fries already. “Hey. What did you find?” He asked, indicating the beer she set down, sliding one over and inhaling deeply. “And what the fuck are those?” He asked of the unknown deep fried thing she had also gotten, grinning faintly. Food had definitely improved his mood.
Darcy set the beers down with a smirk, sliding one over to Ferris. “Local craft beer,” She said, tapping the cold glass with her fingers. “Figured we’d try something new.” She took a seat next to him, close enough that their arms brushed. The heat between them was palpable, but she played it off casually, leaning into the playful vibe of the fair.
“And these,” She said, lifting one of the fried pickles with a grin, “are the finest example of culinary genius that this fair has to offer. Deep-fried pickles. You have to try one.” She held the pickle up, dangling it in front of him before taking a bite herself. The crunch was satisfying, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes for a moment, savoring the taste.
“Seriously, they’re so good!” She added, nudging him with her elbow. “You’ve been missing out.” She glanced at the nearly finished cheese fries and chuckled. “Looks like someone was hungry. But don’t worry, I got enough beer to wash it all down.” Honestly, seeing him have an appetite was always a good thing!
She watched him, catching the faint grin that played on his lips. It was good to see him like this, relaxed and enjoying himself. Darcy leaned back on the bench, sipping her beer, her leg brushing against his under the table. The casual touches were a silent reminder of the tension that had been building between them, but for now, she was content to enjoy the moment.
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Aug 19, 2024 2:39:12 GMT
Ferris had been drinking a bit more recently. To go along with the smoking and the self pity. It was hard to get out of his head and to be honest, as much as he was aware that this had happened before, he still didn't know how to get himself out of this rut. But Darcy helped.
“Good color, smells like…peanut butter?” He guessed, looking over at her next to him and smiling at the contact. Though between the two of them, she was far and away the better one to ask about scents and tastes. He took a drink though, willing to try most things once. Plus, maybe the taste didn't matter as much as the alcohol content.
The Fire Chief made a dubious noise in his throat. “What kind of pickles?” He asked. He was half tempted to bite the one out of her hand that she waved in his face, but instead watched Darcy's happy crunching and that face she made with her eyes closed. He chuckled as she elbowed him, but despite the ringing endorsement, didn't immediately reach for one.
“Missing out on a heart attack? Seems fine to me,” he said firmly, reaching for a few more fries.
Ferris grimaced a little at her observation. His appetite had been rather abysmal lately. “Yeah well…” he flailed for an excuse and came up with nothing, shrugging it off. So he had lost a few more pounds, he was fine. He didn't let the awkwardness settle too deep. “That truck was a good suggestion,” he said, sliding her ranch fries over and finishing off his first basket before pulling over the second. He eyed the fried pickles again, curiosity slowly getting the better of him as he worked through the rest of his food. Her game of footsie wasn't a new way for the woman to advertise her need for more attention. Ferris didn't reciprocate, that wasn't really his thing, but he did enjoy her playfulness and didn't pull away.
“What's the plan after you inhale this?” He asked.
Darcy couldn’t help but smirk as Ferris tried to guess the beer’s flavor, nodding when he got it right. “Yeah, peanut butter stout. I thought you might appreciate the twist. Not your usual beer, but hey, when in Rome.” She teased watching him take a sip, eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and something warmer. She liked seeing him open to trying new things, especially when it seemed to bring a bit of light back to his mood.
When he hesitated on the fried pickles, Darcy’s smile softened. “They’re dill pickles, deep-fried to perfection. You’ve gotta at least try one, Ferris. Live a little.” She leaned into him slightly, letting her shoulder brush his as she nudged the basket closer to him. “Trust me, they’re a lot better than they sound.”
She didn’t miss his grimace, though she couldn’t assume to know just what it was about. Sure, Darcy had noticed the changes, and she worried about him, but she wasn’t about to push it now. Instead, she gave him a teasing grin. “I’m telling you, you’re missing out on a culinary masterpiece.” She winked, trying to keep things light, even if the concern lingered in the back of her mind.
