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TROY JOSEPH THOMAS
Posted: Jan 13 2014, 04:25 AM


HELLSPAWN - PLAYED BY ELLE
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there's a devil outside of your window
AND HE'S WAITIN' FOR A PIECE OF YOU

At this point, troy's presence at the college was a joke. He knew full well that he wasn't going to pass his courses; he didn't even attend them anymore, and only used his dorm to crash in when he wasn't passing out at aeron's place, or prison, or someone's lawn—or another certain someone's bed. But that was only once, and he almost preferred prison than facing the hulk's wrath. Almost. But he made his way across campus nonetheless that night, moonlight illuminating his path. His arms were physically unable to handle any more food than they held now—bags of chips, popcorn, chocolate bars, beef jerky and there were even some curly fries in there.

Guilt had never been something troy could easily bear.

There was something inside of him that longed to correct whatever wrong he'd done to someone, be it intentional or not. The fact was never, ever more true than when austin was concerned—in fact, troy was pretty convinced that if he didn't find a way to make things right with his best friend, the guilt would seriously eat him up from the inside out. And not only for accidentally turning him into a hellhound—no, that wasn't even the half of it. What hurt most had been before that, blowing austin off day after day, week after week until he could barely even bring himself to see his friend at all for the guilt that those dark puppy dog eyes set off in him.

Austin didn't deserve it—hell no he didn't deserve it, not the same friend who'd been at his side since the first grade; Not the brother that'd gotten him through every single hardship from that time he was seven and ate a bug that made him sick for a week, all the way to being dumped by his first girlfriend as a teenager. Austin was there when troy's grades went to hell, helping him focus better than his adderall ever could—he was there sitting beside him in the principal's office when their plans went awry, even though austin got into a lot more trouble from his parents than troy ever did. And troy was there for him through it all, too, until he suddenly wasn't.

But another thing austin didn't deserve? Getting eaten by his practically adopted brother. And ever since he was turned, that's all troy's mind strayed to when austin was in the vicinity. He was so innocent, so obliviously good, and the thought of losing control as troy so often did and maiming his suddenly delicious smelling roomate, it was just too much. Avoiding him had been harder even than avoiding his parents and little sister, but he told himself, month after month, that it was better that way; that those closest to him wouldn't end up dead between his jaws if only he could make excuses never to see them.

The hound nearly tripped over something in his path just outside the dorms, stumbling in a panic as he awkwardly—and miraculously—managed to keep his balance. He turned around to glare at whatever dared get in the way of his feet, but he realized it was a person—and not just any person. He glanced around briefly as he dropped the food, sending random glares to people who'd just kept walking, but concern overwhelmed his anger. ”buddy, hey—austin,” he blurted, quickly sinking down beside the sprawled figure of his best friend. it was then he noticed the blood and the bruises, signs that instantly put an uncharacteristically vicious ball of fire in troy's stomach. who in the fuck?! One whiff and austin reeked of alcohol, not at all a compatible scent to go with the old valedictorian and that fact made troy's stomach churn. 'how would you know?' he thought to himself with a wretched stab of guilt.

Being reunited with austin felt like regaining an arm and a leg; troy felt complete again, but his friend was different in more ways than one which were, again, his fault. But at least the guy wasn't dead. ”dude—wake up man, earth to austin! It's troy, c'mon buddy, what the hell happened? Wake up!” troy gripped his chin to wiggle his face a little before reaching back to find whatever curly fries were still in the cardboard box. He waved them under austin's nose, concern etched in the lines of his face. Troy might've been back at the other hound's side again, but it wasn't the same... austin wasn't the same, wasn't okay, and troy was going to do everything within his power to fix it.

right after he ate whoever fucked with his best friend.

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AUSTIN HIAWATHA LATHAM
Posted: Jan 14 2014, 01:44 AM


WANDERER - PLAYED BY TORI
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in the dark you come to life
DON'T WAKE ME UP JUST LET ME DREAM

Sometimes when you confronted and fixed the problems in your life, you found yourself with infinite new ones. After weeks turned to months and almost turned into years of being avoided by his best friend; confrontation had been the only inevitable option left. To corner Troy and find out just what had happened; why two boys who’d grown up together and been brother had drifted apart so suddenly and without a seeming reason.

And that had proven more to bring up more trouble than he’d ever intended. True, the boys were back together again; Troy and Austin against the world – but what world? His eyes had been opened in so many more ways than one, and it was terrifying. Hellhounds? Demons? The supernatural world had always been a fantasy and something that was reserved for books and fairy tales – not to show up in his daily life; let alone make him a part of it.

It was the reason he was here; because he was still struggling to wrap his head around everything. The twenty two year old had never been a drinker, not in high school or even after turning of age. But this was one of those things that really called for it. It was also how he’d ended up in this situation. The roided up jock’s fist slammed into his face, and Austin reeled backwards into the brick wall cursing his friendly nature.

Alcohol only made him into a friendly, somewhat nosy drunk. And so perhaps chatting with the beautiful blonde at the bar who’d been left alone while her boyfriend played pool hadn’t exactly been the smartest move – but no one had ever said Austin was intelligent outside his books. It hadn’t even been flirting; or at least anything he was aware was considered flirting, but the man currently pounding his face into a pulp had taken offense either way. Which was what had led to his current predicament and wow he had forgotten how easily his mind wandered after a few beers. He couldn’t even remember why he had come out to the bar in the first place; let alone why he was alone.

Of course, the way even as his head reeled back from a punch he eyed the bigger man like a piece of meat was a pretty big fucking clue. His lips pulled back into a snarl, canines sharpening and elongating in the low light from the open door to the bar. Muscles shifted under his skin, his eyes flashing unnaturally as it reflected off the irises. A low growl escaped him, and Austin lunged for the jerk with claws outstretched. It was a bit of a blur after that.

He’s pretty sure he didn’t kill the asshole at least, because there’s not nearly enough blood on his hands for that as he stumbles down the street grinning like a loon staring at the previously mentioned hands. It was kind of cool, being able to do the things he could now – even if it was also completely terrifying. A fucking hellhound, dog of hell. He hadn’t been raised in religion; or at least a religion that recognized things such as that; but it didn’t mean he hadn’t been aware of them and their lore.

He was lost in those thoughts as he wandered back in the direction of campus and his dorm, trundling along. It really was very exhausting though, and all he wanted was to curl up and close his eyes. The grass suddenly looked very inviting, and the new hellhound fell to his knees and faceplanted into it with a happy sigh. Soft, and cold. Felt good. Or it started out that way, until someone abruptly tripped over him; and Austin let out an unhappy whine.

