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Lepias Odd Encounter Sr Lilah 241020
In a renovated and tidily arranged trailer, Euphemia prepared for a nocturnal ride to contact several patrols around Haven township on behalf of Lilah. Despite her injuries, she embarked on the journey with determination, navigating the dark streets under a waning gibbous moon. Her ride began with an encounter near a converted windmill on Void Drive, where two men, Pete and Jeff, stood on relaxed guard. Initially suspicious at her arrival, they were quickly disarmed by her message; Lilah had sent her to tell them to stand down now that the period of full moon — and the risk it brought — had ended. Convinced without much resistance, they left their post, hinting at their usual hangout at a local pub and leaving Euphemia to proceed with her mission.
Euphemia's journey continued through the night, from the quiet streets to the southern beaches where she found Maya and Dax on a tense patrol amidst the sand and waves. Despite the palpable tension and Dax's fanged smile hinting at his supernatural nature, they too heeded Euphemia's message with little argument. Meanwhile, Lilah's supportive texts kept Euphemia informed of her progress, eventually leading her to the northern forests where Rowan and Elara patrolled. Here, amidst the dense trees, the atmosphere was charged with unease. Yet, upon Euphemia's arrival and her light-hearted, yet firm declaration from Lilah to disband, the tension dissolved into laughter and agreement. As Rowan and Elara zoomed off on their dirt bikes, Euphemia was left to ponder the ease with which the patrols had accepted the end of their vigil, marking the conclusion of her nocturnal adventure and the cessation of the patrols around Haven.
(Euphemia's odd encounter(SRLilah):SRLilah)
[Sat Oct 19 2024]
In the cramped main room of a Rundown Trailer
The living space of the trailer is now neatly arranged, bringing a sense of calm and order. The sofa bed, once spread out and taking up most of the room, has been folded away, creating much-needed floor space. The faded floral pattern of the sofa is softened by a new set of coordinated cushions, adding a subtle touch of harmony to the decor. The television now rests securely on a sturdy table, replacing the precarious milk crate. The once scattered piles of paperbacks and mail have been neatly stored on a small shelf, creating a cleaner, more organized atmosphere.
The kitchenette, previously cluttered with dishes and knick-knacks, is now spotless. Dishes have been washed and put away, while the assortment of knick-knacks has been carefully stored in a small cabinet, leaving the counters clear. The sun-bleached curtains have been swapped out for fresh, light-colored ones, allowing the windows to brighten the room more effectively. The air feels cleaner too, as dust has been meticulously wiped away, leaving every surface gleaming. The room feels spacious and inviting, with each item thoughtfully arranged and no longer overwhelming the limited space.
It is night, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Euphemia sets her phone aside, patting a sleeping Lepia as she slowly wriggles out from underneath her. She strips out of her pajamas, and hurridly pulls on a quick outfit to go out in. Struggling only due to the arm glued to her chest by the supportive cast wound around her shoulder.
Not long after that conversation, via text, as Euphemia gets herself ready for the arduous bike ride around the perimeter of Haven township - made all the more so by injuries that may not have been known to her text-buddy - a text comes in from the redheaded perpetrator.
'Babe, you really are the best. Thanks for doing this!' is quoted, before a series of coordinates around the town follow, wherein the angelborn girl can find the people that she needs to locate. There appears to be eight of them, but an additional note under that list reads: "However many you can get to is great. I'll try to reach out to the rest. Signal's a bit wonky off road out there. Be safe, please!"
With a quick check of her backpack... ensuring she had everything she might need -- she grabbed her helmet and stepped out of the trailer. The crisp air brushed against her skin as she approached her bike, a sleek model that had seen countless dangers. Mounting the bike, she secured her helmet and took a moment to gather her thoughts. The moonlight envelops her face, and she felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of the ride ahead. With a swift kick of her leg, she ignited the engine, the familiar roar echoing in the stillness. Euphemia took a deep breath, revved the throttle, and sped off into the shadows beyond.
It is a dark night, with the moon waning, but it's not too dark to see, especially with the headlights of her bike offering some basic illumination. From the trailer park, it's not far to the first of the patrols, set up not far from a converted windmill on Void Drive. Off the road there, a pair of men lean against trees, talking into the night with cigarettes in one hand and tumblers of coffee in the other. This may not be a point that's seen much trouble with wolves over the past week, for though they're armed, they seem very relaxed.
