#towards better things (fergal all ft nyra)

[trucgrit]

fergal had been awake for hours now at this point, despite having to start a shift in the next two hours. he already opened station thirteen for the day. for the most part the fire department was the only place awake at this time of the morning. he was keeping count of the light fixtures that needed to be replaced. he was keeping his connection tight with the traffic engineering division or department of transportation in the city of portum. most of their complaints came from fergal o’lachlan. he watches the wolf from a nearby bench. his unable to sleep hours hitting him hard in this hour “the fire department is not too far away, miss.” he did not let his gaze reach her in case of what state she might be in. “there are warm blankets there.” he adds, for some reason he always thought that wolves and him were never to get along. He was a man of the flame and having third degree burn marks on him. wolves made him nervous for some reason just as regular dogs did. He found it hard talking to these younger folks, but here he was, always being around unintentionally. he remembered how he was after burning a forest to the ground with his abilities. he stumbled around young supernaturals frequently. “you seem like a thai tea type of person, i do have that at the platoon.” fergal was exhausted, growing older. but he lets a pleasant smile form on his lips. “fergal, by the way, witch. i'm old as daylight.” he says extending a hand gingerly towards her.

⇢ 🌕 STATUS ﹕ open. ⇢ 🌕 LOCATION ﹕ portum town square.

nyra’s   paws   padded   silently   through   the   forest,   her   senses   heightened   as   she   moved   through   the   trees    in   her   wolf   form.   the   moon   hung   near   the   horizon   now,   its   silver   light   starting   to   give   way   to   the   sun’s   first   rays.   the   pull   to   go   running   had   been   undeniable   and   nyra   had   found   herself   running   through   the   night,   the   anxiety   and   tension   of   the   last   few   months   releasing   for   the   briefest   of   instances   when   she   was   out   here.  but   something   was   off.  the   familiar   scents   of   the   forests   were   tinged   with   something   darker,   something   metallic,   and   every   bone   in   nyra’s   body   screamed   at   her   to   run.   the   sharp   scents   of   fear   and   pain   hit   her   like   a   tidal   wave,   and   her   muscles   tensed,   stopping   in   her   tracks.   her   nose   lifted   into   the   air,   ears   twitching   as   she   tried   to   identify   the   source   of   her   uneasiness.   then   without   sparing   another   thought,   nyra   took   off   sprinting   to   the   town   square.   her   powerful   legs   took   her   through   the   fog,   a   strange   pull   urging   her   forward.  there   weren’t   many   out   and   about   at   this   hour,   but   nyra   was   far   from   the   first   one   to   arrive.   she   remained   on   the   edge   of   the   crowd   that   was   slowly   forming   as   the   sun   rose   over   the   horizon.   there   in   the   middle   of   the   street   lay   the   lifeless   body   of   some   poor   supernatural   creature.   nyra’s   hackles   raised,   her   senses   on   high   alert   as   her   mind   raced   at   what   she   was   seeing.   the   fog   that   surrounded   the   town   seemed   to   thicken   further,   and   then   she   heard   footsteps   approaching.   instinctually,   the   wolf   crouched   down   defensively   and   let   out   a   soft   warning   growl.