Austin muttered under his breath in Onondaga, face still planted in the cool grass. There was a hand on his face, cupping his chin and tipping it up out of the dirt. He complained with a disgruntled whine, but then there was a delicious scent being held near his nose. The hound’s eyes shot open; or at least the one not obscured by a swollen black eye did; and he lunged for the proffered treat. Teeth still sharp and elongated canines closed on Troy’s hand, taking the fries with wolfish hungry focus. The feeling of biting into flesh gave him pause though, and abruptly slammed him back into the present – or at least much humanity and situation awareness he had with the amount of alcohol floating in his system.

“Troy? Troy whoooo?” He giggled, a little groggily. It couldn’t be hisTroy, because even after the night in their dorm room and the resulting conversation; he still had trouble believing he’d gotten his best friend back. “Heeeeey buddy. You taste like curly fries.” The hound flopped onto his back, wincing as he landed on his arm. His grin cracked open his lip again, and coppery blood leaked into his mouth; Austin licked his lips and swallowed.

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TROY JOSEPH THOMAS
Posted: Jan 14 2014, 08:49 PM


HELLSPAWN - PLAYED BY ELLE
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there's a devil outside of your window
AND HE'S WAITIN' FOR A PIECE OF YOU

For as bad as troy felt about accidentally turning his best friend, there was also and overwhelming sense of relief. He didn't have to avoid austin anymore, for one—and two, he didn't feel so crushingly alone. true, he'd figured out a decent amount about the supernatural world so far, but each time he met another part of the supernatural community it felt like he knew less and less. There was still so much he didn't understand, didn't even want to understand, but now austin was there to help him figure it all out, because that was what austin did best.

He could smell that not all the blood on his friend was his, and he remembered that scent unconsciously, storing it away for future use. Troy wasn't the type to defend himself against bullying with anything other than sarcasm, but those he held dear to him were a different story altogether. Add to that his new instincts, the ones that declared austin a part of his pack, somehow, and it was all troy could do not to take off into the night with his nose in the wind sniffing after that asshole like a maniac. The other hound's whine was a good sign, even though troy didn't like to be the cause of it. But he was passed out in the middle of the lawn, and however normal that might've been for college life, troy wouldn't have it.

”holy shi—ouch! goddamn!” troy exclaimed in surprise, yanking his hand back as austin's teeth closed over his curly-fry offering fingers. ”no biting, man!” there was barely any crossness in his tone, though, because it was extremely hard to be angry with a guy who was giggling and smiling as dopily as austin was in that moment. Though seeing his best friend drunk was a relatively rare sight (which he almost never missed because he was right there with him), troy had always enjoyed it, because there was nobody happier or more friendly. ”nono buddy, curly fries taste like curly fries,” troy corrected him, half a grin on his face. He sighed and watched as austin fell back on his arm, too drunk to even rearrange himself into a comfortable position. ”c'mon drunky, let's get you inside.”

except he was worried, because austin's healing wasn't kicking in as fast as he wanted it to. As gingerly as he could, troy lifted the other hound's arm and helped him wobble into a standing position, staying under his arm to support him while troy's free hand shook the box of curly fries in front of austin's nose. ”theeere we go, follow the fries, they're going this way.” and suddenly 'this way' wasn't towards the dorms like troy had originally intended, but in the direction that would take them away from campus. towards someone who troy was supposed to be avoiding under pain of a beating. ”c'mon, keep it goin'. Why're you drinkin' without me anyway, huh?” he said, even though he really just wanted to know if there was an underlying reason to austin's drinking at all. ”coulda helped you avoid a beating dude. What's the guy look like? I wanna punch his face in,” troy growled, his internal hackles raising at the thought.

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AUSTIN HIAWATHA LATHAM
Posted: Jan 16 2014, 12:36 AM


WANDERER - PLAYED BY TORI
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in the dark you come to life
DON'T WAKE ME UP JUST LET ME DREAM

“Well curly fries are delicious.” Austin replied defiantly, running his tongue across his teeth to swipe the blood off. The human interaction brought him fully back to the present and out of the last vestiges of hound that clung to him, and his teeth receded back to normal. “Sorry I bit you.” He said guilty. “You just tasted good.” He added apologetically. Like blood and like fries, and truth be told Austin couldn’t say which of the two was the more enjoyable one – which brought him right back around to the reason he’d been at the bar that night to begin with.

“Inside is boring.” The hound protested, staring up at the stars. “The grass is soft here. Troooooy lay down on the grass. It’s soft.” He tipped his face towards Troy, eyes wide in a passing show of convincing persuasion. Austin’s smile was wide and bright, and at least this time devoid of wickedly sharp predator’s canines. He was unprepared when Troy reached down to grasp him by his good arm and hauled him to his feet, the world swirling around him. Obligingly he looped an arm across the other hound’s shoulders, letting Troy support some of his weight as he stealthily; or what passed for stealthy in a hundred and eighty pound drunk hellhound; nosed towards the curly fries in Troy’s other hand.

“No no, why are they going that way?” He complained, nose turning to follow the box and body attempting to follow suit. He stumbled over his feet and stayed upright thanks to Troy’s support. “C’mon, I know those were for me originally, give’em up!” Of course, he was easily coerced when there was this much alcohol sloshing about his system; and Troy had always been able to talk him into anything. It was how he’d ended up outside the principle’s office so often in school with the other boy. A fact both his parents and councilors chided him for since apparently valedictorians weren’t supposed to ever get detention. Apparently they’d never been friends with Troy Thomas.

He happily trudged along with his best friend. He had Troy back, and regardless of the guilt the other boy was shouldering that made everything in his world okay again. Austin didn’t really believe that Troy should be holding the guilt he did; because he understood from the moment he’d shared exactly why he’d been avoiding the halfbreed for the last year. He was thankful for not having been made into a hellhound’s snack; and in some ways he was almost thankful to Troy for biting him. Because it was something they shared now, and it would have killed him to watch them drift apart because he couldn’t remember a period in his life without the other brunette at his side. “You were busy.” Austin said hotly. “You’re always busy and I wanted to forget some stuff for a little while.”

