Outskirts

[BladeRunner]

The farmlands that litter and scatter all around Pine Heath, they are numerous and quite prosperous with many even having temperature controlled greenhouses, allowing them to function and grow crops all year around. This is found between Pine Heath and Pine Forest. 

 

[SweetiePup]

On the edge of town where business bleeds to suburb and further yet bleeds to stretch of road and farmland, a line building stands, three stories in the small-town, western European style that was common in Pine Hearth. New signs had been hung up and books and candles now filled the windows in sales displays. A tin Gothic-styled sign hung over the front door: Grimoires and Grim Wares. A sort of catchy, kitschy name for the new bookstore. It seemed to have popped up overnight, overtaking a building long empty and for sale.

Inside, a cheerfully humming woman could be seen, combing through the hundreds of book spines on the shelves that covered the walls from floor to ceiling. Jenny rearranged books, took inventory, and scribbled notes as her bushy tail swished side to side comfortably. The vibe inside was immaculate; the center candle display towered on a tiered pyramid display table, mixing scents wafting throughout the open shop space and mingling with the faint mustiness of paper and ink. Low-light lamps stood in the corners, casting a warm, gentle light throughout the room to create a cozy atmosphere against the outside chill. Behind the register counter were a few shelves of priced odds and ends; metal charms, bracelets and necklaces, even small glass bottles claiming to be potions and salves of various kinds. A wooden door in the wall was clearly labeled "Employees Only", next to the staircase that led to the second floor.

Jenny passed the entryway and paused to flip a switch on the wall to turn on the small neon "Open" sign in the front window to open up for the day before moving to settle behind the counter, opening up a black leather bound book to read.

[onearmeddruid]

Pat was a solitary man, in the decades he has been alive he has never re married not ever since the war. he chewed on his cigar sitting on a log staring out at the pasture. well as he sat at the edge of the woodland looking into the pasture. He both loved and hated the woods. loved for it was a solitary place for him to sit and ponder, loathe as it looks exactly like all of those battles he survived so long ago. The books talked of the big battles of regiments standing shoulder to shoulder, what they dont tell you is the brutal and bloody hand to hand combat that went through the forests and valleys, in fact most of the war was fought amongst the trees. this particular patch remind him of Shiloh. as angry as he was back then he never got used to Grant's tactic of throwing men at their lines. Of course it worked didn't it.  of course something else was there weren't there. 

[BladeRunner]

//Sorry for the wait boss, been busy with work.//

 

In the distance there was some twig snapping. At first it could've been a branch falling from a tree however it happened several other times. And if one were to carefully listen, it sounded like footsteps somewhere behind one Pat. And soonafter, the sound of talking, quiet, but audible to the werewolf. 

"How you feel about Eric coming back?" A young male said, possibly no older than eighteen. 

A second male replied, "Not sure. I know Bella'll be happy, his old man? Don't know." 

Two young men were in the process of cleaning an elk they had hunted, already having it skinned and now they were carving out the meat and wrapping it all up in individual Ziploc and saran wrap. The second hunter was now starting beginning to make cuts around the rips, careful not to slice anything other than edible flesh. The pair had hunting shotguns and were dressed in hunting gear to help blend in with their surroundings, even going as far as to paint their faces in blacks, browns, and greens. 

"C'mon you were up the guy's ass the entire time he was here!" The first hunter said. 

"Dude that's because of his sister! She's scary as shit when you say no! Ain't trying to fuck with the consequences." The second replied and now stood up. 

[onearmeddruid]

Pat turned around his quiet evening seemingly at an end. He preferred to be alone, though perhaps his nose was failing him he should've smelt the fresh kill then again he is smoking a cigar.turning around even with the camouflage they were easy to see for him 

[BladeRunner]

"If you say so... She just turned eighteen didn't she? How uhh... You know if she's available?" One of the guys asked. 

"Ain't worth it," The other responded, "Besides if Eric gets back home soon, would you rather deal with his wrath, or the Old Man's? Never stick your dick in crazy, had an uncle who did that and he became a baby daddy to a psyche ward, whole god-damned family was nothing but drama."

There was a pause and then the first man continued, "Fair point. Fair point. But still-" 

"She's bisexual, leaning more towards chicks if I remember right." 

As the men finished packing up their kill, rifles slung around their bodies, they would decide to leave the remains with a little bit of meat leftover onto it for the local wildlife. No need to get greedy. Once they packed their bags full of the packaged meat, the pair headed toward a river nearby, one taking a turn to wash their hands and arms whilst the other held the equipment. 

"Bro that's fucking lame! How come the chicks I like are either bi or gay?!" The same guy asking about Bella exclaimed. 

The other shrugged, finishing washing his hands, "Beats me, maybe it's a sign from God that you need one of them country gals. Shit, knowing your luck, might end up getting rejected by one that's lesbian." 

"Don't jinx it, dude, can't go online dating anymore after the whole stalker thing with Gerald." 

"Wait, you had that meathead stalk you?" 

The second man handed the equipment and bags over and started to make his way toward the river bank, "Yeah, how'd you not hear about that? Son of a bitch was cat fishing young men and was kidnapping them, sheriff found a lot of bodies buried in the guy's dad's farm. Guess I was the wrong and last one, busted through a window with a trench knife and I put a bird shot right into his face. Somehow survived, but that happened... What, three years ago? Kinda feel bad for Gerald's dad, man's nicer than most."

Edited yesterday at 01:30 PM by BladeRunner