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would it be funny if i started talking about the werebuck!au verse i have for arthur ? great because i am .
any kind of shapeshifter can be born to any kind of shapeshifter . while arthur's father was a full-blooded werewolf , and his mother was human , arthur ended up being born a werebuck . since his birth , his father constantly ran with bad bunch of other shifters . you know , the type that commit crimes and other crimes against humanity , etc . when he was little , his father was often gone , and he would stay with his mother , who had to learn how to take care of her small , slightly feral , bitey little child with a very annoying oral fixation on her arms and hair . when she eventually passed away , his father , who had at that point not been very present or responsive in his life , swooped in and filled his mother's good influence with his own unstable teachings about thee place of shifters in the world . these teachings were basically : they are meant to operate outside the realm of human law , and they don't need to heed supernatural law either ; they do what is in their self-interest . so for the first ten years of his life , arthur grew up with a lot of corrupt notions about his place in society , which were not helped by the fact that his father and his accomplices would often make fun of and insult him for only being half-blooded , and for not being a predator-shifter on top of that . his father was eventually caught and hanged when arthur was eleven , after which arthur ran off on his own . he was eventually found in his early teens by dutch and hosea , where he would be educated in reading and writing and society , and they would come to grow and form the gang of outlaw , outcast supernaturals .
being that he's the son of a wolf shifter , he does carry a few genetic similarities to werewolves . namely , he tends to become more lethargic during the day time , and is prone to staying up into the early hours of morning . arthur thinks the moon is very pretty to look at , and sometimes he will sit out and sketch it , but it does nothing for him . he also possesses tapetum lucidum, and has the ability to elongate his teeth ( all , not just canines ) and grow his nails out sharper at will . these particular traits take hours to return to normal , as he is not as easily able to control these traits .
he is considered a half-buck . being only half-blooded , this means that he cannot fully transform into a solid bestial form , the way other shifters can . instead , he can partially take on the characteristics of a buck , such as growing out his antlers or growing out his human nails into claws . he prefers to stay in limbo in terms of his physical form , primarily human with longer and sharper teeth and antlers long enough for him to run through anyone who tries to fight against him . he's also fuzzier than other humans all year round . all of this is because he wants to be : he is entirely capable of returning to something resembling almost fully human , save for his reflective eyes and a small branch of velvety antlers that poke above his hair . because of this , he tends to stay away from people whenever he can . and he always wears his father's hat to hide them .
because he is the enforcer of the gang , arthur is generally inclined to feed in to the common stereotypes that regular people / other supernatural creatures hold . since many people are freaked out by the supernatural , he uses this to his advantage when he is trying to intimidate others who do not often deal with shifters . this includes growing out his antlers to unnatural and scary lengths , velvet included , and showing off his fangs when he is arguing with or threatening someone .
#( ;; do you see me flirting with low honour and high honour ? )#( ;; i want to evoke imagery of a buck with fangs. )#╰ ゜verse. * where he roams in the land of dust and bones.#╰ ゜headcanon. * i'll fight forgiveness ; so suffer for my shame.
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he doesn’t mind that the others are up and left . he’s used to being the one to have to deal with the aftermath of any mistakes they’ve made , considering he’s usually right along dutch’s side at the forefront of the mistake in question . hell , half his job hinges on cleaning up their traces not that he thinks himself very great at it . but expendability has never crossed his mind from it . if the gang thinks him capable enough to handle someone of this calibre , then it’s a compliment . nothing else .
❝ you ain’t my sign of luck , ❞ he warns , watching as the vampiress skulks her leasurely way toward her armchair . ❝ you ain’t no sign of luck tonight , lady or otherwise . ❞ she has quite the nerve , turning her back on a stranger like this , and his first thought is that she doesn’t see him a danger to herself or her home . he wouldn’t even be able to lunge at her or any of her valuables without being caught by her in the same instant . he may not have met any vampires in his life before this moment , but he’s well familiar with the rumors of what they’re capable of , and he’d rather not risk having his head cleaved clean off his neck and made into a meal tonight .
instinct has him wanting to charge her when she’s so vulnerable , if only to impale her on his antlers and tear with his nails and his teeth . he holds that back . he is accustomed , too , to ignoring every urge his shifting and his heritage affording him . they don’t particularly bode well in negotiation part of the reason why he’s not called on to negotiate in the first place . only intimidate and kill if he has to .
