C plagued (closed w/ gre-y)

[clary]

Dusk had begun to fall by the time Aramis had arrived at the outskirts of town. He doesn't know the name of the settlement, but what unnerves him the most is the overwhelming scent of alphas nearby. With a makeshift bag tugged securely over his shoulder, he eyes the city from the edge of the forest not too far away. He's aware of the risks that come with entering an area crawling with alphas, had escaped packs of them before in the past couple weeks even, but with day three of his heat fast approaching, Aramis was determined to find a place to stay... if only for the few more days while he was at his most vulnerable. There hadn't been many places or buildings to stay in over the past day of his travel; they were either too unsafe or provided no shelter. He was already getting sick from the cold, and the rain that often passed over during the night hadn't helped. All he required was a room, one safe enough for at least the next week, and then he'd be gone again, back to traveling to God only knows where on his own once more.

Taking a deep breath, Aramis works past his nerves and pushes past the treeline for the settlement. His scent was strong, pheromones spiked from the beginnings of his heat already. He frowns as he walks, the very slightest bit of slick rubbing between his legs with every step. He wanted to be fast, he didn't want to deal with a bunch of rowdy alphas after some tail. Under his somewhat messy black hair, green eyes stared forward; bags had made themselves present on his exhausted features, evidence that he clearly hadn't gotten much rest for a long time. With a quiet huff, Aramis begins his trek around the edges of the city where it appeared there weren't many individuals. He looks from building to building overhead and, ultimately coming to pick one that seemed decent enough, he heads for it. His pace is quickened, as thus far he's fortunately not had contact with any of the alphas in town he knows very well are around.

[gre-y]

Flare was a lone alpha. She had no pack or followers because she was very untrusting towards other alphas. Once the omegas started dying out the alphas became more wild and violent than before. Flare could manage herself just fine, but it was safer to be alone. She stayed in one spot and guarded her own area carefully, and was willing to fight for it. She had taken an old shop, or what was left of it. It was a small but secure structure that she had turned into a good home. If an alpha was smart they wouldn't come into her area because they knew they'd be attacked.
Another reason she disliked associating with other alphas was their view on omegas. They would band in groups and search for them and harass them, which was something she thought was terribly wrong. She mostly kept to herself. At times though she was lonely and wished she had someone to spend time with but there was nothing to be done about that at the moment.

Flare was away from home at the moment. She was hunting and planned on bringing lots of food to store up for the next few days. While she dragged home an entire deer she caught the scent of someone unfamiliar. Her nose turned at the scent and now she was on edge. She hasn't had a challenge in awhile and she wasn't in the mood for fighting, but she would if she had to. She cautiously padded closer and closer.

[clary]

Aramis would shuffle his way into the building after testing doors and finally finding one that he could nudge open without any issue. The inside seems alright, and there was nothing inherently wrong with it upon first inspection — maybe another person lived here, or maybe it’d been used in the past and it just seemed like there had been someone here once. Either way, it appeared safe for the time being, and he was too tired to bother walking some more and searching buildings for one that would be suitable for his needs. He’d gotten lucky with this one being empty, and that was all he needed, at least for a few days.

The omega silently pads over to a corner of the room and sets his belongings down. There isn’t much, just a backpack stuffed full of clothes and supplies. Aramis sits beside his pack, a hand lifting to stifle a yawn; he tips his head back to rest against the wall and, slowly, his eyes begin to flutter shut. Sleep threatens to overtake the omega, as finally not being forced to sleep outside in the rain and cold brings its benefits. While his eyes close eventually, Aramis is still awake, humming softly as he considers his options and what to act on after his heat were to pass.

[gre-y]

Flare decide the kill she was dragging would make too much noise so she carefully left it on the ground. She’d bring it inside after chasing off whoever was here or seeing what was going on. Her heart pounded and she felt an odd sense of dread coming over her as he slowly trotted closer. It wasn’t every day she got a ‘visitor.’” She silently circled her home, sniffing around. Once satisfied it wasn’t a trap and there weren’t others waiting around she started towards her home.

She crept closer and closer until she got to the door. She carefully slid it open quietly and the scent of an omega heat blasted her in the face. She fell back a little in surprise. It awakened a wild part of her that made her light headed but she ignored it. She’s shook her head a few times as if shaking the instincts away and proceeded to enter her home to find an omega sprawled out comfortably on her couch.
Omega or not, this was an intruder. But then again he didn’t seem dangerous. He seemed to be camping around town to town. She wondered why he didn’t catch her scent- and if he did he stayed here anyway.

“Are you lost? What are you doing here?” She asked, knowing how dangerous it was for an omega around these parts.