You're brought into Toronto, Canada, either ordered by the Council to join the Pack or Clan that resides there for the impending war, to strengthen their numbers, and provide a hand within the war, or you've moved here simply to find a fresher start to life. Will you stand on the sidelines in the Neutral Territories? Or will you decide to take part and choose a side? Your destiny awaits you, make sure to head over to our homesite (link found in the Navigation Section) to begin your journey!
Willow's room is one of the bigger rooms in the Pack House. She enjoys earthy colours, and natural tones, so this is how her bedroom turned out. This photo was taken when it was neat, but it's normally very messy.
She has a fireplace (which she rarely uses, apart from in winter) and a television above the mantel (which she takes full advantage of). Willow has a king-size bed, which is very cozy and warm. A ceiling fan above the bed keeps her cool.
She has three very nice lamps: one standing, one on her bedside table and one on her study and work desk. Willow has a chair and small table next to the window, and she loves the natural lighting. The curtains are never drawn, unless she's changing.
Willow's desk is where she does her work, and her laptop is always lying on it. She often misplaces the charger, but will find it under the bed, in the fireplace, or somewhere else ridiculous.
The door next to the window leads straight into the backyard. There is another leading to the rest of the house, but it's not visible in this picture. There is a small cabinet next to the door to the house, and it's always stuffed full of clothing and very messy.
She has a round, seat thing next to the fireplace, which is her favourite place to read during winter. There's always a small pile of books next to it. On the opposite side of the fireplace is firewood, and things to tend to the fire with. The floors of Willow's bedroom floor are wooden, and there is one, round carpet half-underneath her bed. She prefers not to wear shoes in her room.
It wasn't that long until Willow found The Room. It was warm with earthy colours, and had the space she wanted. "Perfect," she breathed. Then she remembered her mistake, and sighed, with a miserable tinge to it. She might not even get to stay here. Willow plopped onto the bed and collapsed like a sack of potatoes. I made such a horrible mistake. I'll never join the Pack now, she thought, wallowing in self-pity. So much for a fresh start. Acacia doesn't even seem to like me.
She rolled over, onto her stomach, and groaned loudly and miserably into the bedsheets. But what would Mom and Dad say? What would Zephyr and Ruby think? New thoughts formed in her mind. Willow suddenly felt ashamed. I don't intend on leaving, she thought fiercely. "I am going to stay for as long as I live," she announced loudly to the room.
As if to prove her point to whatever was watching, she unpacked all her items into the room. Filling it up. Making it hers. Some parts of the room were dirty or dusty, and so Willow had to venture out once or twice to ask Christian where the cleaning supplies were ("Hi, Sir, sorry to bother you, but where do you keep the window cleaner? And the brooms?"). She wiped the windows till they shone, and polished anything remotely metallic until they sparkled and gleamed. Willow tied her long hair up into a messy bun at the top of her head to keep it out of the way. She'd even cleaned the fireplace.
When she was done, she sat on the bed. Her bed. Willow just sat there for a while, not doing anything. I probably stink. I should take a bath. That thought motivated her enough to move. She slowly got up and grabbed some fresh clothes. Willow headed straight for the closest bathroom.
OOC: THE FAULT IN OUR STARSSPOILER ALERT
She curled up in bed, in her pyjamas. Willow knew she would have to go back out to dinner with the rest of the future Pack later, but she didn't want to get out of her comfortable clothes now. She had a book she'd recently picked up with her, titled The Fault In Our Stars. Apparently, it was really good.
She picked up the book from the bedside table. Hm, I ought to read it. She flipped open the book, and snuggled deeper into her sheets.
Willow started to read, and felt more and more drawn in. She also felt more and more sleepy, and more and more cozy. I'm so tired... My bed is so warm and cozy... And... OH MY GOD. HAZEL. THAT EULOGY. FOR AUGUSTUS. OH MY GOD... NO! GUS, YOU CAN'T BE DEAD. You can't KILL A MAIN CHARACTER, GREEN. YOU CAN'T. She sometimes jolted wide awake at different parts in the book. It really was good. And sad.