He growled softly under his breath. “Didn’t count on some roidhead jerk getting all offended because he left his girl alone at the bar and I’m just a nice person.” That was probably an underrepresentation of the story, but entirely beside the point. They kept walking, though Austin wasn’t paying really enough attention to realize that their feet weren’t headed in the direction of their dorm room; focused more on putting one foot in front of the other. “Big stupid steroid hopped up jerk.” He answered Troy, stumbling over the juncture in the sidewalk. “Don’t beat him up.” The half Onondaga protested. “That’s not very nice!”

stupid idiots. GIVE HIM THE FRIES.
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TROY JOSEPH THOMAS
Posted: Jan 20 2014, 02:35 AM


HELLSPAWN - PLAYED BY ELLE
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there's a devil outside of your window
AND HE'S WAITIN' FOR A PIECE OF YOU

”yeah, well, my fingers aren't curly fries,” he replied, the sting starting to fade as his best friend apologized for biting him—an innocent, guilt-ridden apology that made troy's stomach twist to hear considering how sorry he still was for that very same reason. ”i knooow, but still. Hey, Dude, c'mon,” troy said, but the pleading edge to his voice gave way to amusement, his last word turned into a chuckle. He wanted to collapse on the grass beside austin as they'd done so many times before, pointing out crude shapes in the stars and talking about absolutely nothing of consequence, and damned if austin's expression wasn't stupid amounts of persuasive. But the blood and bruises were reminders of his quest—to get his friend help, even if it wasn't a priority of his at the moment.

Luckily austin was a cooperative drunk, and easily motivated by delicious curly fries. He supported his weight, letting out a little laugh as he watched his friend's attempt at being sneaky. ”god austin, so drunk,” he stated with a huge grin, making sure to keep the fries just out of reach. Troy really wasn't confident at all that if he handed them over, austin wouldn't plop down right there on the grass again and shove them all into his face at once. ”'cause, man, you're all beat up and, and I know a guy.” and his tummy-box gave an odd twist at that, one which was caused by a surprising bout of bitterness uncharacteristic from the hound—that guy's scent having been smeared all over someone who troy happened to loathe like he'd never loathed anyone ever before. It certainly didn't matter that the jealously was illogical; he didn't own the hulk in any way, and in fact the demon made him incredibly uneasy with his stern looks, but still. Goddamn still.

”hey—i'm not busy anymore dude, just like, send me a text next time you wanna forget stuff. Your wingman's back, your amigo—the michelangelo to your donatello,” troy said with a lopsided grin, patting austin's good shoulder with his free hand. ”ahahah—because you're a nice person huh? You didn't bat your eyes and do that face you do whenever a hot chick comes up?” there was amused skepticism in his face as he steered them towards the bar, no doubt looking like a pair of drunken idiot students making their way back to the bar for some reason. And while perhaps both idiots in their own special ways, only one was drunk—troy nearly cringed at the thought of booze, having had plenty jagermeister from sawyer during their last meeting. ”so! what he did to you wasn't very nice either. No promises. freakin' guy,” he grumbled sourly, nearly forgetting to keep the curly fries far enough that austin couldn't reach.

He guided his drunken friend into the lineup outside the bar, feeling anxious because he wasn't entirely sure sawyer would be willing to help the other hellhound. ”you still got your id on you bud? He's just inside—we're not drinking or anything, alright? Just getting' you fixed up. You feelin' okay? looks like you got hit by a bus, man, but like, it totally works - chicks dig a badass.” and maybe it was a dumb question considering, but he couldn't help the concern that bubbled up as he looked sideways at his friend. The bouncer cleared his throat, waiting expectantly for ID.

”oh—uhm, hold those.” he handed the bouncer the precious curly fries, oblivious of the look he was given as he clumsily flashed his id and snatched them back quickly, fearing for any innocent who might get in between austin and the box of fried food. Once austin did the same, he pulled him into the club, shouldering past people in a way he wouldn't have done solely for his own sake. ”almost there, almost there—okay, they're yours, don't eat me.” and finally he held the box by his best friend's chest where he could easily take them, the bar in sight behind a throng of dancing people. "hey! hey sawyer!" troy called out, moving closer and pulling out a stool for his bloodied friend.

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AUSTIN HIAWATHA LATHAM
Posted: Jan 20 2014, 10:48 PM


WANDERER - PLAYED BY TORI
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in the dark you come to life
DON'T WAKE ME UP JUST LET ME DREAM

“But they taste like curly fries.” Austin said with a whine as he latched onto Troy. He didn’t really want anything more than exactly what he had right now. It was enough to have his best friend at his side, the knowledge that everything was all right with them – all he needed was said fries that were still just out of his reach as he lunged for them again.

“I get why you were busy in the first place but.” Austin complained. “Why couldn’t you just tell me man?” His face slid into a grumpy scowl. “I failed biology because I was worrying about you.” He said accusingly, the words he’d never say when he was sober enough to censor his words. “Couldn’t have at least dropped a phone call or a note instead of sneaking around in and out at night so I never saw you? Fuck man.” His head flopped sideways to land on Troy’s shoulder and he stared dopily up at his friend. “Don’t leeeeave me again.” He whispered in an attempt at a secretive voice that fell flat as he failed to do so while covertly reaching for the box of fries that was snatched out of his reach once again.

He chuckled to himself. “Donatello is way better than Michelangelo.” Austin said, poking Troy in the chest with as much force as he could muster. “And I am such a nice person.” He protested. “What face? Troy what face?” He asked all of the sudden paranoid. “What face to I make?” His eyes got wide and scared as he suddenly flailed and almost fell from where he was using the other hound as support to keep him from doing exactly that.

They had gone a lot farther than Austin had realized, because he suddenly blinked at the bright lights of the bar exterior. It took him some fumbling to get out the ID, until he managed to victoriously grab it from his pocket only to find that it was a matchbook emblazoned with the bar’s name on it from earlier. Weird. He didn’t even smoke. Austin stared a little bit dumbly at it for a minute until he realized that the fries had moved and his attention shifted. No wait ID. He needed his ID. This time when he fished in his pocket he came up victoriously with the little laminated card. Then they were moving again into the lower lighting of the bar, and he went following both Troy and the little fried sticks of joy he wanted. “But I want booze.”

Austin greedily seized the fries from Troy’s and shoved a handful into his mouth. The other hellhound started calling out for someone named Sawyer and he tracked the direction that his gaze went. The fries in his mouth fell out as it dropped open. Standing talking to the man that his best friend was calling out to was the most beautiful woman the half-native American had ever seen. There was a cruel twist to her mouth but he couldn’t see it, or anything past the way the part of him that was a hellhound called out the side of her. “Who’s that?” He asked in a half awed voice. “The blonde bartender? She’s wonderous.” He had a sudden panic about the way he looked. The bruises and the marks on his face and the way he couldn’t see out of one eye due to swelling. He was hopeless with women at the best times, let alone drunk and half beaten. And when they looked like that and called to him on such a fundamental level.

FRIES YES BUT SUGAR MORE
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LAUREL ADELAIDE CHASTAIN
Posted: Jan 28 2014, 11:54 PM


WANDERER - PLAYED BY DORKI
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i'll chew you up and spit you out
THAT'S WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT

She had only been in the city for a short while, but she found Sephulchre to be a good place to stay. Laurel had already found a decent apartment to stay in, friends to be around whenever she was bored and a stable job that gave her enough bucks to fill her wallet. Honestly, she didn’t need much to be content -- a few drinks, some good entertainment and less irritating people. Just give her that and she would be happy woman.

