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?
Harland had pack duties, officially he made contact with most lone wolves and handled recruiting to the pack by being a proxy between them and his Alpha. Even if the fella wasn't looking to join the pack Harland had to let him know the rules around Sweetwater and that the pack knows he's there. Don't get in trouble was the most simplistic way to put it, still Harland was going to make contact and get to know the man.
Dressed in the usual flannel, jeans, and boots. Harland loaded his truck with fuel, chainsaws, a trailer, and lunch (ham sandwiches and beer). Work was the best way to bond and he had a couple properties around town that he tended to for some more elderly folks of Sweetwater. Harland got the information he needed for his new lone friend from the clerk, he flashed a pretty smile and got the room number.
Harland stopped outside the man's door and knocked. Then Harland stepped back a little with his hands on his hips waiting.
Brian had been in Sweetwater for a couple of days and already the town was so much different than the rest . It surprised him just how quickly he was meeting some of the locals or even the people that just resided there ( like himself , of course . ) That fact alone made him extend his stay at the hotel while he started to map out the possible new start .
Slouched in a creaky , old , oak chair : Brian put aside the leaflet about one of the woods near Sweetwater ; his blue eyed gaze trailing towards the half full glass of whiskey . A jingle sounded from the glass as his hand reached over to tightly grasp it ; his lips parted to allow the strong taste to flow through his mouth . ( “ Ahh . “ ) That flickering moment of comfort passed like a train in the night with the Texan looking to relive it only to realise his bottle was empty . Brian unexpectedly felt himself growl at this until . . . [ KNOCK , KNOCK , KNOCK ! ] ( “ Someone at my door ? “ ) He thought out loud .
Brian quickly stood up making a firm , but purposeful stride towards the front door . It opened to reveal Harland — this stranger caused his expression to shift from brooding to somewhat puzzled . “ Howdy . “ He greeted . “ Can I help you ? “ A hand kept the door half opened not giving Harland much room to peer inside if the man so wished .
Harland greeted the stranger with a quick nod and a friendly enough smile, "Friend," Harland could smell the man, a mixture of old booze and wolf, and he knew the man could probably smell him, which was fine hopefully it would ease the odd arrival, "Harland Shaw," the big man extended a big hand but he wasn't interested really in looking past the man, privacy was to be respected, "If you got a minute heard about a stranger in town, staying here, thought I'd meet you see if you needed any work?" he pointed back at his truck with his thumb over his shoulder.
( “ Work ? “ ) Brian thought to himself extending out his own hand to firmly shake Harlands . “ A minute , hell . You can have twenty minutes if we’re on the topic of a possible job , come in . “ He dryly chuckled ; a vain attempt to hide his suspicion that lingered in his tone . Sleek brown wolf hairs began to emerge from his pours underneath his red patterned flannel with their supernatural appearance making its way across his shoulders and arms : it was the wolf . If he didn’t get control over his mind , then the body would undergo the change ! Another few painful seconds that felt like an eternity passed and that other side of him would be push back down . A faint click rang out as the man unlocked the front door to let Harland into the dimly lit room . “ I know , it’s sort of a mess things have been difficult . “ Brian politely motioned towards the table and chairs in front of the room ; he bend down to clear away the empty bottles of Jack and leftovers . “ So — this job what can you tell me about it ? “
Harland waited for what felt like eternity for the door to unlock and Brian to invite him in, the booze smell got stronger but Harland didn't judge.
The big man, just a few inches taller than Brian, didn't enter to far into the man's space and he rested his hands on his hips, "Yeah times are hard so me and my friends try to help fellow friends out," Harland hated playing guessing games, this man knew what Harland was and Harland knew what he was, "US wolves have to stick together, pack or not," there no beating around the bush, "We own a couple properties around town and on the outskirts that need tending too, I own the bar Purgatory too always need help there too..."
There it was . Harland had rid him and Brian from the sheep’s clothing the two men held onto to keep up their human masquerade . It momentarily caught him off guard with other lycanthrope preparing himself to make up some bullshit story to cover his tracks , but now there was no need for that . “ So , I guess that lil ol’ theory of mine was right . “ Brian wasn’t the only man to trade his own skin for fur , running rampant throughout the night on a full moon . “ A bar ? Ah , shit — well , you’re in luck , Harland . “ A grunt parted his lips as he sat down again gesturing for him to sit down . “ I used to run my own bar . “( “A few friends . “ ) Harland’s words played over in his head ; thoughts of other lycanthropes roaming around the streets of Sweetwater in board daylight . “ Again , I don’t mean to sound rude , but could you show me . . . Can you control your own change ? “ A horrible itch began to fall over his chest and shoulders where the wolfen hairs had retreated from their change .
Harland chuckled a little to dry, "I...can't just change in the hotel room, want to go for a run? I've lived here about ninety six percent of my life and most of our properties are wooded," of course Harland and Brian had just met, trust was going to have to be built between them.
"I'm a sentinel for my pack, it's my job to meet and make contact with nomads and solo's, we pride ourselves on order and hospitality," Harland explained his role here further, "We ain't going to force you to join, just stay out of trouble is all and if a man finds himself in need of work...well that's where I personally come in, the bar needs some security, especially when the college kids have those damn house music nights..."
Brian lips pursed at Harland’s confusion at his request . “ No , I meant a half transformation . “ Brows raised at the offer for a run in Brian’s favourite setting : the woods . “ I’d say if we get to know each other a little better then we’ll definitely go for a run . “ Uncannily , he spoke the exact thoughts Harland had about their shared trusts showing the other man Brian was on the exact same page .
“ That right ? It’s odd because normal wolf pack ain’t that welcoming to outsiders especially the lone wolf types maybe werewolf packs are similar but different all at the same time . “ Thoughtfully , he brushed his beard genuinely curious about the lives of other lycanthropy his either fear creeping back . “ Pardon me for not taking your word at face value , but I think you can prove that . “ He stood up stretching out his rather large arms . “ I haven’t done a job like that in a while but some kids shouldn’t be a problem : got ya self a deal , partner . “