❝ if you think i’m gonna just tell you what we need money for and why we come all the way over here to rob you , then you’re sorely mistaken . ❞ he takes a step forward . seems he can’t ignore instinct completely . the agitation is clear in the way he shifts his weight from one leg to the other , he way he circles his wrists to expend that pent energy . ❝ we research what we need to . ain’t none of us real interested in the lives of the folk we rob . we get in and we get out . simple as that . ❞
he pauses . throws a hand up in the air and lets it fall to his thigh again . ❝ and don’t be callin’ my friends fairweather . they’re good folk . ❞
Most that faced her would be classified as prey, even if they were not the traditional sort she would hunt. Shifters, she usually left alone and respected their spaces, and the scent of shifters she did not know hung heavy in the twilight air. She was pretending she couldn't hear the heartbeats let alone the bootsteps of his companions trying to flee her home to safety. She didn't need to see their faces to know they were terrified, she could hear it in their heartbeat's rhythm.
She's still, her gaze locked onto the cowboy's. The low light was enough to make her eyes gleam, that was usually enough to unsettle someone long before she flashed her sharp teeth at them. She could have struck before any of them could have become privy to her presence, but she had announced herself instead. The man seemed to her like a tightly strung chord, due to snap at any moment. Part of her wondered, who would be faster? Him or herself?
She does not retreat or create more space between them, lifting her chin instead and curling her lip to show one of her canines again; a silent warning to not press his luck on her stayed hand. Any violence she'd return, if provoked. He's defensive, and she wasn't of the mind to circle like a hungry wolf and feint a lunge at him.
"Well met, Arthur." She replies, studying his new grown antlers protruding through his hat. The vampiress clicked her tongue, giving a brief shake of her head. The scent of fresh blood was taunting to her, but she was no greenhorn welp--she had over six centuries of life she had endured, and held control over her thirst. The shed velvet on the floor was a minor annoyance, she'd have to clean that up later.
"It's been some time since I've encountered a buck. A handful of decades perhaps....lucky that I never had much of a taste for venison." If he's going to make vague threats, she'll return the favour. Amusement glittered in her gaze, and she moved to a more relaxed position. She could move faster than a striking viper, visually letting her guard down was more to coax him into not trying to charge at her. "I would advise against charging in here another night. I am not known for being a welcoming hostess to unexpected guests, it interferes with my meals."
The vampiress cocks her head, hearing a door close on her porch--so the last of the posse had made a run for the hills then. Leaving Arthur alone to handle her. Either they had a generous amount of faith in him....or a lack thereof and deemed the werebuck expendable.
"Get your gaiters out of a twist, cowboy. I could have killed you, and most of your little friends when I awoke. I'm curious, which means Lady Luck has decided to smile on you." She drawled, moving towards a armchair. Her pace was slow and graceful, testing just how wound up he was. "What do your and your.....fairweather friends need additional funds for so badly that you would attempt to rob a house without any attempt at researching it's owner?"
A glance back towards him, then a deliberate turning of her back on Arthur. A silent challenge, to see just what he was plucky enough to do.
#wcrstarter#( ;; he should meet more friends this way ! )#( ;; breaking and entering into their homes ! )#╰ ゜verse. * where he roams in the land of dust and bones.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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there is no sun today . the clouds linger across the vast expanse of the sky , leaving little room for any light to peek through . by all means , there is no reason for arthur to be walking about outdoors with a hat on , as little as he needs to . but he's worn his hat for every day and almost every minute since he was a child . but he does regardless , picking up the pail of water from the small river and making the minutes-long trek back toward camp . he arrives with little fanfare and a tip of his hat toward the vampire that stands off guard near the butcher's table . arthur's gaze flickers to the carcasses hanging a few feet away . they haven't been sliced into just yet .