But sometimes, even if she had all that, there were some days where she just wanted to smash people’s faces on the counter of the bar.

Being a bartender at the bar, Laurel had probably faced every situation imaginable. Drunk people who would lose their self-control under the influence of alcohol. Horny guys hitting on her with hopes to tap that ass. Stupid people starting fights for no apparent reasons. She had seen it all and she had learned to tune them out so she could focus more on doing her work and less on other things that could get her into a pair of handcuffs. It got to point where it was like the sound of a radio buzzing in the background that she could easily ignore. If you’d ask her, she would say that her temper wasn’t as bad as it once was, which was a win for everyone around her.

Since the crowd had died down, the blond made her way towards her co-worker, Sawyer, with hopes to strike up a conversation to keep her distracted from the group of men that kept hitting on her. And failing. Laurel was sure that the annoyance was written all over her face and the anger was radiating off her. She wasn’t the best at hiding her emotions, but it never bothered her. Her lips parted, almost as if she wanted to say a word, but something else had distracted her for a brief moment. Her attention for diverted to a male duo who had just stumbled into the bar.

The sight she saw was nothing new. Typical. Two guys. One was clearly drunk and the other was trying, with the best of his ability, to take care of him. She rolled her eyes before turning to Sawyer once more. Laurel was just about to brush them off to the side, deeming them nothing more than drunk nuisances, until one of them -- the sober one -- began to approach them as he called Sawyer's name. "Someone's callin you." She pointed out blatantly, gesturing behind Sawyer.

After Laurel said that, she stood a little taller, pushing on the tip of her toes and craning her neck so she could look over Sawyer’s shoulder at the stranger who had called her coworker’s name. What she saw was a cute looking pup who looked very lost. "Who's that?" She asked curiously, wondering how the two of them knew each other. Laurel couldn’t remember seeing him around the club nor had Sawyer ever mentioned him in their conversations. Honestly, she was curious and wanted to know their connection to each other.

However, her eyes soon wandered and fell upon his friend, who was drunk and battered, looked quite appealing to her. Finally, landing back on her feet, she added with a great smile plastered upon her face, "Oh. And he's cute." She commented as she flirtatiously twirled a strand of hair with her finger. Laurel couldn't help but to notice the slight stiffening in Sawyer's posture when he realized what she had said. He probably assumed she was talking about the sober one. Defensive, much? There was probably something going on between them and Sawyer was just being territorial like he usually did. "Relax babe. No need to puff up your chest." She said as she pat Sawyer lightly on the chest in reassurance. She knew better than to place a finger on Sawyer's belongings. Laurel might've been blond, but she wasn't stupid.

"I'm not talking about that one." She commented, rolling her eyes once again. He wasn't her type. The other one now? Beaten and bruised and just plain cute? She liked him. And whatever Laurel wanted, she got. With a sly grin on her face and a mischievous sparkle in her eye, Laurel said,

"I'm talking 'bout the one stuffed with curly fries."

DEMON SAMMICH TIMEZ <3
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SAWYER BENJAMIN CROSS
Posted: Feb 17 2014, 10:59 PM


HELLSPAWN - PLAYED BY BEAR
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take you deeper and strip you of salvation
It's a crusade to bring you to your knees

Busy nights at the club were what Sawyer had used to live for. He'd once longed for the long bears in his head that drowned out their customers - ones who were so drunk they didn't notice when you gave them tequila instead of vodka simply because that was what you currently had in hand - because as much as the company he kept might e inclined to believe otherwise, namely sugar and Troy, Sawyer didn't think of himself as all that violent. Certainly as far as demons went he was mild mannered, and perhaps this was because, as far as demons went of course, he was still fairly new to the whole idea of it. A few years where the only unjustified killing he'd done since his death had been well - it had been recently. With Troy.

And it wasn't that he minded this, of course, but what bothered him was the way that is what his body craved. That with each club beat and flirty smile shared between him and barely legal women it was still Troy - and the way he looked with blood and flesh in his fangs - that he couldn't stop thinking about. He found it made him distracted, and if even only by a fraction, enough that it was settling badly in his stomach, making him irritable. Or, rather, more irritable than usual, because there were some who - not unlike Sugar - thought he had an anger problem. Maybe it was simply something that ran in demons. After all, they weren't exactly known for being the type to spread sunshine and lollipops.

That damned hound of his, however, needed to get the hell out of his thoughts. His skin was practically itching to get off work, to find the mutt and with him kill... Fuck, somebody. Anybody. More and more the demon found himself longing for the way it felt when they destroyed life together. The push and pull of their somewhat automatic dynamic, of master and hound. He wouldn't have ever admitted it, of course, but on the nights when they didn't end up bloody and dirty and too tired to find their own beds he found himself dreaming of just that. Of what it was like to feel exhausted for once - something that, even in his human life hadn't happened often and was something of a drug to him. But those nights with Troy - who know what made it different - but they provided him the best rest he'd ever gotten. Enough to kill for, even if that part wasn't as gratifying as it was. Though, still, he found ways each and every time the sun woke him and his hellhound up to deny that there was anything more between them than the simple roles that had fallen into their laps.

Still, it ground into him like sandpaper, and it was wearing on his nerves in more ways than one. He kept a careful eye on the dance floor, still looking and waiting for someone to tiptoe out of line so he could at least release some of his goddamn, built up energy. So that he could pound fist into flesh and take control again of what it felt like to destroy something alone. To prove that he didn't need that stupid mutt by his side to enjoy the smell and taste and warmth of blood, his own or otherwise. Sugar was saying something though, and so much like he had been all night, he offered her a glance and a grunt of acknowledgement despite her words not really registering in his mind at first, and he kept on pouring a large order of beers, golden liquid sloshing out of the tall frosted glasses and onto the bar and his hands carelessly. The patrons didn't bother to say anything, not even when it was clear they were paying for less of the beverage then they should've been getting, and this was smart on their part. He did, however, hear one of them say something about going to the pretty blonde next, and that earned them anther grunt before he realized that Sugar really was trying to point out something. He followed her gaze.

And felt his heart stop for a moment before his eyes darkened - not pitch black and soulless like the hellhound should've been used to by now, but still considerably different - and growled.

