10-30-2018, 02:32 AM
Thatcher Wilde, while not a local to the town, was a Florida native. His family was small, consisting of his mother and older sister. The trio had never been part of a proper pack, albeit this was mostly due to the fact that they felt they didn’t need it — the Wilde’s took up refuge in a remote marsh tucked away just north of the Everglades. Their home was far from fanciful; there were holes in the roof, a half-working air conditioning unit, and a foundation which had been crumbling for many years. Despite their situation, however, the Wilde’s were close. The lack of a father figure in Thatcher and Kristin’s life hadn’t impacted them too cruelly, and their mother — Miss Belle, as their far off neighbors liked to call her — was fiercely independent and determined.
The Wilde’s didn’t need anyone else, not when they had each other.
Tragedy did not discriminate, though, and when Thatcher and Kristin both found their mother murdered within the confines of their own home, reeking of the scent of another unfamiliar wolf, they knew they had no choice but to relocate. They buried her, planted a tree above her grave like she said she’d always wanted, and left. Her murder, while reported to authorities, had yet to receive any hard leads. Thatcher moved with Kristin closer to the sweltering Everglades. The area was still home, in a sense, but it would never feel quite the same.
And so, both Thatcher and his sibling put on their bravest faces and forced smiles. With no money to buy or rent any actual home or apartment, the pair now live just along the boundaries of the Everglades, tucked away in a much too small and grimy den.
But it was shelter, and they were shifters, so it wasn’t... horrible.
Both Thatcher and Kristin are relatively new to the immediate area, the murder of their mother having not transpired long ago. Thatcher has always been more optimistic and outgoing than his sister. He is able to hide the grief easier. To anyone who knew him previously, he’s yet to change from his happy-go-lucky personality.
Even in their current situation, residing in a dingy den, Thatcher remains hopeful. He remains pensive. There is no doubt in his mind he and his sister can persevere.
The Wilde’s didn’t need anyone else, not when they had each other.
Tragedy did not discriminate, though, and when Thatcher and Kristin both found their mother murdered within the confines of their own home, reeking of the scent of another unfamiliar wolf, they knew they had no choice but to relocate. They buried her, planted a tree above her grave like she said she’d always wanted, and left. Her murder, while reported to authorities, had yet to receive any hard leads. Thatcher moved with Kristin closer to the sweltering Everglades. The area was still home, in a sense, but it would never feel quite the same.
And so, both Thatcher and his sibling put on their bravest faces and forced smiles. With no money to buy or rent any actual home or apartment, the pair now live just along the boundaries of the Everglades, tucked away in a much too small and grimy den.
But it was shelter, and they were shifters, so it wasn’t... horrible.
Both Thatcher and Kristin are relatively new to the immediate area, the murder of their mother having not transpired long ago. Thatcher has always been more optimistic and outgoing than his sister. He is able to hide the grief easier. To anyone who knew him previously, he’s yet to change from his happy-go-lucky personality.
Even in their current situation, residing in a dingy den, Thatcher remains hopeful. He remains pensive. There is no doubt in his mind he and his sister can persevere.