becomethewolves (becomethewolves) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-02-06 07:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | ongoing, samuel ward, zelliot |
Feet up high on the dash and I'm chilling
2/7/19 6PMish
Elliot ✦ Samuel
Introduction PG-13 Probably Ongoing |
Many people were surprised that that Elliot didn't already have a tattoo. Or any abnormal piercings. They cost money though, required a certain amount of consistency, steady passions, and patches of skin that weren't going to get fucked up anytime soon to really be a viable option. Something had wormed it's way into her mind though. An idea. Wormed it's way in and hadn't been shaken since it had appeared a few weeks ago. Since she had won some money in AC a few days ago and it was cheap as shit to stay in Summerview - where apparently they were staying for awhile - why the hell not? Well, primarily it was that there was a Wolf at the tattoo parlour. Elliot wasn't afraid of other Wolves. Nor did she inherently think they were all bad. The Curse didn't make you an animal(all the time), or a bad person. Elliot was what she was before the bite, she viewed it as a blessing. Yeah, she had met her share of shitty Wolves, but she had met even more scummy humans. So as far as she was concered they had equal odds of being untrustworthy, better off dead, jackasses. But Wolves did make her tense. Packs had Mob Mentality down to a magical artform, and they had worked out for her about as well as her human family. Wolves were territorial, and she was new. This was their territory, and in her experience Wolves only solved disputes one way - cuthroat and brutal. So it wasn't that Elliot was afraid, just on edge and defensive around Wolves. Pack was supposed to mean Family, but to Elliot it meant protection as long as you're useful, an a tiered punishment system that went straight to her defensing herself with teeth and knives when she wasn't. Yet. It wasn't keeping her away. This was practically fucking Smallville anyway, what was the worse that could happen? And if she could handle herself against several older Wolves then she could definitely handle one, if it came to that. Hell though, maybe they were boring and weak. Wouldn't surprise her. The door chimed as she pushed it open, eyes skirting around even as she shoved her hands in her jacket pocket, taking a deep breath, smelling metal, antiseptic, and underneath, the faint smell of blood. It made her nose crinkle, and she tried to cover it by inhaling the smell of her coffee as she took another drink from her giant to-go cup. |