The feeling that ripped through his chest was compatible to how the demon believed Troy's prey must've felt when he sunk his teeth into muscle and shook his powerful head back and forth. A great amount of him wanting to smile and allow the warmth that hit his heart to spread. Wanted, somehow, to pull the smaller man into a protective - no, possessive, even - embrace while somehow keeping it soft and, god, what was wrong with him? caring. The other part of him, however, was angry. Angry that the kid STILL didn't seem to understand that there were boundaries and work was one of them. That he still didn't seem to understand that their time together was on Sawyers schedule, not his, and god - what had he done now? Bring a friend? A drunk, stupid,

  • bloody friend? And worse than that - a hound too, it felt like - which a few months ago the demon wouldn't have recognized, but since spending such... Intimate time with Troy, he was beginning to become sensitive to.

    It only occurred to him long after the fact that the words that had truly snapped his attention to the hounds was that Sugar had, somehow, made him feel defensive about the taller of the two hounds. He narrowed his eyebrows, pulling them closer together, and shooting both the hounds and Sugar a look go warning that somehow was harsher when it reached the other bartender. “Don’t.” he warned – not because she was teasing him, it wasn’t anything to do with that, but simply because she’d asked about the hounds – and already he knew he didn’t appreciate the presence of the additional, and somehow younger hound. The last thing he needed was Troy feeling like it was okay to bring around his friends. Sugar’s encouragement was absolutely not welcome.

    Resisting the urge to jump the bar as he normally would’ve – which meant fighting the very same urge to drag Troy and his friend from the club by their necks – he turned his back to grab a dark bottle of something from their display, twisting open the bottle top and chugging back a fair amount of it, alcohol heavy on his breath when he tossed the bottle – still open – at Sugar. He knew she’d catch it, they did it far too often for her not to. Unless she really was as distracted by the hounds as Sawyer worried. With the pair of them closer, he turned to face them, eyes back to normal in terms of colour, but by no means soft in expression. Not bothering to look at Austin, his attention on his problem, Sawyer managed to keep his tone surprisingly even.

    “What do you want, no, and get out., Troy.”

  • This is such a problem.
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    TROY JOSEPH THOMAS
    Posted: Feb 20 2014, 06:06 PM


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    there's a devil outside of your window
    AND HE'S WAITIN' FOR A PIECE OF YOU

    because, man, I just..” troy floundered guiltily, looking physically pained to hear austin's drunken confession while he guided them towards the bar. He'd failed a class because of him? ”i didn't wanna friggin' eat you, dude, like..” his expression was open and raw, though austin couldn't see it anyway considering his head was lying on troy's shoulder. And he knew austin understood—he knew because the bookworm was dealing with those very same urges; that fact alone brought troy a comfort he never thought he'd know. Guilt festered, but he used as fuel for his determination to be a better friend to austin. ”i won't—promise, alright? Not going anywhere, not this guy. And hey, I mean.. biology sucks anyway. You can make it up—i'll help,” his mouth pulled into a half-smile, squeezing his arm around the other hound. It was the same offer that would've been made a year ago—the entire exchange so close to familiar and normal that troy could've imagined he'd only distracted austin from his studies with pizza and video games rather than the gruesome truth.

    the hound balked for a moment, and then he was launching into a billion detailed reasons why michelangelo was better than donatello. With effort, he managed to keep the curly fries from his intoxicated compadre until they entered the bar, troy too set in his task—and nervous about it—to let the barrage of bass music and crowd of people bother him this time.

    Troy followed his friend's gaze, answering almost hesitantly. ”that's him. The hu—“ but then austin cut short his reply, clarifying that he was referring the blonde, not sawyer. His eyes flicked to the demon's co-worker, narrowing just slightly because—was she looking right at them? Or, more accurately, at austin? The hound's guts churned slightly, finding himself unnerved by the sly expression on her face. one predator meets another. Subconsciously, troy shifted closer to his friend, who used the term wondrous to describe blondie when troy would've used about fifteen different ones; none of which were related to austin's. Did she have the potential to be his friend's second mistake that night, even while the bruises of the first still purpled his skin? God, he hoped not. Troy couldn't suppress a protective flare; austin was just as much wounded packmate as much as he was friend and brother.

    The blonde had alerted sawyer to their presence as they closed the distance, and he finally met his demon's gaze. The weight of sawyer's attention never failed to send a little jolt down his spine (of what, he didn't know; feelings were confusing and hard)—or was that just caused by his growl? Either way, troy swallowed hard after getting himself and his curly-fry eating accomplice settled on stools. his fingers automatically found an abandoned napkin to pick apart.

    He opened his mouth right when sawyer ground out a question that wasn't a question, an answer, and a demand all in one sentence—which was ridiculously unfair! Troy's face said as much but he chose, oh-so wisely, not to whine about it. For austin's sake he had to be smart here, even if sawyer's dark eyes were already spurning regret in his hound's stomach. ”oh—c'mon, i will, alright? And yeah—nice to see you too.” he'd meant it to be playful, to be sarcastically self-depreciating, but the bite in his words surprised even him. immediately troy knew it wasn't about sawyer not greeting him with open arms; that wasn't even an expectation. no, this was something different entirely.

    ”Just, look, sawyer, I figured maybe..” and words seemed to fail him like they usually did, because the demon's scent was right in his nostrils. And no, troy hadn't been waiting days to confirm that fauve's pungent stench wasn't anywhere near sawyer—he hadn't been stalking around in an irritable funk ever since he'd caught a whiff of his demon on that evil wench. Nope. Not him. Must've been some other troy-shaped creature, desperately trying to understand unfounded jealously.

    —and seriously, when did he become so.. weirdly attuned to the demon? as if sawyer's urge to maim could settle in the scent of his sweat, troy could smell the bloodlust on him. It was heavy, and beckoning most of all. It was in the set of his broad shoulders, too, the muscles there rigid like coiled traps. The simple knowledge put troy's teeth on edge, like they'd rather be tearing at the slippery, tough meat of those his demon wanted dead. Of fauve's unholy scent there was no trace, thank thor son of odin, but that didn't quell troy's urge to maybe set his itching teeth to sawyer, to leave marks on his skin that left no room for doubt that the demon belonged to someone; belonged to him.

    Nearly gaping at his own thoughts, because ohgoodgod he could not bite sawyer, what even? troy forced himself back to reality in an anxious fluster, his leg bouncing.

    ”i-i thought you could help with, y'know, this whole situation,” the hound forced out, gesturing towards austin's bloody, puffy face. The sight still made troy thrum angrily; he wanted to run into the jerk who'd messed with austin, hungered for it in a way he wouldn't have prior to being bitten. ”please? This is austin—he's my best friend, m'main man—“ troy moved to slap the other hound's back but realized just in time that his sore bones wouldn't appreciate it. ”some douche messed him up, some dead douche if I ever see him.” he cleared his throat, but it may have been a growl. At the subject, troy's attention not-so-subtly ran off to sawyer's blonde co-worker, his expression full of both guarded suspicion and curiosity. She felt like sawyer, felt like demon.

