#Yes I called a wildlife rehabilitation clinic

[toastytoaster22]

Everyone say goodnight to the three ding dong meese babies I found tottering around the driveway. They somehow made it through the day so we're hoping Mom and Dad come pick them up before it starts raining tonight. Their box is under cover with a ramp for parents to get in and out.

[avieelliot]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: aveline rosemary fox-harker (changed her surname to elliot once she got to america)

Nickname: avie

Race: white

Ethnicity: french, german

Nationality: english (UK)

Age: 34

APPEARANCE & MANNERISMS

Hair: straight, chestnut brown, reaches her shoulders

Eyes: blue-grey on the outside, hazel around the irises (central heterochromia)

Skin: fair and smooth

Height: 5'2" (157cm)

Build: slender, soft

Scent: jasmine

Gait: leisurely pace, often stops to literally smell roses, or just stare at a pretty view

Clothing/Style: flowy lines, muted colours, soft fabrics (silk, cashmere)

Style of Speech: soft, light voice, but commanding. like you know you’re supposed to stop and listen.

Key Possessions: she has very little attachment to material things. her dogs are her life.

CITIZENSHIP

Social Status: well liked, but little known

Occupation: veterinarian / sanctuary owner

Education: Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree

Residence: a quaint little apartment in a century home

PERSONALITY

Likes: animals, nature, good food, good wine, good conversation, walks in the woods, quiet meditation, stargazing

Dislikes: instability, dishonesty, greed, money, power, being told what to do

Hobbies: working at the animal sanctuary, volunteering at shelters, reading

Personality Summary: kind, altruistic, nurturing, guarded, stubborn, afraid

RELATIONSHIPS

Friends/Allies: TBD

Enemies/Rivals: Alessandro Di Natale, her ex-husband, most men.

Family: estranged from her disinterested parents and her long-lost brother

Romantic Interest: TBD

Pets: three rescue dogs, named Flora (a golden), Fauna (a husky mix), and Merryweather (english bulldog)

BIOGRAPHY

tw: child neglect

Nothing in Aveline’s life has ever been particularly stable, but the one comforting constant in her childhood was everyone always insisting that everything was completely fine. Her parents, devastated to be born a decade or two late to the hippie movement, dove headfirst into 80’s political activism - violence in the name of peace, or something along those lines. He went by Barkley Fox, she went by Buttercup Harker. They met during a riot, and they never slowed down.

Aveline herself was… a surprise, to say the least. Her parents were young and wild and free, but not quite smart enough to realize a child would change that. Or rather, that a child should change that. It didn’t change much for Buttercup and Barkley, who brought tiny Aveline to riots with them, smiling for the photojournalists, and reassuring nosy child welfare workers that everything was, as always, completely fine.

Sure, sometimes they forgot to pick her up from school until the sun had set, and they went on “vacations” to war zones, and she saw much more than any ten year old child should see the time they couldn’t find a babysitter and brought her to the Filthy Lucre tour. And yeah, maybe sometimes they went out and didn’t feed her, or they tried to cure infections with leaves and tree bark, or she missed a couple months of school here and there… but everything was fine, they had it all under control. She was a free spirited child, like them.

Needless to say, everything was not completely fine. Aveline wasn’t fine. She was lonely, and scared, and small. She was forgotten about by the people who were supposed to love her most. The only reason she ever learned what real love was, is because her grandmother (with whom her parents would often drop her for undisclosed amounts of time) had an animal sanctuary.

The animals were hurt. Wounded birds, orphaned squirrels, that kind of thing. They were small, and scared, and lonely. Forgotten about by most of the world. Aveline’s previously unused heart filled up with the love of these tiny helpless creatures, and she found her calling.

When she was eleven, another tiny helpless creature was dropped in Aveline’s lap. His name was Elliot Fox-Harker - her new baby brother. Their parents didn’t know what to do with him any more than they’d known what to do with her. But she was old enough to babysit now, they decided. So they left their oldest child alone to parent their infant. Avie was overwhelmed, and even more scared than before. Somehow, she kept Elliot alive - with the help of their brilliant grandmother. But she was a baby herself, and their grandmother was blind, and it took three years before anyone noticed that Elliot couldn’t hear them. He was deaf.

Aveline was fifteen then. She knew what she had to do. She called the NSPCC Helpline and reported her own parents for child endangerment. The people who came to rescue her brother ripped him, screaming, from her arms, and though she knew she’d done the right thing, to this day, she can’t escape the guilt of that. Elliot was the only person in the world who loved her and needed her, and she let him down. She loved him as much as she resented their parents, so when she moved to America, she changed her last name for him.