@coyotlindo . " you can take it off in camp , you know . " vampire!javi gesturing to arthur's hat with an encouraging toothy smile (he probably has no other option for it but to be toothy lmao)
he hauls the bucket the last few steps before setting it down where pearson wanted it . his hat doesn't move a centimeter from its comfortable place atop his head , settled just perfectly around his small antlers so as to be perfectly held in place by their tips . ❝ i take it off all the time , ❞ he drawls right back toward the vampire , his gaze meeting javier's only for a moment before sliding down to his display of fangs . at least , he thinks , he's smilin' about it . ❝ ain't my problem you ain't around to see when i do . ❞
he's lying through his teeth , of course . he rarely ever takes off his hat , except to sleep and even then , he usually has the thing propped over his ear , that he might cover his hair and the antlers while he's unconscious . it's obvious he likes to keep his hat on . arthur is also fully aware that he's being obvious about it , no two ways about it . so his lip twitches ❝ maybe i'm just wearin' it so you don't practice sharpenin' your teeth on 'em . ❞ and he reaches up , resting his fingers on the brim of leather . ❝ why you askin' ? you wanna see ? ❞
╰ ゜UNPROMPTED . / 𝚊��𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .
#coyotlindo#( ;; werebuck and vampire besties. 🥺 )#╰ ゜in character. * answered.#╰ ゜verse. * where he roams in the land of dust and bones.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ah , hell .
he certainly never expected to meet a vampire tonight , that’s for damn certain , yet here he is , staring into what feels like the line of fire : a creature who he knows by wind alone to carry many decades , if not centuries , of experience under her belt . what she knows is little business of his , and something he doesn’t want to make any of his business , but it’s not as if he has anywhere else to turn now that he ( and the rest of them ) has broken his way into her home with plenty of incorrect preparation . get in , stuff their pockets with whatever valuables and billfolds of cash they can find , and get out . that was the plan . that was an executable plan turned upside down too quickly for arthur’s liking .
this whole situation frustrates him . she is a predator . now , he wouldn’t call himself damn near enough to prey to be considered as such - he can use his antlers to his defense just fine , and his sharp teeth and nails have gotten him out of many sticky situations but neither would he call himself the type of shifter who is very well equipped to deal with a vampire’s abilities . some others in the gang would be far better suited , or maybe even qualified , to deal with sonja’s intimidating , sharp-tooth grin and eerie tranquility . she feels like the calm before the storm , like the smell of rain amidst darkening clouds .
but because he’s so defensive , he doesn’t back down , but takes a step forward , foot in front of him as if an anchor . the itch in his scalp grows as his antlers do , bone and bloody velvet dipping beneath the brim of his hat and hooking double-branched over the worn leather . ❝ arthur , ❞ he says , rather abruptly . his gaze stays trained on sonja‘s face , but his ears are focused on the tiptoed , rushed taps of boots across the home as the others take the opportunity to make their escape . ❝ i’m a shifter , since you asked . i’ll let you guess what it is i am . ❞ he casts his gaze away in a roll of his eyes . ❝ and i ain’t in the mood to cause no trouble with a vampire tonight . might be i will some other night , but tonight … well , tonight , guess i’d rather deal with whoever gave us that bad medicine . ❞
His reaction had told her a bit of what she'd wanted to know. He'd startled, but not lashed out at her. His mask made it hard to determine if he'd bared teeth at her, but she gives a flash of a grin that shows off sharp eyeteeth.
A silent promise that should she be tested, she could move quick and have at his throat before he could blink. No human would be so calm as he was, she can hear his heartbeat, too slow for any human that had just been scared. And the stillness, it brought to mind that of a stag freezing in the sights of a predator.
The vampiress takes a step back, allowing the man his space once again. It also allowed her to get a good look at him, noting his choice of weapons and the satchel at his side. An outlaw, and a horseman. Such an occupation was of little consequence to her, she'd seen many similar professions throughout the centuries.
"Oh, I could have plucked it right from your head without you ever knowing just how I knew, had I wished to. I mean you no harm, provided you act civil in my home." She added the last part as more of an afterthought. She had no intentions of biting him, even if that would have been the easiest way to get answers. Sonja refused to stoop to the same levels as most of her kin would. "The list of unfortunate souls that dislike me on a personal level is quite short, but I am not above adding another name to the list."