    ”Just.. can you do that touchy-thing you do and fix him super quick? and uh—and then we'll be gone, like, gone gone, for the night—never to bother you, ever, especially at work again—under pain of death. Heh.” it was meant to be a joke, but his smile was uneasy. Troy's tongue swept out to lick his lips nervously a moment later, lowering his voice despite the loud music and leaning forward, and hell he had a death wish. c'mon sawyer, i know you're not totally snarly inside, okay? You fixed me when i, y'know, ran into that guy's fist and.. remember?” he said earnestly, as if sawyer legitimately might not recall. He needed austin to be okay, he needed his dopey partner in crime to be pain-free. ”please?”

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    AUSTIN HIAWATHA LATHAM
    Posted: Feb 25 2014, 09:16 PM


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    in the dark you come to life
    DON'T WAKE ME UP JUST LET ME DREAM

    “I have more faith in you that.” Austin retorted, wrinkling his nose. But he understood what Troy meant. Those same urges now permeated him, still gnawed on his gut and urged him to hunt and kill and more or less bleed dry the innocence and life from so many around him. “Better not.” He muttered, waspishly. “And oh no you won’t. Your brand of help involves no help at all.” The brunette complained, lifting his head off of his friend’s shoulder and glaring at him even as he leaned into the half hug.

    The curly fries had his attention now as he greedily chowed down on them. They’d always been his favorite, though now he couldn’t help but think about how well they would go much better with blood. Pure, sweet blood that dripped and gushed and oozed from the corners of his muzzle and… With a vicious start, Austin shook his head to clear away the thoughts. No. He wasn’t going there. Not the time or place, or really. Ever. It wasn’t a place he ever wanted to delve into and let himself slide into that horror. He understood implicitly now where Troy had been coming from in avoiding him in the last year, why he had been so careful to keep them apart. That didn’t mean he didn’t resent it and wish that things could’ve been different.

    The bar was loud and noisy, but he paid it little mind other than making sure he was still near Troy and still had his hard won prize. Or other than seeing that there was suddenly a woman there who he wanted to give everything to. To lay at her feet and do anything she asked and give her everything. And really, that probably should have sent Austin skittering in the opposite direction.

    Her gaze had landed on them and Austin ducked his head, a blush climbing up the back of his neck. She had a coil of hair wrapped around one slim finger, and the hellhound felt his own gaze climb back up to look at her, his mouth going dry. She was looking at him and unless he was out his mind, she was flirting with him. Austin’s breath caught in his throat, and he was fairly certain his eyes were threatening to fall out of his face. Something in him called out to her, needed to be near her. It felt like the same look he saw reflected in his best friend’s eyes as he stared at the man standing beside her. She, they, weren’t human – that much he could tell himself, but what they actually were he had little idea.

    The dark haired man was determinedly making his way towards them, pushing through the crowd with a baleful air. Austin shrank back against Troy, fear bubbling up in his throat even though the demon’s gaze was firmly fastened on his best friend and seemingly ignoring him. The hellhound had little doubt that Sawyer was still probably intimately aware of what he was doing anyway. Still, against his better thoughts, he couldn’t help but wince mildly when the biting retort was fired at Troy. “Hey! Don’t talk to him that way!” The words escaped him before Austin could censor himself. Probably not the brightest move he’d ever made there. But he fell silent again and turned his gaze back towards the blonde who was now following the wake of the crowd Sawyer had pushed apart towards them; bottle tangled loosely in her fingers as she set in on the bar behind her.

    The words pouring from Troy in his typical waterfall fashion, but most of them washed over the other hellhound in a wave and didn’t permeate his consciousness. Or least until it was clear his best friend was referencing him. “Hey!” Austin protested. “I’m not broken. I don’t need to be fixed.” It was clearly obvious that something about the dark haired man made Troy nervous and that set Austin’s teeth on edge. Troy was usually so cocky and so on top and in charge of things and too see how he was more or less begging to this not-human. It was boggling his mind, not to mention that he didn’t know exactly what this ‘Sawyer’ was in the first place.

    Up until a few weeks ago, Austin hadn’t even known anything outside of his own species existed. That this world of hellhounds and other supernatural things lurked unknown in the night and in the dark. ”Troy why are we here. Austin complained, eyeing Sawyer warily and unsure about all of this.

    well that was dumb austin.
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    LAUREL ADELAIDE CHASTAIN
    Posted: Mar 6 2014, 10:11 PM


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    i'll chew you up and spit you out
    THAT'S WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT

    Her eyes darted back and forth between the two hounds, getting a good look at the both of them. She was like a child in a store, selecting a toy that tickled her fancy. And well, she chose Austin, the beat-up, cute one. She could say that it was completely her choice, but it really wasn’t. She felt this strong pull towards him, almost like a calling or something like that. She didn’t know. This whole demon thing was still fairly new her. All she knew was that she wanted that one. Laurel couldn’t help but to notice Troy move closer to Austin as in act of defense. From her. This notion caused her to glower and roll her eyes. What a cockblocker.

    When she pointed out the presence of the hounds to Sawyer, she would have expected to get more of a positive reaction. Not this. Growling with his muscles all tensed up. It was obvious that he was grumpy and disgruntled about the newcomers. Don’t, he told her in a firm, commanding voice. Well, that was not the reaction that she was expecting from Sawyer. But then again, what did she expect? This was the usual from him. Typical. In response, her eyebrows raised and so did her hands in defense as he walked away from her. Laurel concluded that he needed to take some happy pills. Or smoke some weed to ease up.

    Her gaze trailed back towards the two hellhounds, examining them closely but something, flying at her, caused her attention to divert. Instinctively, because they had done this so many times before, her hands shot forward to grasp onto the smooth surface of the bottle and when she did, some of its contents spilled onto her shirt. A sign that she had caught it a second too late. Placing the bottle back onto the counter, she groaned and cursed under her breath as she examined the damages that were done.

    Laurel should’ve gone on her merry way and continue working, ignoring the scene that was unfolding not too far away from her, but curiosity was prodding at her. She wondered what was going on. More importantly, she wondered who that hellhound was and why she was so drawn to him. She wouldn’t call it eavesdropping, but she was. While she wiped the bar of the alcohol that Sawyer had spilled earlier, Laurel tuned in closely to the words that were exchanged between the hellhound and the demon co-worker. When it seemed to be the perfect moment, her dared to glance upwards and found that Troy was staring at her not so subtly. The corner of her lips curled. And she even dared at wave at Troy, almost as if he was taunting him.

