We are a post-Potter roleplay set in 2019.
We have an active character driven plot, a short app and no word count.
It's June 2019 and at the moment, the wizarding world is facing a lot of tension with the werewolf community.
This is a result of anti-werewolf legislation being passed in 2016 after a series of brutal attacks.
Unfortunately, this legislation passing hasn't achieved anything.
Werewolves can't find jobs and without a source of income, this has left a lot of them facing poverty.
But instead of taking it laying down, there's starting to be waves of attacks once more.
How will the Ministry of Magic solve this problem now? Is it too late?
One pack, The Trossachs, have decided that an obvious solution is to no longer be a minority. The more wolves, the better.
Yet another pack, known as The Cotswolds, believe that approach will only deepen the mistrust and ostracism faced by the werewolf community.
Instead, this group, led by an independently wealthy werewolf means aims to educate the ignorant wizarding community and change legislation by winning the support of the majority.
An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
They'd moved camp once more, staying on the move, lest the Ministry came back to comb the area. All the effort put into keeping them off their tails would go to waste if they'd manage to get caught now, so they didn't stay anywhere for more than a few days. Vaughn didn't know how long they'd keep up the pace, but he had a reason to want to stay in their current spot for a bit longer.
The reason? A stream of fresh, running water mere minutes from the campsite. He was kneeling in the wet mud on the side of the stream, dressed only in old, blue jeans, blowing air on a hastily made campfire to warm up the large kettle of water hanging above it. Vaughn was going to use this chance to wash his hair and maybe feel like an actual human for the first time in a long while.
His old, ragged t-shirt that once had been white was tossed on a low-hanging branch nearby, and his worn out boots were drying next to the fire. A piece of crumpled newspaper was sticking out from one of the boots -- he'd acquired a bit of soap several months ago.
He was in a good mood -- something that had been rather rare in the last few years of his life. Hell, he even started whistling an old tune, enjoying the sun and the tweeting of birds.
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Feb 15, 2020 8:19:13 GMT
It was mid-morning and out of the corner of her eye, Teresa watched carefully as Vaughn headed towards the stream nearby, wondering if now was the time to talk to him. Ever since she'd connected the dots a few days ago about him and Damian being related, then pretty much offered to set up a meeting between the two brothers without Vaughn's permission, she'd been waiting for a chance but... she hadn't managed to catch him alone, and it wasn't exactly a conversation they could have in front of the pack.
It only took a second or so for Teresa to make up her mind, and wiping off debris from the log she was sitting on off her jeans, she took off in his direction... only to find that he was half-naked because, yes, okay, a stream usually meant showering or bathing. "Don't worry, I'm not here for a peep show," she said, although a part of her was disheartened to admit that. The guy looked good shirtless, the muscles of his chest and abdomen all carved out like a statue of Adonis. It was certainly a better view than the chests of men she was usually treated to. Although she let her dark eyes linger for a moment, they quickly flickered up to meet his own piercing eyes. "I need to talk to you about something."
It didn't take long until Vaughn had company by the stream. The Trossach's were a reclusive bunch, mostly keeping to themselves but fresh, running water after a long winter... Who could say no to that. He was still down on his knees by the fire, when Teresa spoke up, eliciting a short laugh from the young man.
"Please, I don't mind. Nothing you haven't seen before," they had tents, yes, but growing up with all three of his siblings in the same room had made Vaughn lose all his inhibitions when it came to undressing around other people. Plus, there wasn't much anyone in the pack could do for fun. "Not much to do for fun around here, so you're welcome to watch," he continued, getting up from his knees and brushing off the dirt from his pants, winking to the younger woman.
His hands proceeded to move down, to unbuckle his belt and get out of the old, blue jeans as he kept his gaze on Teresa. The playful mood he was in was dampened by the words that followed. It was never good news with a phrase like that. "Hmm? And what would that be?"
Post by TERESA NOTTINGHAM on Feb 19, 2020 1:23:16 GMT
"Like being watched, do you? Exhibitionist," Teresa shot, arching her eyebrow in his direction. There was no malice behind the words, however. She didn't particularly give a shit what got people off unless it was outright illegal, and enjoying having an audience didn't necessarily fall under that category. "I'll take advantage while I can. Maybe I'll get to see more than I do at camp." A small smirk slid onto her lips because... unlikely. Vaughn was fairly shameless with his nakedness around others, more so than the rest of the pack seemed to be, and she'd definitely gotten an eyeful before.
But she had a feeling that her viewing privileges were going to be stripped fairly quickly when she told him just what had transpired between her and Damian. "You didn't tell me you were a Belanger. I should have put it together because how many people are named Vaughn and look like the spitting image of a family I went to school with," she started, before deciding fuck it. She'd just rip the bandage off and tell him instead of dragging this out. "I ran into Damian. I told him you're a werewolf because he deserves to know instead of thinking you're in France. I also told him you were going to meet up with him because he wants to see you."
Vaughn chuckled at the thought of being an exhibitionist -- the thought hadn't really ever occurred to him. Believe it or not, even a strapping young man like Vaughn didn't have terribly much experience in bed, so maybe Teresa was onto something there. But this really wasn't the place, nor the time for Vaughn to consider his likes and dislikes, especially as the woman continued talking, the playful mood being washed away by the frigid waves that overcame Vaughn in the next few seconds.
His blue eyes were pinned to Teresa, widening with every word. Damian? She'd told Damian that he wasn't in France? That he was a werewolf? Just like that, without even considering why Vaughn hadn't told it himself? He closed his eyes, inhaled through his nose and his lips pressed together in a thin line as he tried to gather his thoughts.
"It wasn't for you to tell." He gritted through his teeth, opening his eyes and trying to destroy her with his gaze alone. "It wasn't for you to tell, Teresa." He stepped towards her, an extended index finger pointed in her direction, "Did you for a moment consider that I had a good reason not to tell them?"
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