Euphemia rode through the dark night, the waning moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver hue over the landscape. The headlights of her bike cut a path through the darkness, illuminating the winding path ahead and providing a comforting guide as Euphemia navigated the quiet streets. The trailer park soon faded behind her, and before long, she reached the first of the patrols stationed near a converted windmill on Void Drive. The air was still, punctuated only by the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional distant call of nocturnal creatures. Euphemia slowed her bike, taking a moment to observe the scene. With a steadying breath, She dismounted and approached, the crunch of gravel underfoot breaking the nights tranquility.
The two men lean against the trees, their low conversation blending into the quiet night. They're alone, but they arent concerned. "You think well see anything tonight?" one of them asks with a lazy exhale of smoke. The other shrugs, glancing up at the sky. "Doubt it. Not after this week. Those wolves mustve moved on. Or they know better than to mess with us." They both chuckle, the night feeling calm, almost routine.
Then, the rumble of a motorcycle breaks through the stillness, and their heads snap toward the sound. The bike's headlights pierce through the darkness, casting long shadows across Void Drive. Both men straighten slightly, cigarettes held still as they watch the rider approach. "You expecting anyone?" the first one asks, his tone suddenly alert.
"Nope," the other replies, eyes narrowing. The rider pulls to a stop, and as the engine dies, one of the men flicks his cigarette to the ground, his posture stiffening as Euphemia steps off the bike.
"Well now," he mutters, studying her closely, "Look who decided to show up."
His companion takes a long sip from his coffee, his eyes never leaving her. "Late for a stroll, aint it?" he asks, his voice thick with suspicion. "What brings you down this way at this hour?" They both exchange a quick glance, their relaxed demeanor now gone as their attention locks onto her, ready for whatever might unfold next. "Think she's a wolf, Pete?"
As Euphemia approached, the rumble of the motorcycle broke the stillness of the night, and the headlights cast eerie shadows across the trees. The windmill loomed in the background, its silhouette a solemn reminder of the silence that usually enveloped these streets. Euphemia dismounts, letting the engine die, an amused smile swimming across her lips as the men's attentions fell upon her.
"...Awoo." She teases the two, clearly not taking this anywhere near as seriously as they were. With her broken arm, what were they expecting really? Some grand deception? No... Euphemia was not capable of such things. "...Honestly." She chides the two, stopping, and leaning back against her bike. "...The moon isn't full anymore, guys. And you're still hanging around here? Lilah sent me to tell you all to clear out.
The words hung in the air for a moment, and Euphemia sensed the shift in the atmosphere. she stood there, the cool night air wrapping around her figure, letting the silence weigh heavier as the pair of men processed what she had said. Euphemia could feel the weight of their scrutiny, but she held her ground, ready for any questions or doubts that might arise. "
Pete looks to Jeff and Jeff looks to Pete and they both shrug. "Fine, fine," they both tell Euphemia without any real fuss or fight. "Was getting tired of the volunteer night shifts anyway."
Pete takes one last pull on his cig, throwing the still lit thing into the trees, and the two stride off to bigass trucks parked nearby. "See ya, cutie," the one called Jeff offers over to the blonde angelborn, on his way past, slanting a wink towards her. "Hopefully, anyway. We're down at the pub most nights." When they aren't out keeping wolves out of town, anyway.
There's a few more coordinates on the list, but a message from Lilah says she's cleared out one of them, herself. Six to go.
SRLilah says "emote The next set of coordinates takes @euphmeia to the southern beaches. Not far off the shore, where the sound of crashing waves blends with the rustle of wind through tall grasses, a man and woman stand on patrol, scanning the tree line. The moons pale light reflects off the water, offering just enough illumination to keep the night from being pitch black. Maya leans against a weathered fence, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving the dark stretch of dunes ahead. "You think thisll be another quiet night, Dax?" she asks, her voice low but steady. @line @line Dax stands a few paces away, closer to the water, resting his hand on the handle of the rifle slung over his shoulder. He glances back at Maya, then toward the forest that borders the beach. "It better be," he replies, his tone half-joking but with an edge of tension. "Id rather not deal with wolves sneaking up out of the dunes again." @line @LINE Maya shifts her stance, scanning the horizon as the wind picks up slightly. @line @line "Still think we should be closer to the cabins. Feels too exposed out here." @line @line Dax nods, eyes narrowing as he peers into the darkness. "Yeah, but they said this stretch was hit last time. Well stick it out for a bit longer. Just stay sharp.""