Willow snored lightly. After finishing three books (The Fault in Our Stars, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets) because she was a relatively fast reader, the coziness of her bed and the warmth had made her conk out. Besides, the whole walk from where she lived (on the curb of some street somewhere, she couldn't remember which one) to the Pack House had really made her sleepy.
Willow ran around the backyard. Her small feet left footprints in the muddy ground. "Come get me! Come get me!" She squealed as Zephyr swooped over and picked her up in one smooth motion. "Got you now, my little sapling!" He began to tickle her, and contagious giggles erupted from her. Ruby walked over, looking both amused and disapproving. "Zephyr, put her down. You're going to drop her."
The scene changed, and now Ruby and Zephyr walked a while behind on the path as Willow dashed ahead through the park, chasing the unfortunate pigeons that happened to cross her path. She howled with laughter, and her adoptive parents smiled fondly. Then the police came into view. Quick as a flash, Ruby darted forward and grabbed her 'daughter's' hand. "Honey, we have to go." Ruby's tone was firm. However, Willow wasn't happy. She protested in a whiny voice. "But WHY? I'm SEVEN, Ruby, I can protect me!" Zephyr shook his head, looking worriedly at the cops. "Not now, Willow."
The image shifted once more, and now Willow was screaming, tears of grief pouring down her face. Zephyr and Ruby lay lifeless on the floor, bullet wounds peppering their bodies. "RUBY! ZEPHYR!" She spun around, facing the police. "YOU! YOU DID THIS, YOU—" She transformed into a wolf, and threw herself at the officers. They were too shocked to pull the triggers, and Willow tore each one of them apart, breaking their guns. Over and over.
Willow tossed and turned, unable to get awake. In her mind, scenes of her ripping men apart with her jaws replayed in her mind. "No," she mumbled in her sleep. "No, no, no Zephyr... Ruby..."
Kari came to a halt just outside the door. The door was slightly ajar, leaving enough space for the young lycanthrope to poke her head in. She knocked as she did so, hoping to alert anyone within the room to her presence. She gazed cautiously into the room, her brown eyes drifting about the space, taking in the sight of the earth-toned walls, the beautifully-crafted stone fireplace and mantle, and, finally, the figure who lay collapsed upon the bed. The young, brown-haired female lying upon the sheets appeared to be sound asleep, though her tossing and turning and quiet mumbling told Kari that her unconscious state was most certainly not a peaceful one. Quietly, the young woman made her way over to the sleeping figure, leaning down slightly as she reached out a hand to gently shake her awake.
"W-Willow, isn't it?" Kari said softly, hoping that she had correctly remembered the younger lycanthrope's name. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but dinner is ready if you'd like to come and join us." She finished her statement with a polite smile. She stood back up, preparing to exit the room in search of any other lycans who might be hidden in their newly claimed rooms, but she halted in the doorway. The dirty-blond-haired woman turned to face the younger, and, with a worried expression, began to speak once more. "I hope I'm not intruding on your personal business, but I couldn't help but notice that you seemed to be quite restless while you slept. Are you alright?" The question which flowed from her mouth without much thought surprised Kari; ever since her pack had been ruthlessly murdered, slaughtered like livestock, she'd been afraid to trust anyone, afraid to care for anyone. Her demeanor, to many of those she met, seemed to be one of a cold-hearted and rude person. Now, she couldn't help but feel deep concern for the young woman before her, for reasons that she could not understand. Perhaps it was hope for a feeling of kinship with her new packmates. As beta, she had always been good at comforting both her subordinates and her equals and superiors whenever the need arose; it had been a self-imposed duty of sorts. For her entire life, she had been very compassionate, always caring for those around her Perhaps her desire to help offer solace to the younger female was, in part, a hope to carry of her duties of bringing comfort to those seemingly in need. And this young lycanthrope, whose agitated tossing and turning and mumbling of 'No, no, no Zephyr... Ruby...' brought Kari to her belief's conclusion, was most certainly one who seemed in need of help. However, Kari knew that Willow might not be comfortable with sharing whatever experience brought about such distressed slumber. "If you are not comfortable with explaining that's quite alright. I was just wondering if you would like someone to talk to about it." She gave the other girl a small, friendly smile, still halted in the doorway. She would wait a few moments until the younger girl had spoken, then she would leave to go round up the remaining werewolves.