She was sent to live with family in Brooklyn, and really struggled to finish high school there. The distraction of her guilt and sadness mixed with the combined years of school she’d missed in her tumultuous childhood meant she was constantly behind... but she put all of her time and energy into studying. The other students in New York were interested in her - they saw her as a mystery of a person with a pretty face and a cute accent, and were fascinated - but she couldn’t relate to any of them. They wanted her to go to parties and pep rallies, but the only person she found herself relating to at all was the weird quiet kid with his walkman on.

After graduation, she went back to England and studied veterinary medicine in London, almost reaching the top of her class. Almost. Top 5%, anyway. But it was an incredible achievement for someone who statistically shouldn’t have survived childhood. She was on top of the world when she graduated... until she realized that she had no idea where to go from there. She was entirely alone in, and besides wanting to be a vet and not wanting to think about her family, she’d never had any real plans. Her mind reeled with images of herself turning into her parents - lost and forever wandering - and she panicked… until she met The One.

He was American - the CEO of his own company, a self-made man. He was gorgeous and charming and driven and best of all: he was stable. She figured the best decision she could make in her life would be to find someone who craved the same stability and authenticity she needed, and to be a team. The exact opposite of her parents. So when he proposed, she said yes.

And when every red flag in the world popped up and waved itself in her face, she smiled, went to work, and constantly insisted that everything was… completely fine.

She had a job she loved, her own veterinary practice in Portland, Maine, a big goofy dog named Flora, and what she thought was real love. She was happy. All the warning signs and nagging thoughts were just echoes of her parents’ voices telling her she needed to be free, and she shouldn’t tie herself down. She wouldn’t listen. She didn’t listen. For seven years, she went through the motions, comatose, hibernating, putting up with more bullshit from him than even her parents could carry. Then one day he came home from a business trip. He’d barely set his bags down when she said it.

“I know you don’t love me. And I know you never really did.”

She was talking to him, but she also saw her parents as she said it.

Everything broke, then. He broke, she broke, the walls that they’d both been carefully building, the personas they’d been curating, all of it, just crashed to the ground with a violent, angry, thunderous bang.

She tried to move on. After the divorce finalized, she tried to have hope, and to try again to find the stable, true, safe Forever Love she still believed was out there. She met a beautiful boy named Alessandro, reeling from heartbreak himself, and thought that maybe this time it could last. He made her feel beautiful, and wanted, for the first time, really, ever... and then he broke her heart.

She gave up entirely after that. She moved to Boston with Flora, adopted two more dogs (Fauna and Merryweather) and poured herself once again into work and nothing else. The animals were the only important thing - they could bite her, but they couldn’t break her heart. She was kind to people, but kept them at a distance, not willing to risk falling into the trap of love again.

Earlier this year, she was offered a job at Familiar Friend Veterinary Clinic, and moved to Salem. She’s has opened her own animal sanctuary for hurt/abandoned pets and wildlife in the area, and has even ventured to make a friend or two. She’s wounded, but in rehabilitation, and she’s sure she’ll fly again soon.

[robotslenderman]

Elisa’s Embrace: Part 1

You guys can blame @missn11 for being a HORRIBLE ENABLER

So, headcanon as to how Elisa’s Embrace went if Lettow was the Gangrel sire:

In AUs where Elisa never became Kindred, she was a wildlife rehabilitator instead, so I’ll use that -- she’s a wildlife vet nurse in Tucson, and caught Lettow’s attention through Riga.

At the time Lettow is having problems with another Kindred, though this is before the then-Prince went a little nuts. Lettow had sired a couple of other childer by then, waited to see if they would survive. One didn’t survive sunrise, the other became a wight so he had to put it down. While having the spat with the other vampire (not his childe, just usual inter-vampire bickering), the Kindred attacked Riga, who barely got away.

So Elisa’s driving home one night when she thinks she sees a wounded owl in the road. She’s used to picking up and transferring wildlife so she already has equipment in her car. Imagine her surprise when the “owl” turns out to be a hugeass eagle!

Riga is really pissed off about this. Unfortunately, Riga’s wing is broken and Lettow isn’t close enough to intervene, and Elisa knows what she’s doing, so she doesn’t have any problem capturing Riga and avoiding her bites.

Riga is Not Happy but Lettow tells her to stay put, so she calms down in the car.

Usually she’d drop the bird off and go straight back home because she’s already had a long day, but when she sees the bird in the light at the clinic she’s like... this is not a native bird, and it’s also really alert for an animal that should be dead, because yikes, those wounds are nasty.