She knows he's provoking her in part. Perhaps because his friends had scattered with the four winds, leaving him to handle her. That alone implied that he must be a good shot, and a good fighter, with something up his sleeve they could count on when caught by surprise.
"You and your boys should take one little piece of advice, if nothing else from me tonight. Research your target thoroughly first. Never blindly assume someone's given you all the information, it leads to unpleasant circumstances. I can be a philanthropist, when so inclined to share to those in need whom I am acquainted with. Some have no need to try to rob me at night, quite the foolish decision, that."
Sonja tilts her head, assessing him for a moment. She doubted her name would mean much of anything outside of vampire 'society'. Not many of her kind had settled in America, even fewer came this far south.
"My name is Sonja, I belong to the Corvinus Clan line. As to what I am, many people have different names for it......Upir, nosferatu, Ördög, Izcacus, daughter of Dracul. I believe you americans took a similar name of one and made it one of your own, Vampire." She waits a moment, smiling again in a way that is hardly friendly and more a show of sharp teeth. "Now, I believe it is your turn to introduce yourself and say what you are. Given that your friends decided to leave you here alone at night in the heart of a vampire's den, you are damned lucky I am neither hungry nor offended."
In truth, she found the situation rather amusing.
"Answer truthfully please, there's no need for violence so early in the night."
#wcrstarter#( ;; breaking and entering between friends. )#( ;; ENEMIES. STRANGERS. to a.rthur yet. )#╰ ゜verse. * where he roams in the land of dust and bones.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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he's handled plenty of ordeals alone in his life . having to handle something without the rest of the gang with him is something that happens more often than not . there is a trust they all feels towards him that makes his chest swell with a pride he cannot ignore easily . as much as he appreciates the trust his gang puts into him after all these years , he sure can't help but feel an irritation that this , in particular , is the next bit of trouble he's been ordered to deal with . especially if someone set them up . if this woman is to be trusted .
she moves fast , even faster than he can blink , even faster than anything in his body can react . he flinches in the same second , practically leaping back just to put an inch of space between them and baring his sharpened teeth beneath his mask on instinct . there's a tendency in him to lash out for getting so close to him , but it's quietened a moment later , as though a blanket has been draped over it and replaced with something less lethal . and then , as he always does and in spite of the way his heartbeat spurs so suddenly in his chest that it hurts , he falls silent and still , eyeing her closely in some measly attempt to figure out just what she is . not human at all , that much is certain now . there are shifters that can move quickly , but not as quickly as she just did , and he's never known anyone whose mist couldn't still be detected .
❝ wouldn't'chu like to know ? ❞ now , sure , it might be dangerous for him to say a thing like that . but he's no one not to provoke when he feels threatened . he doesn't know who she is . no way in hell he's telling her a thing . he only hopes he can buy enough time for the others to get out . ❝ i'm sure it ain't no one who likes you . ❞ defuse or provoke : those are his only two options . he sure as shit isn't doing well at the former . but he's still talking through his teeth . ❝ now , i'm real sorry you had the misfortune'a catchin' us in the middle'a our heist here . i'm sure the rest of us would give you their apologies too . but it ain't important no more who told us to come here . i think it's more important i know who you is . ❞ ( he's going to kill micah ) a pause . ❝ or what you is . ❞
She had expected for them to startle, but she hadn't anticipated for most of her unexpected guests to run off and leave a man behind. No man left behind, usually a concept Americans kept to. Interesting, but perhaps the one left behind was the leader? He hadn't been the one to sound the retreat, he'd been told to deal with her. She could detect the few others, in separate rooms. She could hear how rapid their heartbeats had become, indicating some form of either panic or anxiety.
Briefly the vampiress considered specifically going after the ones whom had fled, and opted to leave their brethren behind. Sonja decided instead that if this ended relatively peacefully, she'd instead tear a strip off of whomever the leader was for leaving men behind in addition to not properly looking into whom they were trying to rob. This little group reminded her of the story that had been blowing about of some gang that had robbed a train belonging to the distateful oil man Cornwall, and had caused quite the shootout recently. Some claimed they'd simply robbed the train without any knowledge of the tycoon. Plucky, but stupid. Much like trying to rob a vampire in the middle of the night.
