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When the women returned to her shop she'd find a tall red headed women tall and slightly more pale then normal. She dressed in outfit more for city life then the farm life. Her typical bell bottom jeans hugged the curves of her butt with a black chiffon blouse with large button and small squared toe boots. Her long hair flowed in long waves down her back not teased and cut mid length which was common around these parts. She was on the shorter side, standing only about 4 ft 11. The women surveyed the outside the shop.

The reasons for her being here in the middle of nowhere wasn't completely obvious but the way she was dressed gave her away as an out of towner. If her pattern of speech didn't, she inhaled deeply at the fresh air away from the factories of the big city. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to hopefully catch the owner of the little shop she was standing infront of.

((Sorry 'bout that.))

We ain't like m'st 'ther t'wns o't th're"

Chase said, replying to the biker's comment about the warm welcome. He was well aware that he wasn't the only supernatural in the area. At least, not the only werewolf, he didn't quite know about any of the others. He would often find signs of another werewolf about the town, or in one of his pastures. He would even, though rarely, run into another one during a full moon. He wouldn't be able to tell you who it was though. He waved at the woman as she walked off. The shy type, he guessed.

"Anyw'ys, I g't extra rooms 'n th' house. Plunty 'f room 'n th' barns f'r y'r bike."

He said. He looked off to the direction the woman had walked again, towards the diner. Now that it was mentioned, or implied, a good lunch didn't sound all that bad. He figured he would do that too before he found a ride back to his place. Which, in fact, was rather large for one man. a large two story farm house with three barns just south of it. He had inherited it from his parents a long time ago. He often hired other men and boys from around the area to help him out with all the chores and etc.

Dorian nodded as he took a long, deep breath, “I can certainly tell,” he answered and looked at the blonde farmer. When he was around those who weren’t quite human, he could smell it. Their scent was always different. Humans had a sweet scent that hung in the air and could make Dorian drunk just by the smell alone. They tasted like honey and wine and the sweetest chocolate all rolled into one. The younger the better, or the more scared the better.

Were-creatures had more of an earthy scent. The different kinds had unique scents, and when they were around Dorian he was more often than not overwhelmed by the scent of dirt, the trees, the fresh air. It’s like the first camping trip, the first time to the cabin or the lake. The overwhelming feelings of being one with Nature and the smells of Her wilderness is what accompanies them. That’s exactly what Meridian was smelling, and he could smell it from miles away before the fields or the town were even in sight. The place was a werewolf paradise, not that Dorian cared. He couldn’t be sure if they were as aware of his presence as he was of theirs, but he doubted it. He hadn’t ‘eaten’ much since he was overseas, and his particular scent was a little weak at the moment.

Dorian was drawn out of his own thoughts for the time being and his brows furrowed. He seemed to be having troubles concentrating since coming home, losing his thoughts too easily and getting lost in conversations. Maybe it had something to do with his new ‘diet’, or just what happened in the War. He focused his attention back on Chase and grunted softly after the farmer was done speaking.

“Alright. Sounds like a decent spot,” he admitted and crossed his arms, “I’ll need directions to this farm of yours. When you’re ready to leave, I’ll give you a ride on my hog.” It wasn’t exactly an offer, but it wasn’t a command either. It was just a matter of fact ‘this is what we’re doing’ plan, as if it was the only rational thing to do. Dorian began to ideally walk down Main Street and check out the buildings, looking at them but not really seeing them.

Fyonae, satisfied and full now moved back toward her shop slowly and easily, taking her time and enjoying the fresh air of the late spring day. As she neared her shop, she stopped, seeing yet another newcomer, a woman, standing just outside.

Regarding the woman candidly, offering a light smile, Fyonae tilted her head a bit. "Can I help you?" She asked, voice soft and slightly melodic. Her hazel green hues glanced out at the dusty road, where it seemed the two men had wrapped up their discussion, then shifted her attention back to the woman before her.

"Are you looking for something in particular? My shop has all kinds of things..." she lingered just outside the door, unsure if the woman had come to shop or not, and loathe to go back indoors and invite the bordome to take her once more.

She glanced the woman up and down once, then raised an eyebrow, not one to beat around the bush. "You aren't from around her, are you? From the city?" She asked, wondering how Meridian was so lucky as to get two strangers in one day. She wondered if it was a coincidence.

A smile cased her face, leaning back against the railing on the shop porch, looking at the surrounding area before returning to the shop owner. She did stand out like a sore thumb, she'd needed to remedy that and quickly if she was to get any where in her quest.

how'd you know, darling?

shifting slightly till she stood her full height, her eyes now glancing at the women in front of her letting it travel over the outfit she wore and her figure. Her gaze then traveled down her body and give another shrug before a soft scent hit her nose, it was indeed extremely faint and it worried her as her eyes quickly glanced down the street watching people move about there business.

She needed to get out of here and as soon as possible before she caused problems within this small town, wolves were territorial by nature, so having more then one newcomer could prove to be difficult.

Her attention was pulled back to the women as she spoke to her again, she let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. "indeed I'm here to locate something, that very special," She cut off and almost laughed at herself and wanted to slap herself in the forehead for how stupid she just sounded. She was sensitive to magic and it radiated out of this shop creasing her skin and calling to her. She knew what she sought might very well be inside the shop.

