#fangsnfair01

[dameofyourheart]

Sebastian growled as his teeth shifted to those of sharks. It was a threat to the alpha to not fuck around with him. If he had brought his kid with him...he didn't want to think about it! Tyler was his everything and he wouldn't allow an idiot to hurt them. Thankfully, Tyler hadn't been with him tonight.

Why was he naked? He scoffed. "I was swimming, dumbass! But you would know because you shot at me!" He told him moving the arrow away from his neck now into clear view before throwing it away pushing his now free hand onto his shoulder keeping the alpha underneath him threatening to transform at any moment.

He was furious! But he didn't want to become the monster they all thought he was so he got up with a single movement and walked away. He took his towel from where he left it and began to dry off. "Just because I'm a shark doesn't give you the right to kill me!" Everyone made him out to be a monster, so it was a fair conclusion at this point.

He also didn't know what to do. The cops wouldn't take him seriously and hunters were a threat out there, but if being killed was a threat in here... then he was better off taking his chances off of New Haven completely. His kid's safety came first. Always.

he heard the rush of water, of something coming for him, but before he had the chance to think or react the elf found himself being thrown back onto the ground; landing hard. so much for being out here alone.

lifting his head out of the dirt, he felt the pointed tip of his own arrowhead press flush against his throat; scraping against his adam apple as it bobbed when swallowed his breath. "why," alton repeated the question back as he blinked quickly to help clear his blurred vision so he could get a proper look at the soaking wet man that he was currently pinned beneath-- and he was quiet the sight to see. lifting himself up on his elbows a bit, being careful not to press himself into the arrowhead too much, the elf looked between them and let his head cock to the side as he took in just how naked the man was; and then he smelled him. omega.

"why are you naked?" his voice was tense, his jaw clenched, as he finally let his eyes drag back up to meet the other's gaze. alton liked to think he had self control but there was no denying that the naked omega pressing down against him-- that the tension between them-- was awakening something in the alpha.

it was obvious there was some sort of miscommunication here but rather than apologizing, the elf continued to slowly lift up and push against the omega trying to hold him down. all of this could have been sorted with a simple i'm sorry, i didn't know you were there or my apologies, i was testing my bow and didn't see you. i hope i didn't hit you... but instead the elf chose to match the other's growl with one of his own. "get off of me." his voice deepened, his own frustration beginning to show through, as he narrowed his eyes at the omega. he was giving him a chance, a warning if you will. move or be moved.

[modelingmerman]

He was a merman. He needed water to live and call him a stuck-up if you wish, but a bathtub didn't exactly cut it. The lake was there to be used! Some nights, he would go and swim for a while. Sometimes he would just float around, others he would swim, others he just relaxed in a corner watching the stars. It was nice.

Eryx's sleeping wasn't...consistent. Sometimes he couldn't sleep and he would go to the lake until he had to work. Which means that after work he would usually crash and nap. He was a night owl, and his body tried very hard to make him sleep during the day but liked his job as a barista and sometimes a model too. He sometimes missed being a model out there, he didn't miss the danger though. It was peaceful here and most people were kind to him.

Tonight, however, he wanted to socialize and he wouldn't achieve that in the lake. So, here he was. He ordered a drink and began drinking, he hadn't looked around much before, he wanted to finish this before looking around to see who to talk to. However, before that happened, a man approached him and started speaking.

When the man started to flirt with him, he waited but he stopped seeming to recognize Eryx. That piqued his interest. He expected to have been seen from the café or maybe his modeling jobs, but never in his wildest dreams he imagined that. The cougar seemed to notice he was messing it up and tried to explain himself, honestly, it still seemed strange but Eryx wasn't surprised. Merman were known for their beauty, it was normal to be stared at. He didn't mind anymore, but the man in front of him didn't know that. Yet.

Eryx finally laughed and nodded. "Alright, you can buy me a new drink. What do you think I would like?" He asked smiling tilting his head a little bit.

