supernatural things yes.

[longwinded]

[It was a centuries old rivalry. As cliche as the entire werewolves versus vampires thing sounds, it's always been a thing. Marked lands and certain territories. John had heard stories as a pup about the rivaling clan, their clan leader mysterious as always. Disappearing for months on end, and coming out only when he absolutely had to.

As John grew he became more curious, venturing on the lines as young adult, and going as far as crossing them when he was almost mature. He wanted to take risks, as next in line to be the Alpha dog he needed to know the lines well. He wanted to know the territories.

It's the dead of winter now as John is exploring, sniffing out where the lines diverge and the territories divide. He's crossed into their ground with full knowledge that he is there. Usually as long as he isn't causing any trouble they don't bother him, but their seem to be a pair of watchful eyes on him tonight as he heads into a moonlit clearing.]

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[rememberstime]

[Tonight is one of those nights that Dave is out. He seldom usually surfaces, keeping his operations pretty underground. His networking is spot on, so he knows of his clan and their conditions. The less he has to be social, the better.

It's not that he hates people, but he's been dead (because he's technically not alive) for so long that his interest in social interaction has dwindled. As long as there weren't any trouble, he let his clan do what they want and didn't much keep up with territory dispute other than to intervene when shit was starting to become a nuisance.

But he was hungry and so he was out. Maybe John will smell the strong stench of blood. Dave didn't exactly eat too cleanly.]

[rememberstime]

[No one has seen Dave in days. His people know not to. He's made it obvious, and his clan knew anyways.

Run ins with hunters can always be a pain in the ass. He just forgets how low they can play sometimes. They're dealt with, like always, but not without struggle.

Dave always made sure to protect his clan. He just didn't expect that they'd nearly take him out with it. But hunters play dirty. They also like to play, which was probably the only reason he survived to tell the tale.

He's buried himself in his blanket and hasn't left his bed since he's gotten back. His body isn't too happy with him. He needs to feed to heal, but how can he feed if he can't even get himself out of bed? The healing process is slow as hell.]