    The hellhound, the cute one, soon jumped to defend the other one -- from what she managed to pick up, his name was Troy -- from Sawyer‘s biting, bitter remark, causing Laurel to cringe ever so slightly at the thought of what may happen to him next. Not a good idea if he wanted to keep his nose straight or his black eye from getting even more black (if that was even possible). It made her worry for him, which was an unusual thing for her to do. He would’ve been smart to stop after the first word came spilling from his lips, but he just kept on going and going, which made Laurel want to face palm herself. Or even better, smack Austin upside in the head in hope that it may smack some sense into him.

    That was the moment she found it to be cue to interject into the conversation. Jump in before it was too late. Snatching up the bottle that Sawyer had drank from previously from the counter and bringing the bottle of alcohol to her lips, she took a big whiff of it. It burned her throat in an unpleasing manner, but she concluded that she wasn’t going to approach them completely sober. “Simmer down, boys.” She called out as she approached the group with the bottle still in her hand. “Take it outside if you guys really need to let out some steam, but there’s no need to get so worked up over nothing serious.” She said casually, but gearing her words mostly to Austin and Sawyer.

    There was this awful feeling that told her that her presence was unwanted, but it didn’t bother her. Not one bit. “…Rum?” Or that’s what she thought it was. But either way, she offered by it up, holding the bottle towards the trio, hoping to ease the tension or break the ice between all of them.

    YEESH. TOO MUCH TESTOSTERONE. TIME TO ADD SOME ESTROGEN.
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    SAWYER BENJAMIN CROSS
    Posted: May 15 2014, 07:36 AM


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    take you deeper and strip you of salvation
    It's a crusade to bring you to your knees

    “You figured what, Pup?” he snapped back, in a hiss like growl that built from his chest. His eyes were sharp on the hellhound that was, in someway, his, ignoring for the moment the one beside him. Despite this clear lack of contact with the new hellhound, however, it would have perhaps been surprising how little Sawyer had to look at someone before he knew how little he liked them. It was like he could smell it on him, or maybe it was just his normal level of irritation, but regardless of the cause it had only been a brief staredown before his attention was solely directed at Troy, and it didn’t appear to be going anywhere anytime soon. Like he was the only one capable of holding his attention, or, perhaps more accurately, the beacon for his rage that distracted him from the others nearby.

    He drew himself up just slightly, an eyebrow subtly moving with his body like he could sense the stupid thoughts that ran through Troy’s mind. This, too, could have been written off as smell or 6th sense or something, but the more Sawyer tried to ignore how seemingly connected he and the young hound were to one another the more these types of hints seemed to come up and smack him in the face. Fingers curled into fists and his eyes darkened, irritation taking over the curiosity that had previously planted itself on his face for a more Sawyer-general stare as his eyebrows evened, and even furrowed. Because regardless of if he’d voiced his ideas or not, and regardless that he’d managed to push them aside from himself before they became a real problem, he could not bite Sawyer.

    Something in the demons blood itched, and if he hadn’t known better he would say that part of this feeling was because of the hellhound. Not because of his presence or the way his voice grated against Sawyer like nails on a chalkboard, not because he was ignoring the rule of don’t come to my work and the fact that he’d been stupid enough to bring company - and god, like Sawyer needed more hellhounds in his life. He could barely handle Troy, let alone the fact that there was another one in his life that made his blood boil, although albeit in ways that he rather enjoyed, it was still becoming too much. But no, this was different, this was like he could feel the way the hellhound felt, like his anxiety was rubbing off on Sawyer, making him even more on edge.

    To the point where he didn’t even immediately react to the suggestion of help. He stiffened a bit, true, those fists of his clenching like maybe he really needed to punch something but didn’t want to make the situation worse than it already was – and that was something that perhaps Troy should’ve been thankful for, regardless if he knew it or not. While it wouldn’t have been the first time that Sawyer had damanged what, in some way, he regarded as his property (and to be clear, it did not work the other way around. Sawyer was most certainly his own man thankyouverymuch), the chances that Sawyer would’ve grabbed Troy and not his already bloody friend were slim.

    He pulled himself closer into the boys, trying to ignore the way a few patrons had stopped their drinking and dancing to watch the bartender and his… guests. “It isn’t some magic trick, kid.” he replied, that same growl in his tone that, in more ways than one, nullified his attempt to keep his tone hushed. Though he had to admit, Troy’s anger and apparent itching to kill - even if it was for some one else – left a feeling of something in the demon’s chest. Pride, maybe, though it was laced with anger in a way that he couldn’t explain. Like the hellhound should’ve only been killing for him, and not when other hellhounds were involved. Like immediately Sawyer felt this other hellhound – his main man - should’ve been able to fight those battles himself. And what was it with the hounds of hell being so… young and small and stupid? How had the Hellspawn ever managed to get anything done with these idiots running around?

    It was a question for another time, thankfully, and hopefully one that would be forgotten entirely. But Austin managed to pull the demons attention for a moment, and his lips curled at the boys question. “Why are you here? I can’t help.” he answered finally, pulling back to shrug his shoulders. Truth was, he wasn’t sure if he could or not – it was entirely possible that it would’ve worked, that he could’ve fixed the boy up with a touch and sent them on their merry, partners in crime-esque way. But he didn’t want too – something under his skin still itching and irritating him in a way that made him, well, him, certainly, but far less eager to simply become the boys savior. So he made no movement to solve anything, and instead found himself looking at Troy expectantly, like he was going to make the next move, and make it good.

    Sugar made it for him, and her offer of rum did well to soothe the harsh look she would’ve been shot if not for it. Simmer down, as if this wasn’t how he acted on a normal basis regardless of who was in his face – and while it was true that Troy, and now Austin, did seem to have a way to push all the buttons they shouldn’t have, and also true that Sawyer felt a certain special kind of irritation for the hellhound that he couldn’t seem to shake, he was very much the type of man who when told he wasn’t doing something felt as if he needed to do just that tenfold. The only thing stopping him, of course, being that this was his work and goddammit hadn’t he told Troy not to come here anymore?

    “You know it.” he replied gruffly to the blonde, pulling the bottle from her hands and taking a rather generous swig from it straight. It wasn’t rum, not even close, but he hadn’t expected it to be, either. He offered her a look, one that was almost apologetic. Almost.

    “Back to the bar, Sugar. These boys were just leaving.”