"Well, I had gathered that, but I do appreciate the honesty. Apology accepted, I suppose. Someone tried to set you up....or didn't think it through." Sonja's tone made it clear she was amused, taking a few steps towards him. Slow and measured, with a predators grace. Polite as he was, his group has still invaded her home and she was yet to decide what to do about it. "I have a question, and it will determine what I do next about your attempted robbery."
In the blink of an eye, she moves. Candles sputter out, snuffed by the sudden wind of her swift movement. When she halts in front of the man, her eyes shine in the dark. She's unarmed, but still had crossed a large distance in the blink of an eye. Sonja had done it to rattle and unnerve, see if he was human or not.
"Who told you to come here?"
#wcrstarter#( ;; she's so dramatic and that's hilarious. )#( ;; he's trying SO hard not to fight. )#╰ ゜verse. * where he roams in the land of dust and bones.#╰ ゜in character. * thread.
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they had been told that this would be the best chance to rob this estate . it’s not the most grand home he’s ever stepped foot in , but the fact that there are two floors means there’s more opportunity to find valuable goods worthy of a good fencing or , in some cases , keeping . it’s been dark for over an hour when they arrive , and they’re quick to break in and spread through the rooms . it may be night , but the quicker they’re in and out , the less of a chance they have of getting caught by the residence or some outside prying eye .
not often does arthur startle to the sound of any voice around him , if only because he is always alert and actively seeking any unknown creatures who might think to sneak up around him , but the bustle of their search is , although as quiet as they can make it , a prime opportunity to mask any other approaching footsteps . whoever was meant to keep guard over the doorways obviously took a break , and arthur , like the rest of the group , is quick to lift his head , shifting his attention from the drawer of the small stand he’s been rooting through to the woman who stands in the doorway now . his hand has made its quick way to his side , where his revolver sits comfortably in its holster , but he’s unmoving otherwise , gaze unfocused to watch for all other movement .
at least , until dutch calls for those who can to fall back . a good many of them can scramble , and vanish from arthur’s peripheries before he can a chance to open his mouth to warn them of what a stupid idea it is , leaving the rest of them who can’t change into god damned mist to fend for themselves . that leaves himself ( with a small but insistent order to deal with the situation ) and a few others to deal with the situation . those others , as it turns out , happen to be in the other rooms .
taking a breath , arthur straightens himself up again . aside from when she’s speaking , he can’t detect any signs of life within her . not human , anyway . ❝ jesus , ❞ he murmurs . then , louder : ❝ we … don’t mean you no harm , miss . we was , uh … ❞ well , there’s really no use lying to her when it’s pretty obvious what they’re doing here , is there ? ❝ we was robbin’ you . sorry . ❞
@redemn
The twilight hour had finally arrived, causing the vampiress to stir and awaken. She moved about the top floor of her home languidly, she had no pressing affairs to attend to, no expected appointments or guests. Sonja had only just pulled on her housecoat over her shift when she heard floorboards creak downstairs, along with the thrumming heartbeat of several beings.
A glance to the clock on the mantel told her it was almost midnight, far too late for most mortals to be wandering about. And from how they crept about, it seemed that someone was foolish enough to break into a vampire's residence at night to rob them.
She'd didn't recognize the voices she could hear faintly, so she proceeded downstairs. She kept herself cloaked in the shadows, only a few oil lamps were lit by her surprise guests. Sonja didn't require them to see her way through the house, and it gave quite the breadcrumb trail to lead her right to them, even if their scent alone would have allowed her to track them.
The vampiress moved from the shadows to stand in the centre of a doorway, watching with bemusement as the group of men rifled through her cupboards. It seemed they were trying to loot her home, but were frustrated by her lack of valuables. She didn't keep much in out in the open or displayed in cupboards. Truly, she couldn't believe the sight before her and she began to laugh.
"Gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to simply take a seat and explain your visit, it would be appreciated. You entered freely and of your own will, no?" She called out, hardly concerned. From what she could tell, they appeared to be mortals. Cowboys, possibly outlaws by the look of their weaponry. "
Whomever was brazen enough to tell you to come here, I would be most interested in learning their name. Please, sit, be civilized. I don't particularly want to stain the carpet."
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