So she helps one of her coworkers look over this bird, that’s actually really chilled out now (Lettow’s keeping her calm). Both wings are badly broken, bird is going to need surgery, but like Elisa, vet suspects this is actually somebody’s pet so they’ll need permission for treatment beyond closing the bird’s wounds on her chest -- looks like she got clawed by a mountain lion or something, this wasn’t a dog attack.

Elisa, who hasn’t been in the city for that long, says, “Does Tucson have mountain lions???”

“It’s not unheard of. What’s weird though is that it didn’t bite it, it just clawed it. It wasn’t hungry. If it was, it would’ve eaten the eagle before you could find it.”

But yeah the vet is talking about doing first aid and, if the bird survives the night, calling around the other vets in the morning to see if this is one of their clients because there’s no way this is a native animal, it’s definitely somebody’s pet. And then one of the other coworkers comes in and is like “hey, there’s a new nightclub that opened a few months ago, doesn’t the owner have an eagle???”

and the vet is like “IDK, do they?”

“It’s just a rumour I heard.”

So Elisa is like, where is it? Who owns it?

The coworker’s able to tell her where it is but doesn’t know the owner’s name, just that he owns a cool bird of prey and is unfazed at taking it outdoors, which is probably when it spooked and fucked off and got itself hurt.

So Elisa shrugs and says, “It’s on my way home, I’ll drop by and ask him if it’s his.”

Lettow isn’t Prince at this stage, though he has the Prince’s permission to open his own business and has done so. So the Viper isn’t an Elysium yet. He usually prefers to travel, but by now he’s watching over Aila, so he’s set down roots. And Elisa drops by. It’s a weeknight, so she can actually hear herself talk with the weird dude at the bar, and she asks him if the owner’s in and if he’s missing an eagle.

Alexander is like hey what a coincidence, he’s actually in tonight, up at the roof, and he IS missing an eagle~!

The roof is just a plain roof at this stage, and obviously Lettow spends a lot of time up there because BIRD THEME. Lettow’s already expecting Elisa, having overheard her conversation through Riga, and has told Alexander to look out for her. The rooftop isn’t magical at this stage, Lettow just has a little sitting area up there and his cactus garden. Any Masquerade violations were already put away -- Elisa isn’t meeting him in his office because, you know, Masquerade violations abounds. 

Alexander takes Elisa up to the rooftop, as Lettow had already asked him to, and Lettow’s up there pretending to do paperwork. Alexander introduces Lettow, and Elisa introduces herself as Elisa Mulgrew from X wildlife veterinary clinic. We found an injured eagle tonight and a coworker suspects it might be yours?

Lettow mentions that yes, he was out during the day looking for his eagle, but stopped when it got dark. He actually has a photo on hand from his search -- he gives it to Elisa and yup, that’s the eagle alright.

Elisa really did want to go home, but he has a cool accent, a cool bird, and seems interesting, so she ends up giving him a lift to the clinic instead. He doesn’t answer many questions about himself except that he came to the US with his parents when he was a child and is originally from Poland. Elisa politely probes to see if he’s willing to talk about the Iron Curtain, since obviously he’d have been on the wrong side of that, but he deflects to ask about her instead. She gets the hint and humours his questions -- yes, she loves animals, she’s gone camping in the desert and knows some survival tricks, she was the one who found Riga, etc etc. She gives him a rundown on what her condition is like but Lettow seems pretty convinced the vet is overreacting and that Riga’s just fine. She’s a very tough bird and she’s been hurt before, and it looked worse than it turned out to be and she was right as rain in a couple of days! In his experience, vets tend to overreact. He means no offence, of course, but eagles are not like other birds, and the vet will probably be quite surprised at how quickly and easily she recovers.

Elisa just humours him and he’s friendly enough so she’s not too offended.

Sure enough, when they’re back at the clinic the vet is absolutely boggled at how fast Riga’s wounds have been healing and how her wings might not have been broken after all??? Like the x-ray CLEARLY showed a break, but Lettow just takes a casual look at them and is like yeah, they always look like that on the x-ray, but she’s always been able to fly just fine, last time she got an x-ray the vet thought that they just healed that way from an old break (”bullshit,” thinks Elisa, that is clearly a new break, but then again, it makes more sense than a break aligning and healing itself in less than an hour). 

Lettow just casually gaslights the entire staff and tells Elisa that Riga was probably just stunned and that’s why she couldn’t fly. He thanks them for looking after Riga and tells them his “man”, Alexander, will come by in the morning to compensate them for their treatment.

Elisa is half confused at the whole thing, half horny because oh hey Lettow is cute. Are Polish guys open to women asking them out? ... Ehhhh he’s like ten years older than her and a nightclub owner is probably way out of her league. Alas.