Willow awoke from her dreams with a screech, startled. She sat up straight, looking around, panicked. "What? What's happening?" Willow spluttered. She saw a young, blonde woman next to her. Hah. Young. She's probably not young. She could be a thousand years old, for all I know. Her breathing eased a little.
"W-Willow, isn't it?" The woman spoke softly. Willow nodded, still a bit shaken. She recognised the woman. What's her name...? It was... K something. Katherine? Karina? Oh, right. Kari. She glanced at the woman again. Instinctively, she began to think about where to attack and bite should Kari be dangerous.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but dinner is ready if you'd like to come and join us." Willow blinked. Oh. Dinner. So she's not dangerous. Not now, at least. She nodded at Kari. "Oh, yes. Of course. I'll be there."
Willow pulled off the covers and dragged herself out of bed. She refused to be rude to this lady just because she had a stupid nightmare about something that happened ages ago. Willow started to make her bed. She looked up when Kari started to speak again.
"I hope I'm not intruding on your personal business, but I couldn't help but notice that you seemed to be quite restless while you slept. Are you alright?" Kari seemed genuinely concerned. Willow offered a small, fake laugh that she hoped to pass as a real one. "Yes, I'm fine. They happen all the time. I just have a vivid imagination," she lied.
Willow didn't want to rely on anyone. It felt too... Too personal. Kind of terrifying in a way. Awkward. Though she did seem nice... No. You can't.
"If you are not comfortable with explaining that's quite alright. I was just wondering if you would like someone to talk to about it." Oops. Obviously she could tell that Willow wasn't telling the truth. Normally, Willow would've just blurted it out that she didn't want to talk. But something about Kari made her not do that.
"I... I guess that would be... Good." Willow said slowly. Maybe, in the future, if she had any more problems, she could talk to Kari. She shook her head, sighing. "You know what, my brain's kind of all smush. But yeah, It would be nice. I'll see you at dinner.
As she began to get her clothes to change, Kari left. Willow shut the door gently behind her. When she was done changing into a pair of comfy black jeans and a blue top, she followed her nose to where the scent of food was coming from.
Upon first being woken up, the young woman, Willow, had seemed startled by Kari, causing the older lycanthrope to become slightly on edge. Now the girl seemed to be relaxing somewhat, nodding to Kari in acknowledgement to her statement that dinner was ready. "Oh, yes. Of course. I'll be there." Kari nodded comprehensively, still feeling some concern for the younger werewolf as she had upon asking her if something was bothering her. At the question, Willow had laughed, a sound that seemed to Kari quite forced and fake, as though her good-natured laughter were a mere facade for whatever emotions truly lie within her. "Yes, I'm fine. They happen all the time. I just have a vivid imagination," Willow had said. Kari nodded her head. "Alright then . . ." Kari could tell that the other girl was lying, but she said nothing. If Willow wished to keep her emotions inside, the blond-haired woman could understand. More than 90 of her 203 years had been spent in solitude, leaving she herself in a constant struggle to show her emotions, especially amongst those which she was not familiar or comfortable with. She could understand Willow's hesitation to reveal the truth about what was bothering her.
As Kari turned to leave with a nod of her head, preparing to leave Willow to prepare herself for dinner, the younger girl's voice brought her attention back. "I... I guess that would be... Good." There was hesitation in her voice as she slowly spoke, telling Kari that the other woman was quite clearly struggling with this. Kari was tempted to repeat her earlier statement and tell Willow that she did not need to tell her if it made her uncomfortable, but she remained silent, seeing as Willow had proceeded to speak once more. "You know what, my brain's kind of all smush. But yeah, It would be nice. I'll see you at dinner." Kari smiled softly. Perhaps someday Willow would share any troubling experiences with her, but today, being the day which they had met, was most certainly not it. She would choose not to pressure the other lycanthrope further, and would leave well enough alone unless Willow came to her seeking consolation. "Okay. I'll see you later." She turned away for the last time and exited the room, listening to the soft click as the door shut behind her. With a soft sigh, she wandered away, searching the rooms for signs of other lycans who may have been present so as to send them to the kitchen for dinner as she was told.
Get better Zoe 
