hyenatrash (hyenatrash) wrote in exsanguious, @ 2015-11-16 18:45:00 |
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Ethan didn't like it. Any of it. How this place had been the last year, all the strange things happening. The way that this place felt, like it was pulling them all in and he couldn't really leave even if he wanted to. How many Slayers and hunters were around. The number of wolves. Hell, the number of shifters and vamps in general. It wasn't normal. And it had that feeling under it all, that pull. He was a fairly straight-forward guy, and didn't like things that messed with his head. And then, ironically enough, the biggest headfuck of all had been two weeks ago, when everything felt as out of whack as it had ever been, before there was...some kind of a release. Like a cork finally popping out of a bottle.
And now it was quiet again. Animals were coming back to the woods. Things felt easier, like the noose around everyone's neck had been loosened a bit. There hadn't been any fights, even between the hunters and the rest of them.
It was making him even more on edge than before, honestly.
He was out now, needing to restock on food and alcohol, the type of trip that he usually only made once a month or so. Ethan was hardly the type that required much in the way of splurges, or fancy meals. In a neutral territory, of course, still trying to get rid of his paranoia through a few rolls of his shoulders as he parked and got out of the truck he'd borrowed from Gray. This shouldn't take too long, at least.(Open to Jayda!)