"Can't say for sure I have what you're lookin for, but you're welcome ta come in an have a look." Fyonae opened the door to her shop, ignoring the sarcastic comment the woman had first made, her only indication of response being a raised eyebrow.

Once the odd woman had moved into the shop, Fyonae cast a glance over her shoulder at those in the street, her gaze first searching out the farmer, then the other stranger. An odd feeling was growing in the back of Fyonae's mind, and it seemed to be causing prickled along her spine - especially when she was near either of the newcomers. She wasn't sure she liked the feeling. Were these people here to cause trouble?

Keeping her face neutral with an easy smile on her face and her hues light, she allowed the door to close softly behind as she followed the woman inside the shop, moving promptly behind the counter. "Feel free to browse, but let me know if you want assistance." She said, her gaze following the path of the stranger, masking her wariness under the guise of curiosity.

She wondered around the women shop with a curiosity in her gaze, she didn't get out much and maybe by studying the oddities that called this place home she could learn more perhaps fit in.

She was kidding herself of course, in her situation, there would be no chance of settling down anywhere, memories flashed in her head causing her to bite down on her own lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood her hands were in her side pockets of her jeans wound up into fist.

Magic tendrils creased her skin as she walked along the shelves and glass cases displaying all sorts of items. She stepped along the back of the shop though her eyes drawn upward her gaze traveling along the paintings and pictures along the way before stepping back towards the door and reaching into one of the display cases with a bunch of neckless were being kept.

In a sudden painful shriek she jerked her hand back shaking it and holding it with the other. Her hand looked slightly red and irritated now. Her nostrils flare again as she took rapid deep breaths, her gaze turns to the other women her mouth hung up as if trying to come up with an excuse as to why her hand looked almost burt.

In the glass display case was old neckless found in the caves nearby the city as well as in the possession of some of the older townsfolk that used to live in the town. Many of them were expressive Gold and sliverpieces

Her eyes had flashed from their normal color to that of a more yellow color of a bee before returning back just as quickly as she had jerked her hand out of the display case.

"I have to get more money.... I left it at the motel." She scrambled for words as she practically almost ran out the store as quickly as she had appeared. She left looking back to see if she was being followed, probably running into the other newcomer who'd just be out for a leisurely stroll.

((haha i have no idea what's going on and am assuming no one's went to McDonalds yet. Also, I looked up Meridian correctly (finally, woops) and uh,,, there might not be a mcdonalds and i'm sorry for the inaccuracy. Honestly,,, is there anything in this town. Google makes it look so barren, and it's in the 2010s in these images))

Ryan was trying his hardest to chat his friend into giving them free food, but the threat of being fired loomed too far over his head. Ryan was rejected, and went back to his sister and friends, dejected.
"You tried, cap," Heather said. "Let's go down to the river," She said, looking to see who agreed with her.
Ryan nodded, May as well. Elias did nothing. So, with a 3 to 4 land slide, they went to the river. It was an ugly orange clay color, as usual. They moseyed up and down beside it, with not much to do other then contemplate shoving one another into it. None of them did, though, as likely any one of them shoved into the river would drown in the chemical-and-clay stained waters. A horrible death, really.


"Listen, lets go out and do something to calm our nerves. Get a bite to eat, maybe? It'll be fun," Opal suddenly said, looking around the room.
"But--" Aaron started, but Opal was already on her feet.
"I can see it now. A nice meal at the local diner. A conversation about how wonderful/awful our kids are. Let's go!" Opal said. This was decided. Opal was a stubborn person when it came to relaxation and food.
Jazz and Juliet looked to each other, and they looked to Aaron. All together, they looked to Opal and each one of them let out their own begrudging agreement of a sigh.
They went out of the home Jazz and Aaron shared, and hopped into Aaron's car. It was as if there wasn't a looming fear that Aaron was being subconsciously drawn closer and closer to murder each full moon. Right now, they were a cheery posse of friends. An odd group of three grown women and some man who most tended to see as their chaperone, dragged alone by force rather than choice. Their coat rack, their baggage dolly, their driver. Anyone who actually paid attention knew that he was much as apart of the group as they were, and shared in on just as many laughs. They all carried their own bags, even.
And, even if Aaron was a coat rack for three chittery, shopaholic women (which he obviously wasn't), he was going to eat and relax. It was decided, and Opal, again, wasn't a woman to be moved if she saw no reason to step aside.

Aaron was the first to walk into the dinner. Like the sweet, towering gentlemen he was, he held open the door for them. Opal, subconsciously, kissed him on the cheek as she passed him. Jazz was quick to save all of them by kissing him on the cheek too, as if it was some sort of thanks between all of them or something. Juliet personally didn't want to be apart of that and just gave him an awkward smile before scurrying after her friends.
Aaron looked around to see who was in the diner. There were several people in there, as usual, and all of which he recognized. Most of these familiar strangers were not he was close to, or even liked. They, in return, didn't like him either. The majority listened too far into the rumors that he was cheating, or gay, or both, and took offense to his presence. He, to be polite about it, didn't care about what they whispered as he made his way to the table the girls had claimed for them.