The next set of coordinates takes someone to the southern beaches. Not far off the shore, where the sound of crashing waves blends with the rustle of wind through tall grasses, a man and woman stand on patrol, scanning the tree line. The moons pale light reflects off the water, offering just enough illumination to keep the night from being pitch black. Maya leans against a weathered fence, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving the dark stretch of dunes ahead. "You think thisll be another quiet night, Dax?" she asks, her voice low but steady.
Dax stands a few paces away, closer to the water, resting his hand on the handle of the rifle slung over his shoulder. He glances back at Maya, then toward the forest that borders the beach. "It better be," he replies, his tone half-joking but with an edge of tension. "Id rather not deal with wolves sneaking up out of the dunes again."
Maya shifts her stance, scanning the horizon as the wind picks up slightly.
"Still think we should be closer to the cabins. Feels too exposed out here."
Dax nods, eyes narrowing as he peers into the darkness. "Yeah, but they said this stretch was hit last time. Well stick it out for a bit longer. Just stay sharp."
The next set of coordinates takes Euphemia to the southern beaches. Not far off the shore, where the sound of crashing waves blends with the rustle of wind through tall grasses, a man and woman stand on patrol, scanning the tree line. The moons pale light reflects off the water, offering just enough illumination to keep the night from being pitch black. Maya leans against a weathered fence, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving the dark stretch of dunes ahead. "You think thisll be another quiet night, Dax?" she asks, her voice low but steady.
Dax stands a few paces away, closer to the water, resting his hand on the handle of the rifle slung over his shoulder. He glances back at Maya, then toward the forest that borders the beach. "It better be," he replies, his tone half-joking but with an edge of tension. "Id rather not deal with wolves sneaking up out of the dunes again."
Maya shifts her stance, scanning the horizon as the wind picks up slightly.
"Still think we should be closer to the cabins. Feels too exposed out here."
Dax nods, eyes narrowing as he peers into the darkness. "Yeah, but they said this stretch was hit last time. Well stick it out for a bit longer. Just stay sharp."
As Euphemia approached, the sound of crashing waves mingled with the tension in the air. Watching Maya and Dax interact, she felt a mix of admiration and unease at their vigilance. The beach was eerily quiet, the moonlight casting long shadows that danced along the dunes, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.
With each step, Euphemia's senses heightened. She could see the way Maya's arms were crossed, her body language alert, and the way Dax rested his hand on his rifle, ready for anything that might emerge from the darkness. The tension was palpable, a grim reminder of the dangers that had once lurked just beyond the tree line.
With a resolve to be clear and concise, Euphemia stepped closer, prepared to interrupt their patrol with purpose. The salty breeze tousled her hair as she called out, "Excuse me," her voice pierces the silence -- steady despite the weight of the tension about them. "You guys are good to go. Lilah says to clear out, the full moon is over."
The immediate tension at seeing someone approach their exact position ebbs away as Euphemia explains her purpose for being there. "Yeah? She said that did she?" The smile someone gives the angelborn is filled with fangs, a vampire at the peak of night, more than content with what he's doing. Still, after a touch on the arm from someone, the pair nod and turn to head away, leaving Euphemia to find her bike and head off to the next location.
As she does, another text from Lilah comes in, ticking off another of the patrolling pairs. They're down to four, and Euphemia's next stop is deeper up in the northern forests, off Elm Street, where Rowan and Elara are stationed.
The immediate tension at seeing someone approach their exact position ebbs away as Euphemia explains her purpose for being there. "Yeah? She said that did she?" The smile that Dax gives the angelborn is filled with fangs, a vampire at the peak of night, more than content with what he's doing. Still, after a touch on the arm from someone, the pair nod and turn to head away, leaving Euphemia to find her bike and head off to the next location.