    Like pests you are. shoo. shoo.
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    TROY JOSEPH THOMAS
    Posted: Jul 13 2014, 05:05 PM


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    there's a devil outside of your window
    AND HE'S WAITIN' FOR A PIECE OF YOU

    The hound couldn't help but wince at austin's defense, knowing full well that sawyer's fuse was nearly non-existent and that he himself, maybe, wasn't helping douse the spark. In the corner of his eye he even thought he saw the blonde bartender cringe a little, and he suddenly wondered how many people she'd seen sawyer lose it on at work. while ignoring the fact that he and austin were potentially two more people to add to that list. He still had to suppress a smile, because his best friend would never stop looking out for him and vice versa, which was exactly why they were in this situation in the first place. Finally troy managed to sputter his request, waving away austin who protested his broken state, But the hound knew sawyer's answer the same way he knew that the demon was like a tightly loaded crossbow at the moment, brimming with tension and aiming straight at him. it was in the way his fingers curled and eyebrows leveled, like he was trying desperately not to paint troy purple and blue to match his idiotic friend.

    It put an awful squirming in the hound's stomach, one he tried to ignore along with the goosebumps that spread from sawyer's growl. Not some magic trick? c'mon, it sure seemed like—“ troy began to argue, but was luckily cut off by austin's question. He shot the other man a dirty look, only just stopping himself from smacking his friend's arm. because you look like ground up hamburger meat austin,” troy hissed at him in an attempt to shush austin's counterproductive mouth.

    The brunette demon was quick to reiterate the question, though, and the hound's jaw clenched, exhaling a light huff of frustration through his nostrils. Seriously, he knew for a fact that sawyer was just being stubborn—fixing austin could be as easy as bopping his adorable nose, then boom: on their way. If it didn't end up working, they'd be sent packing all the same, and quicker no doubt because now troy was forced to annoy sawyer and loiter in his workplace until he got results (yes, he did consider loitering a legitimate threat. No, he did not consider who said threat was directed at). won't help, you mean,” troy ventured accusingly while his plans continued to go up in flames around him.

    Then the blondie interjected with her peace-keeping ways, and troy was legitimately glad for it. ”no—no no, we men,” he cleared his throat, looking to the blond bartender, ”weren't leaving, 'cause sawyer here volunteered his services to uh, heal my buddy here. Great of 'em, right?” troy beamed, as much smiling as he was petitioning for her help—even though she was, by all rights, an.. unnerving individual.

    Alright! He was scared of the chick, and for good reason.

    But he was grateful that she'd been able to dissipate a layer of tension, and maybe, just maybe, she could help get sawyer on board. Or... Troy sought sugar's gaze, the rest of that train of thought tumbling out of his mouth. ”or hey, y'know, if you know anybody who could patch him up.. maybe, like.. you, if that's a.. a thing that could happen. Sawyer's a very busy individual.” troy cast a sidelong glance at austin, half expecting to see a giant dopey grin at the suggestion. he avoided said busy individual's eyes after that, fixing on this 'sugar' character because her eyebrows weren't angled like mount doom's would be if said mountain had facial hair. And a part of him could have just left, given up on the endeavor to let austin's healing abilities do the job with some time, but goddamn—sawyer's blunt refusal to be cooperative in something that actually meant something to troy was frustrating in a way that put a stubborn ire in the hound's blood.

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    AUSTIN HIAWATHA LATHAM
    Posted: Jul 23 2014, 05:46 PM


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    in the dark you come to life
    DON'T WAKE ME UP JUST LET ME DREAM

    The half-Onondaga lost interest in the conversation between the two men despite the way it technically involved him as the other bartender approached. His gaze brightened when she offered the bottle of alcohol towards the trio, making an abortive attempt to reach for it that ended when Sawyer snatched it and drank it himself and his face fell. Everyone was conspiring against him it seemed. He’d rather go back to sleep in the nice soft grass on the quad instead; it was nice there under the sky and cool against his face.

    Austin tore his gaze away from Sugar as Troy mentioned him again, scowling. “Troy stoppit.” He argued. “I don’t need healing or anything. M’fine that asshole was a pussy.” It still amazed him how easily the idea of being healed versus something like medicine rolled off his tongue and accepted in his brain. Just weeks ago he would have scoffed and called anyone who mentioned it utterly crazy and walked the other direction as fast as he could. He’d never accepted the idea of a supernatural world; not even with his mother’s heritage thrumming through his veins and the way the Onondaga; even the modern day tribe; accepted the idea as fact.

    He’d been brought up to know and worship the spirits of nature and ancestors; to appeal to them in times of need. It hadn’t meant that Austin accepted it necessarily – but he knew to be respectful of other’s beliefs even with out sharing them himself. And things like Heaven and Hell; hellhounds and demons – they’d been a part of the world he never accepted. At least, until confronted with such stalwart evidence as the day his best friend turned him into a hellhound himself.

    The biology student was a man of science. He believed in what he could see and hear and smell and taste and touch – and despite his incredulity this was one of those things and he had no choice by to believe it as truth.

    Troy’s shifted his gaze to the blonde and began addressing her – and Austin could already have told him that was a bad idea based solely on the predatory light gleaming in Sawyer’s eyes.

    Austin shrank back at the baleful nature of the stare the demon leveled at him and Troy with the question that escaped him. But the other hound pulled his attention back. “Do not!” The drunk hellhound yelped, shoving at his best friend’s shoulder. “Lerme goooo.” He whined, struggling to extradite himself from the iron grip that Troy had around his body to hold him up and close; flailing and nearly clipping Troy in the face. He did not want to be here between his best friend and this scary man; because there was obviously something going on that Austin was not privy to and he had a sneaking suspicion that it was going to somehow end in him getting hurt and really no one wanted that.

    Besides. The pretty blonde that he’d felt so instantly connected to had come over and even though she’d tossed the bottle at the brunette demon and he could nearly smell – jesus since when could he do that, that was gross he didn’t need to know that about people, fighting the urge to claw at his nose to get rid of it – things between them there was still that moment of instant connection between them. Austin didn’t even care that the likelihood was him getting slapped or something at this point. What was another bruise to add to the collection already gathering on his face?

    Another moment of flailing and an accidently well placed smack to Troy’s stomach and Austin was free; stumbling forward and catching himself in a fairly impressive display of balance considering the alcohol in his system. He chalked it up to whatever reflexes the newly discovered hellhound virus had gifted him with. Straightening, and ignoring the byplay going on between Sawyer and Troy, he grinned crookedly at Sugar. He knew better than to try and move closer to her – she gave off an air that she would likely cut him off at the knees (or something more important) if he tried and drunk or not Austin wasn’t stupid. Well. That stupid anyway; but stupid enough that he was planning on trying to flirt with her despite the way Troy had cringed slightly when he spotted her.

    Austin opened his mouth intending to say something, something witty definitely something smart and suave and classy, and nothing came out. His face fell.

    austin is the most suave, like, ever.
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