As she dug into her fries, she felt his foot against hers and smiled to herself. Ferris might not play along with her game, but he didn’t pull away either, and that was enough for her. She could feel the tension between them, the unspoken desire that had been simmering all day, but she was content to let it build. She didn’t mind the wait; she knew it would be worth it.
After finishing off a few more bites, she glanced at him, eyes bright with mischief. “Well, I was thinking we could walk around a bit more, see if there’s anything else worth trying—or anyone worth people-watching.” She leaned in a bit closer, lowering her voice just for him. “Maybe find some privacy to get that heart rate thumping.” Of course she was teasing, but she wasn’t at all opposed to getting a bit more ‘personal’ with him if they could locate some privacy.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Aug 20, 2024 0:18:51 GMT
“Culinary mastery, eh? Fine, fine, you're so aggressive,” he joked, as if she had been threatening him or shoving the food in his face. Ferris reached over and selected one of the smaller fried pickles, eyeing it and then popping it into his mouth. He expected the crunch of the pickle, but it was still a strange combination with the fried dough on the outside. It was perhaps a bit too seasoned on the outside for his taste. He made a face, purposefully withholding his opinion on the subject, forcing her to pester him for it.
He enjoyed the beer and his second basket of fries, but only made it about halfway through before nudging it toward Darcy and focusing on his drink. He grinned, enjoying the quiet company and her playfulness.
“No plan, that's the best the plan,” he said, though he nodded. He wasn't so sure about people watching, but her suggestion did earn a smile and he figured that might be why she said it. Ferris covered up his surprised smile with another drink. “Oh, I think we can make that happen.” He couldn't cover up the fact that her words made his heart bear just a bit faster in his chest, thinking about her. She was so naughty.
“I think we both know you like that about me.” Darcy teased with a win. Of course his teasing talk of the fried pickles earned him one of her playful smiles and she didn’t stop him from retrieving one to try. She was content to let him try and savor the pickle while she started on her own order of chicken, bacon and ranch fries. It was absolutely a bit of a messy order, but one she was having no trouble at all eating. Her petite size might suggest the woman didn’t eat much, but anyone who thought that would be very wrong. As a werewolf, she was always hungry, and while at work she tried to have some high protein options on hand so she wasn’t miserable. But at this fair; she had no concern about people seeing her eat. It was a fair, no one was keeping track of what one person ate!
“Well?” She took a drink of her beer and used a napkin to wipe some ranch from the corners of her mouth as she resisted the urge to burp. “Don’t keep me in suspense, what’d you think of the fried pickle?” Her dark brow rose and she couldn’t help but grin, popping another pickle in her mouth before picking up a plastic fork and finishing up her fries. While the ranch didn’t pair so well with the peanut butter beer, she wouldn’t complain. It had been worth trying and definitely worked for her before she got to eating the fries.
The second basket of fries the Ferris had ordered was nudged in her direction, and Darcy wasn’t at all shy about enjoying them. Now these fries paired much more nicely with the beer, so she definitely appreciated having the palate cleanser.
“Well, let’s get to wandering then.” Darcy finished a few more of the fried pickles before throwing back the rest of her beer and stacking the trash to clear the table. She couldn’t fight the smile that played on her lips at hearing how his heart beat quickened, that was exactly what she had hoped would happen. She let her shoulder brush against his once more before she stood and picked up the trash to take to the closest trash bin, returning to the table and waiting for Ferris to join her. “Come on, let’s see what sort of entertainment they’ve got set up.” and without waiting for further prompting or encouragement, Darcy slipped her head into his and began to pull him in the direction of the rides and games.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Aug 25, 2024 16:44:47 GMT
Ferris grinned. Oh, he very much intended to keep her in suspense. Though admittedly, he didn't know what to think. It was a bit more than ‘just food’ but he wasn't sure it was something he wanted all the time. “It's good. I would eat it again. Maybe willingly.” His tone conveyed little emotion but as he held Darcy's, he couldn't help the light in his eyes as he was messing with her.