As she does, another text from Lilah comes in, ticking off another of the patrolling pairs. They're down to four, and Euphemia's next stop is deeper up in the northern forests, off Elm Street, where Rowan and Elara are stationed.
The immediate tension at seeing someone approach their exact position ebbs away as Euphemia explains her purpose for being there. "Yeah? She said that did she?" The smile that Dax gives the angelborn is filled with fangs, a vampire at the peak of night, more than content with what he's doing. Still, after a touch on the arm from Maya, the pair nod and turn to head away, leaving Euphemia to find her bike and head off to the next location.
As she does, another text from Lilah comes in, ticking off another of the patrolling pairs. They're down to four, and Euphemia's next stop is deeper up in the northern forests, off Elm Street, where Rowan and Elara are stationed.
As the tension eased with Daxs grin, Euphemia felt a mix of relief and determination. Yes, she did, she replied, holding his gaze steadily despite the sharpness of his smile. There was something oddly comforting about their relaxed demeanor, even if it was wrapped in the danger of their surroundings.
After they turned to leave, Euphemia mounted her bike, the urgency of the situation flooding back. The message was delivered, but the night was still young, and her work was far from done. As Euphemia's phone chimed with Lilah's text, her heart raced slightly at the thought of fewer patrols remaining.
With a firm grip on the handlebars, Euphemia took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead. The anticipation of encountering Rowan and Elara made her pulse quicken. There was no time to waste; the night was calling, and Euphemia was ready to answer.
Deep in the northern forest, the air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The canopy above blocks out most of the moonlight, leaving only faint slivers of silver to slip through the leaves. Farther into the shadows, two figures move cautiously, their breath visible in the cool night air.
"Feels too quiet up here," mutters Rowan, his hand gripping the hilt of the knife strapped to his belt. He keeps his voice low, but the unease is clear. "The wolves usually dont give us this much peace."
Beside him, Elara walks with deliberate steps, her bow drawn, an arrow nocked but not yet ready to fire. Her sharp eyes flick between the trees, alert to the slightest movement. "Maybe theyve moved on," she whispers, though there's little conviction in her words. "Or maybe theyre just waiting for us to think that."
Rowan glances at her, then back into the darkness ahead. "Always the optimist," he says dryly, stepping over a fallen branch. "But yeah... it doesnt sit right with me either."
Elaras gaze narrows as she slows her pace, eyes catching something in the distance, though it quickly fades back into the black. "You feel that?" she asks softly, her voice tightening.
Rowan stops, scanning the trees, his breath shallow. "Yeah," he replies, his voice barely audible. "Somethings out there."
Luckily for the pair, it's just Euphemia, roaring up on her anything-but-subtle bike!
As Euphemia rode deeper into the northern forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a deep sense of unease settled in. The canopy above blocked most of the moonlight, casting the path ahead into shadow. The sudden sound of Rowan and Elara's quiet conversation reached Euphemia's ears, amplifying her anticipation. Their unease was palpable, and she could sense the weight of their surroundings.
As Euphemia rolled up on the bike, the familiar rumble shattered the stillness of the night. The headlights cut through the gloom, and a sense of purpose surged within her. She spotted them in the distance, their figures shifting in response to the noise.
"Lilah sent me to tell you both to clear out." Euphemia calls out, a hand coming up to rest upon her hip. "...Shoo. Scram. Get out of here. No use beating down a wolf when they aren't crazed by lunacy anymore." She pauses, considering that statement. "...Ha. Luna-cy."
While Euphemia talks to the pair on patrol, she receives several more texts from someone. Coordinates 6, 7, and 8 are under control, and were reachable by phone.
As she so casually dismisses the two on patrol, Rowan actually laughs at her little joke. "Right?" he agrees, and the pair turn for their own dirtbikes, concealed among the trees. With them tearing off into the distance, and towards the town soon after, it might leave Euphemia to wonder why they were so content to stay so long after the full moon ended, yet were so easy to convince to leave with just a few words. Either way, it seems the patrols are over!
While Euphemia talks to the pair on patrol, she receives several more texts from Lilah. Coordinates 6, 7, and 8 are under control, and were reachable by phone.