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he wasn't nocturnal, not really, but he'd always found himself having most of his energy late at night and in the early hours of the day. which is why, even after a full day of working and running himself ragged, the alpha was sitting at the bar-top in pantheon with an almost boundless sense of energy; bouncing his leg, humming along to the music, as he traced his finger over the rim of the drink he was nursing. he could have easily found someone else in the bar to distract himself with, he'd been around long enough to have a few friends and social groups he could easily slide into, but everyone seemed contained and content with their pairings already.

everyone but him. looking up, a smirk already forming on his lips, the werecougar noticed another person on their own and without a second thought he grabbed his drink and made his way over to them.

"you know, it's a shame someone as beautiful as you is on--" before he could even think about what he was saying, some throw away line was already leaping from his lips as he slid into place and leaned against the bar beside the other person. instead of finishing the flirt, though, he paused as he knit his brows together in a moment of confusion; and recognition. consider that a silver lining since he didn't finish his horrible attempt at flirting. "hold on a minute, i recognize you." he smirked, his tongue clicking against his teeth as he nodded in agreement with himself.

"when i go running at night, through the woods, i see you on occasion out in the water. i've considered stopping by and introducing myself a few times but you've always looked so peaceful out there, almost made me feel like i'm intruding." and now it sounded like he was some kind of voyeur. "i'm putting my foot in my mouth, aren't i? i'm making it sound like i'm some kind of stalker, which i'm not, i just have routines that i like to follow and-- i've noticed you a few times during."

take a deep breath. "how 'bout this. let me get you a drink as an apology for coming on too strong, and sounding like a bit of a creep. then, if you're interested, i could take another stab at introducing myself. properly this time."

[dameofyourheart]

It was odd to have a quiet night like this one. Tyler was demanding or fussing about something all the time, but tonight he was with his friends at a sleepover so his place was quiet tonight. Odd. After an hour of the stillness of the night, he got up and left for the lake. He undressed, put his clothes neatly on the side together with his towel, and jumped into the water.

At first, he just swam. No transformation. After a while of swimming, he transformed all the way through and dived, swimming around underneath the surface. People didn't like when he did that, him being a shark and all, but he was alone tonight, right? He could get away with it. Besides, he would feel it if someone entered the water and he would simply resurface and no big deal. Except...

Something shot into the water almost hitting him. He jumped and looked around finding a handmade arrow. He grabbed it and growled. Had someone tried to kill him? He knew things were tense in town but, this?! They wouldn't get away with it. He saw someone approaching, probably to confirm if he was dead, so he jumped out of the water and pinned the man down on the floor. The arrowhead against his throat. Sebastian was half transformed but still very much naked. "Why?!" He demanded, his voice deep and guttural from the transformation.

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he hadn't been in new haven long enough to understand what everyone was so afraid of, what hid in the shadows that made them all so tense and cautious, but he knew enough to know he needed to be prepared for something. his late night wandering a week, or so, ago had led him to meeting river-- and to buying a modern bow for himself that he could keep in his home as a last stitch defense-- but it felt foreign in his hands; it felt weighted down; it felt human. he knew what he needed to do.

donning some of the clothes he hadn't worn since making a home for himself here in this realm, clothes that his old friend teasingly called his authentic ren-faire outfit, the elf alpha abandoned the comfort of his home and made a crude campsite for himself out in new haven's woods. he was careful to keep himself away from others so that his ritual wouldn't be interrupted; and so that he wouldn't have to explain himself. it took him three days to carve out his bow, and his arrows, from the surrounding trees-- and while they weren't as powerful as what he could have found in the wild lands, new haven had a magic all it's own, woven into the fiber of every living thing that, that he was able to imbue into his weapon.

on the third night, after the bow was finally finished, he put out the fire at his campsite and made his way to the salt water lake. scanning his surroundings briefly, he decided he was alone so he pulled an arrow from his quiver and set it into place. pulling back, the bowstring seemed to glint with flecks of light, as if they were stars, in the glow of the moonlight. taking a deep breath, the elf centered himself before finally letting go. the arrow whipped out of his clutch, arching over the shore and over the water with incredible speed before finally piercing the water's surface towards the deep center. for a moment he thought he saw something out there beneath the surface, right where his arrow slipped under. "the only thing you need to worry about is getting that arrow back," he mumbled to himself as he tried to calm his own concern that he might have hurt something; or almost hurt something. "at least we're alone out here..."