He was plenty aware just how much the werewolf could eat and he was just glad the food didn't go to waste. He was content to simply sit and drink a beer. The peanut butter was pretty good. Much better than the pickles. Ferris raised an eyebrow, watching her collect the trash and nowhere near down with his drink, but he was happy to get up and walk around, pushing himself up from the table and taking his cup with them.
“Sounds like a country band. Like that guy you like.” He was very aware she was a Stapleton fan, but he didn't want to come off so invested. He wasn't so interested in the music, though. They sounded alright but not that great and to be honest, he was a little jealous he didn't have a set or his own band to play with, even just for personal fun. He let her take his hand and guide the way toward what was left of the attractions. A few minor fair games, the ferris wheel, some other ride that looked like a great way to taste his beer a second time. “See something you wanna do?”
Darcy chuckled at Ferris’s playful remark, feeling a warm glow from his teasing. “Maybe I’ll get you to willingly try something else before the night’s over.” She teased back, her eyes dancing with mischief as she collected the trash. She was glad to see him in a lighter mood, even if it was just for the evening.
She took his hand and started leading him through the thinning crowd, her touch light and easy. “Yeah, it does have a bit of that country vibe. You know, Stapleton's always been a favorite. He’s got this raw, gritty sound that I love.” She smiled, clearly enjoying the shared knowledge of his music taste, even if Ferris didn’t seem as into it. She did appreciate that he at least remembered her preference, or at least a slight nod to it.
His question made her bite back a naughty grin and her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I most certainly do…” She let her dark eyes very obviously check him out and even bit on her bottom lip as she gave a shake of her head, her own heart rate increasing with her suggestive thoughts. But Darcy’s gaze quickly flickered over the remaining attractions. The Ferris wheel, with its glowing lights, seemed to call out. “How about the Ferris wheel? The view from the top is supposed to be amazing, and it could be a nice, quiet break from the chaos down here. Plus, it might offer a little bit of privacy.” She gave him a playful nudge with her shoulder, her excitement evident.
She squeezed his hand gently, leaning in closer as she continued, “I’m easy to please, and just really glad that you came back out with me.” Feeling a bit bold, Darcy leaned up to kiss his cheek before patting his arm. “Come on, the ferris wheel is this way.” She said with that charming smile as she tugged him along.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Aug 30, 2024 1:49:08 GMT
There was no doubt in his mind that Darcy could convince him to do a lot of things. Perhaps not as much in his current mood, but she kept coaxing him in the direction she wanted, away from the dark brooding cave in the corner.
"Much like you," he said, nudging her, perhaps the only indication he was trying to tease her. She could be raw and gritty. But she could also be warm and playful and soft, and if her country music playlist was anything to go by, she liked those songs too. More than he did. Ferris liked his raw emotions and pain, heavy guitar and drums, and just letting things out. None of that ballad style, at least not usually.
Ferris raised his eyebrows slightly, expression a combination of 'I know what you're going to say' and 'don't say it out loud, and he honestly wasn't sure he trusted Darcy not to verbalize it. He knew she wanted in his pants. Probably everyone in a five-mile radius knew. but they could all pretend not to in the interest of public decency as long as she behaved. Only Ferris too enjoyed when she didn't behave. "I swear if you-" Only for her to say 'Ferris wheel' and he groaned. Not what he expected but maybe worse. "Fine. Fine." He snorted at the word 'privacy.' He very much doubted that, but he couldn't bring himself to rain on her parade. The man allowed her to tug him along.
He stopped when she bounced up and kissed him though. Even just on the cheek like that, it was...weird for them in public. "Uh..." whatever he had thought he might reply to her words vanished. Along with whatever he had heard her words to be. She had said something to him, but Ferris blanked. "Me too?" he finally determined had been what he was going to say.
It wasn't the first time he had wondered about their relationship. But...he was convinced he was reading too much into it. She was just clearly needy and it had been a while.