As she so casually dismisses the two on patrol, Rowan actually laughs at her little joke. "Right?" he agrees, and the pair turn for their own dirtbikes, concealed among the trees. With them tearing off into the distance, and towards the town soon after, it might leave Euphemia to wonder why they were so content to stay so long after the full moon ended, yet were so easy to convince to leave with just a few words. Either way, it seems the patrols are over!
Euphemia's journey continued through the night, from the quiet streets to the southern beaches where she found Maya and Dax on a tense patrol amidst the sand and waves. Despite the palpable tension and Dax's fanged smile hinting at his supernatural nature, they too heeded Euphemia's message with little argument. Meanwhile, Lilah's supportive texts kept Euphemia informed of her progress, eventually leading her to the northern forests where Rowan and Elara patrolled. Here, amidst the dense trees, the atmosphere was charged with unease. Yet, upon Euphemia's arrival and her light-hearted, yet firm declaration from Lilah to disband, the tension dissolved into laughter and agreement. As Rowan and Elara zoomed off on their dirt bikes, Euphemia was left to ponder the ease with which the patrols had accepted the end of their vigil, marking the conclusion of her nocturnal adventure and the cessation of the patrols around Haven.
(Euphemia's odd encounter(SRLilah):SRLilah)
[Sat Oct 19 2024]
In the cramped main room of a Rundown Trailer
The living space of the trailer is now neatly arranged, bringing a sense of calm and order. The sofa bed, once spread out and taking up most of the room, has been folded away, creating much-needed floor space. The faded floral pattern of the sofa is softened by a new set of coordinated cushions, adding a subtle touch of harmony to the decor. The television now rests securely on a sturdy table, replacing the precarious milk crate. The once scattered piles of paperbacks and mail have been neatly stored on a small shelf, creating a cleaner, more organized atmosphere.
The kitchenette, previously cluttered with dishes and knick-knacks, is now spotless. Dishes have been washed and put away, while the assortment of knick-knacks has been carefully stored in a small cabinet, leaving the counters clear. The sun-bleached curtains have been swapped out for fresh, light-colored ones, allowing the windows to brighten the room more effectively. The air feels cleaner too, as dust has been meticulously wiped away, leaving every surface gleaming. The room feels spacious and inviting, with each item thoughtfully arranged and no longer overwhelming the limited space.
It is night, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Euphemia sets her phone aside, patting a sleeping Lepia as she slowly wriggles out from underneath her. She strips out of her pajamas, and hurridly pulls on a quick outfit to go out in. Struggling only due to the arm glued to her chest by the supportive cast wound around her shoulder.
Not long after that conversation, via text, as Euphemia gets herself ready for the arduous bike ride around the perimeter of Haven township - made all the more so by injuries that may not have been known to her text-buddy - a text comes in from the redheaded perpetrator.
'Babe, you really are the best. Thanks for doing this!' is quoted, before a series of coordinates around the town follow, wherein the angelborn girl can find the people that she needs to locate. There appears to be eight of them, but an additional note under that list reads: "However many you can get to is great. I'll try to reach out to the rest. Signal's a bit wonky off road out there. Be safe, please!"
With a quick check of her backpack... ensuring she had everything she might need -- she grabbed her helmet and stepped out of the trailer. The crisp air brushed against her skin as she approached her bike, a sleek model that had seen countless dangers. Mounting the bike, she secured her helmet and took a moment to gather her thoughts. The moonlight envelops her face, and she felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of the ride ahead. With a swift kick of her leg, she ignited the engine, the familiar roar echoing in the stillness. Euphemia took a deep breath, revved the throttle, and sped off into the shadows beyond.
It is a dark night, with the moon waning, but it's not too dark to see, especially with the headlights of her bike offering some basic illumination. From the trailer park, it's not far to the first of the patrols, set up not far from a converted windmill on Void Drive. Off the road there, a pair of men lean against trees, talking into the night with cigarettes in one hand and tumblers of coffee in the other. This may not be a point that's seen much trouble with wolves over the past week, for though they're armed, they seem very relaxed.