Elisa gives him and Riga a lift back to the night club. She’s confused over what happened and tries to drive in silence, but Lettow’s asking her questions about herself again. She almost works up the nerve to go “what the hell, give him your number anyway” but chickens out at the last second.

The next day she goes in to work as usual. Towards the end of the day she realises Alexander hasn’t been by to pay, so she asks her coworkers if he’s been by and she just didn’t notice, but they’re like “Who?”

So she asks the vet who treated Riga, and he’s like, “What?”

Nobody remembers Riga. Nobody remembers Lettow. Except her. They’re all giving her blank looks when she asks, looks which turn puzzled, is she okay?

“??????????????????”

She’s sure it actually happened, that she didn’t dream it, but she can’t find Riga’s x-rays. But she finds the blankets she used to catch Riga in the clinic, not in her car.

Confused, she goes to the Viper that night for a drink. She recognises Alexander -- but he doesn’t seem to know who she is, acting like she’s a complete stranger. She has her drink and leaves.

She sees no signs of Lettow or Riga.

Over the next few weeks nothing... really happens, except that her supervisor inexplicably changes her shift so she goes in later and she’s leaving work at around 10PM. She sometimes feels like she’s being watched when she goes home at night and keeps seeing the same cars on her commute home, but given that it’s after peak hour she just writes it off as people who live near her that get off at the same time she does. She still thinks it’s absolutely baffling, what happened, but she thinks about it less and less and gets caught up in her life again and stops thinking about it as much.

One night she faints, or something, getting out of her car at home -- one moment she was getting out of her car, the next she finds herself on her own driveway on the ground, hidden beneath the car’s hood. She’s a bit WTF -- did she have a seizure or something? One moment she’s getting out of the car, the next she’s on the ground. Doesn’t even remember being woozy or anything, but she must’ve been.

She goes inside, decides she’ll make a doc appointment in the morning. She’s absolutely starving, goes to her kitchen. The microwave says it’s 3AM. She’s pretty sure that there must’ve been a power cut that fucked her microwave’s clock, but when she checks her watch to adjust the microwave’s time it also says it’s 3 in the morning.

WTF???

Okay, she’s definitely calling a doc in the morning, even seizures aren’t supposed to go that long. 

She’s even more convinced because her appetite is fucked -- she’s starving, none of her food is appealing, and when she tries to force herself to eat anyway she just throws it all up. She wonders if she should go to the ER but she feels fine. Great, even.

Just really fucking hungry.

She tries to go to sleep. Can’t sleep. Too awake. And really fucking hungry.

When dawn comes she still hasn’t slept and the growing light gives her a panic attack. It culminates in her dragging her quilt into her kitchen, pulling shit out of the cupboard under the sink and making a mess all over the kitchen, and shutting herself and the quilt in there in the darkness, making a nest in there. It’s only when she’s in the pitch dark that her panic attack ebbs and she ends up passing out.

She doesn’t wake up until she’s more than four hours late for work, just after sunset. Freaking out she goes to the phone to call work, but the phone doesn’t work -- when troubleshooting it she finds out someone’s cut the line.

What the fuck.

She goes to her car. It won’t start. When she opens the hood she sees it’s been tampered with, too.

what the fuck.

Okay.

Now what?

(She’s really fucking hungry )

So she goes next door. Her neighbours are home. She’s about to ask them to call the cops, but when her male neighbour opens the door she’s like holy shit he smells good.

That’s the last thing she knows before she frenzies. She has a brief flash of memory of a woman screaming and walking in on her bent over the husband, but when she comes to, the woman’s dead as well, in her lap. There’s blood everywhere, especially all over her mouth, and in it, and it tastes good. They’re both dead.

She’s no longer hungry.

Oh god.

She’s a fucking vampire.

(~*~To be continued~*~)

[wolveria]

My cat just brought us a baby bunny (the bunny is ok. We'll let it go in the woods tomorrow) This is the second time he's done this

How young is the bunny? If he’s really young, he might need to be taken to a rehab clinic to be cared for. I would call one just in case for advice, especially if you don’t know where the den is.

Wildlife Rehabilitation list (you can also google your state for wildlife rehab places too)

But omg yes, my cat would do that too when I was a kid! Only it was chickens. He kidnapped an older chick, and we ended up keeping her and named her Henny Penny. She was the best chicken ever.

Then our same cat brought home a really tiny baby chick a few months later. We kept him too. And he followed me everywhere. Eventually he grew into a huge rooster and made babies with Henny Penny, so we had to give him and the babies away. Kept Henny Penny though until she died of old age. She came in the house and would sit on my grandma’s head and chill out with the rest of the family.

RIP Henny Penny.