#alexia x jc

[ofashesandmoonlight]

Option A -@icexpackxjc

Júlio César detested the feeling of uselessness. And really, some part of him knew that this whole routine of logging the poisonous fungi of Lunar Cove (lest young werewolves eat them) was only to feel less useless. He walked along the beach now with his nose buried in his field guide, unsure, truly, if mushrooms could even grow in sand. Most full moons, they all confined themselves to the woods anyway. But JC found no solace in the trees these days. The bubble of safety had been shattered; the den had been invaded. And he had witnessed the very foundation of the pack rattled without a care by overzealous witches. Even if no one else seemed to think so. He looked up at the voice, raising an eyebrow. "No offense, but this is a public beach. Weather's getting colder, but it's hardly ever free from eyes." He looked out at the surf, giving a weak sigh. "My bad. Didn't mean to...interrupt whatever you got going on here, though. I'm the least of your worries in any case. Some of the vampires have discovered hand gliding." He pointed to the sky as if one was going to swoop down.

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Closer now, his scent flooded her nostrils. They flared for a moment, shoulders tensing as Lexi realized it was a member of the pack who had stumbled upon her. She still remembered her first interaction with them. A pack member, she did know who, though she was sure that their scent would be easy to recognize, had charged her. Perhaps it was because of the burn scars, even present in her wolf form that had startled them. Either way, the alpha retaliated against her for defending herself. So much for the words of welcome she had received upon arriving in town.

Lexi laughed. A harsh bark that was almost inhuman. "Eyes always find me." Her scars were on display from the athletic shorts that donned her frame. At least her top half was covered. "Vampires. Witches. Fae." Dark hair ruffled as her head shook. "I feel like I've stepped into a damned fairytale." A nightmarish one at that. "Hang gliding can be a rush. The free feeling of falling while still being in control. Almost as good as jumping out of a plane." Somehow she managed to keep the loathing from her voice. To make conversation. Her beef was not with him, yet, but the alpha. "Don't you have woods you'd rather be guarding?"