Euphemia rode through the dark night, the waning moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver hue over the landscape. The headlights of her bike cut a path through the darkness, illuminating the winding path ahead and providing a comforting guide as Euphemia navigated the quiet streets. The trailer park soon faded behind her, and before long, she reached the first of the patrols stationed near a converted windmill on Void Drive. The air was still, punctuated only by the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional distant call of nocturnal creatures. Euphemia slowed her bike, taking a moment to observe the scene. With a steadying breath, She dismounted and approached, the crunch of gravel underfoot breaking the nights tranquility.
The two men lean against the trees, their low conversation blending into the quiet night. They're alone, but they arent concerned. "You think well see anything tonight?" one of them asks with a lazy exhale of smoke. The other shrugs, glancing up at the sky. "Doubt it. Not after this week. Those wolves mustve moved on. Or they know better than to mess with us." They both chuckle, the night feeling calm, almost routine.
Then, the rumble of a motorcycle breaks through the stillness, and their heads snap toward the sound. The bike's headlights pierce through the darkness, casting long shadows across Void Drive. Both men straighten slightly, cigarettes held still as they watch the rider approach. "You expecting anyone?" the first one asks, his tone suddenly alert.
"Nope," the other replies, eyes narrowing. The rider pulls to a stop, and as the engine dies, one of the men flicks his cigarette to the ground, his posture stiffening as Euphemia steps off the bike.
"Well now," he mutters, studying her closely, "Look who decided to show up."
His companion takes a long sip from his coffee, his eyes never leaving her. "Late for a stroll, aint it?" he asks, his voice thick with suspicion. "What brings you down this way at this hour?" They both exchange a quick glance, their relaxed demeanor now gone as their attention locks onto her, ready for whatever might unfold next. "Think she's a wolf, Pete?"
As Euphemia approached, the rumble of the motorcycle broke the stillness of the night, and the headlights cast eerie shadows across the trees. The windmill loomed in the background, its silhouette a solemn reminder of the silence that usually enveloped these streets. Euphemia dismounts, letting the engine die, an amused smile swimming across her lips as the men's attentions fell upon her.
"...Awoo." She teases the two, clearly not taking this anywhere near as seriously as they were. With her broken arm, what were they expecting really? Some grand deception? No... Euphemia was not capable of such things. "...Honestly." She chides the two, stopping, and leaning back against her bike. "...The moon isn't full anymore, guys. And you're still hanging around here? Lilah sent me to tell you all to clear out.
The words hung in the air for a moment, and Euphemia sensed the shift in the atmosphere. she stood there, the cool night air wrapping around her figure, letting the silence weigh heavier as the pair of men processed what she had said. Euphemia could feel the weight of their scrutiny, but she held her ground, ready for any questions or doubts that might arise. "
Pete looks to Jeff and Jeff looks to Pete and they both shrug. "Fine, fine," they both tell Euphemia without any real fuss or fight. "Was getting tired of the volunteer night shifts anyway."
Pete takes one last pull on his cig, throwing the still lit thing into the trees, and the two stride off to bigass trucks parked nearby. "See ya, cutie," the one called Jeff offers over to the blonde angelborn, on his way past, slanting a wink towards her. "Hopefully, anyway. We're down at the pub most nights." When they aren't out keeping wolves out of town, anyway.
There's a few more coordinates on the list, but a message from Lilah says she's cleared out one of them, herself. Six to go.
SRLilah says "emote The next set of coordinates takes @euphmeia to the southern beaches. Not far off the shore, where the sound of crashing waves blends with the rustle of wind through tall grasses, a man and woman stand on patrol, scanning the tree line. The moons pale light reflects off the water, offering just enough illumination to keep the night from being pitch black. Maya leans against a weathered fence, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving the dark stretch of dunes ahead. "You think thisll be another quiet night, Dax?" she asks, her voice low but steady. @line @line Dax stands a few paces away, closer to the water, resting his hand on the handle of the rifle slung over his shoulder. He glances back at Maya, then toward the forest that borders the beach. "It better be," he replies, his tone half-joking but with an edge of tension. "Id rather not deal with wolves sneaking up out of the dunes again." @line @LINE Maya shifts her stance, scanning the horizon as the wind picks up slightly. @line @line "Still think we should be closer to the cabins. Feels too exposed out here." @line @line Dax nods, eyes narrowing as he peers into the darkness. "Yeah, but they said this stretch was hit last time. Well stick it out for a bit longer. Just stay sharp.""
The next set of coordinates takes someone to the southern beaches. Not far off the shore, where the sound of crashing waves blends with the rustle of wind through tall grasses, a man and woman stand on patrol, scanning the tree line. The moons pale light reflects off the water, offering just enough illumination to keep the night from being pitch black. Maya leans against a weathered fence, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving the dark stretch of dunes ahead. "You think thisll be another quiet night, Dax?" she asks, her voice low but steady.
Dax stands a few paces away, closer to the water, resting his hand on the handle of the rifle slung over his shoulder. He glances back at Maya, then toward the forest that borders the beach. "It better be," he replies, his tone half-joking but with an edge of tension. "Id rather not deal with wolves sneaking up out of the dunes again."
Maya shifts her stance, scanning the horizon as the wind picks up slightly.
"Still think we should be closer to the cabins. Feels too exposed out here."
Dax nods, eyes narrowing as he peers into the darkness. "Yeah, but they said this stretch was hit last time. Well stick it out for a bit longer. Just stay sharp."
The next set of coordinates takes Euphemia to the southern beaches. Not far off the shore, where the sound of crashing waves blends with the rustle of wind through tall grasses, a man and woman stand on patrol, scanning the tree line. The moons pale light reflects off the water, offering just enough illumination to keep the night from being pitch black. Maya leans against a weathered fence, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving the dark stretch of dunes ahead. "You think thisll be another quiet night, Dax?" she asks, her voice low but steady.
Dax stands a few paces away, closer to the water, resting his hand on the handle of the rifle slung over his shoulder. He glances back at Maya, then toward the forest that borders the beach. "It better be," he replies, his tone half-joking but with an edge of tension. "Id rather not deal with wolves sneaking up out of the dunes again."
Maya shifts her stance, scanning the horizon as the wind picks up slightly.
"Still think we should be closer to the cabins. Feels too exposed out here."
Dax nods, eyes narrowing as he peers into the darkness. "Yeah, but they said this stretch was hit last time. Well stick it out for a bit longer. Just stay sharp."
As Euphemia approached, the sound of crashing waves mingled with the tension in the air. Watching Maya and Dax interact, she felt a mix of admiration and unease at their vigilance. The beach was eerily quiet, the moonlight casting long shadows that danced along the dunes, creating an almost surreal atmosphere.
With each step, Euphemia's senses heightened. She could see the way Maya's arms were crossed, her body language alert, and the way Dax rested his hand on his rifle, ready for anything that might emerge from the darkness. The tension was palpable, a grim reminder of the dangers that had once lurked just beyond the tree line.
With a resolve to be clear and concise, Euphemia stepped closer, prepared to interrupt their patrol with purpose. The salty breeze tousled her hair as she called out, "Excuse me," her voice pierces the silence -- steady despite the weight of the tension about them. "You guys are good to go. Lilah says to clear out, the full moon is over."
The immediate tension at seeing someone approach their exact position ebbs away as Euphemia explains her purpose for being there. "Yeah? She said that did she?" The smile someone gives the angelborn is filled with fangs, a vampire at the peak of night, more than content with what he's doing. Still, after a touch on the arm from someone, the pair nod and turn to head away, leaving Euphemia to find her bike and head off to the next location.
As she does, another text from Lilah comes in, ticking off another of the patrolling pairs. They're down to four, and Euphemia's next stop is deeper up in the northern forests, off Elm Street, where Rowan and Elara are stationed.
The immediate tension at seeing someone approach their exact position ebbs away as Euphemia explains her purpose for being there. "Yeah? She said that did she?" The smile that Dax gives the angelborn is filled with fangs, a vampire at the peak of night, more than content with what he's doing. Still, after a touch on the arm from someone, the pair nod and turn to head away, leaving Euphemia to find her bike and head off to the next location.
As she does, another text from Lilah comes in, ticking off another of the patrolling pairs. They're down to four, and Euphemia's next stop is deeper up in the northern forests, off Elm Street, where Rowan and Elara are stationed.
The immediate tension at seeing someone approach their exact position ebbs away as Euphemia explains her purpose for being there. "Yeah? She said that did she?" The smile that Dax gives the angelborn is filled with fangs, a vampire at the peak of night, more than content with what he's doing. Still, after a touch on the arm from Maya, the pair nod and turn to head away, leaving Euphemia to find her bike and head off to the next location.
As she does, another text from Lilah comes in, ticking off another of the patrolling pairs. They're down to four, and Euphemia's next stop is deeper up in the northern forests, off Elm Street, where Rowan and Elara are stationed.
As the tension eased with Daxs grin, Euphemia felt a mix of relief and determination. Yes, she did, she replied, holding his gaze steadily despite the sharpness of his smile. There was something oddly comforting about their relaxed demeanor, even if it was wrapped in the danger of their surroundings.
After they turned to leave, Euphemia mounted her bike, the urgency of the situation flooding back. The message was delivered, but the night was still young, and her work was far from done. As Euphemia's phone chimed with Lilah's text, her heart raced slightly at the thought of fewer patrols remaining.
With a firm grip on the handlebars, Euphemia took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead. The anticipation of encountering Rowan and Elara made her pulse quicken. There was no time to waste; the night was calling, and Euphemia was ready to answer.
Deep in the northern forest, the air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The canopy above blocks out most of the moonlight, leaving only faint slivers of silver to slip through the leaves. Farther into the shadows, two figures move cautiously, their breath visible in the cool night air.
"Feels too quiet up here," mutters Rowan, his hand gripping the hilt of the knife strapped to his belt. He keeps his voice low, but the unease is clear. "The wolves usually dont give us this much peace."
Beside him, Elara walks with deliberate steps, her bow drawn, an arrow nocked but not yet ready to fire. Her sharp eyes flick between the trees, alert to the slightest movement. "Maybe theyve moved on," she whispers, though there's little conviction in her words. "Or maybe theyre just waiting for us to think that."
Rowan glances at her, then back into the darkness ahead. "Always the optimist," he says dryly, stepping over a fallen branch. "But yeah... it doesnt sit right with me either."
Elaras gaze narrows as she slows her pace, eyes catching something in the distance, though it quickly fades back into the black. "You feel that?" she asks softly, her voice tightening.
Rowan stops, scanning the trees, his breath shallow. "Yeah," he replies, his voice barely audible. "Somethings out there."
Luckily for the pair, it's just Euphemia, roaring up on her anything-but-subtle bike!
As Euphemia rode deeper into the northern forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a deep sense of unease settled in. The canopy above blocked most of the moonlight, casting the path ahead into shadow. The sudden sound of Rowan and Elara's quiet conversation reached Euphemia's ears, amplifying her anticipation. Their unease was palpable, and she could sense the weight of their surroundings.
As Euphemia rolled up on the bike, the familiar rumble shattered the stillness of the night. The headlights cut through the gloom, and a sense of purpose surged within her. She spotted them in the distance, their figures shifting in response to the noise.
"Lilah sent me to tell you both to clear out." Euphemia calls out, a hand coming up to rest upon her hip. "...Shoo. Scram. Get out of here. No use beating down a wolf when they aren't crazed by lunacy anymore." She pauses, considering that statement. "...Ha. Luna-cy."
While Euphemia talks to the pair on patrol, she receives several more texts from someone. Coordinates 6, 7, and 8 are under control, and were reachable by phone.
As she so casually dismisses the two on patrol, Rowan actually laughs at her little joke. "Right?" he agrees, and the pair turn for their own dirtbikes, concealed among the trees. With them tearing off into the distance, and towards the town soon after, it might leave Euphemia to wonder why they were so content to stay so long after the full moon ended, yet were so easy to convince to leave with just a few words. Either way, it seems the patrols are over!
While Euphemia talks to the pair on patrol, she receives several more texts from Lilah. Coordinates 6, 7, and 8 are under control, and were reachable by phone.
As she so casually dismisses the two on patrol, Rowan actually laughs at her little joke. "Right?" he agrees, and the pair turn for their own dirtbikes, concealed among the trees. With them tearing off into the distance, and towards the town soon after, it might leave Euphemia to wonder why they were so content to stay so long after the full moon ended, yet were so easy to convince to leave with just a few words. Either way, it seems the patrols are over!