I think I'll read through it- thanks for the offer tho^^
We've done a few more changes to the site you can read about HERE
There really isn't much that's happened so far. Everyone's sort of converged on the bunker where the alpha's have their periodic meeting- only two of the alpha's are there right now(Roe's and Stark's). A new wolf has come up to those present (Thratro) and is seeking acceptance/asylum. He was confronted by Ranger who (appears to be) now his probationary ride-along. Other than that, nothing's really gone on, and the first post has some history/setting plot points.
Shifting her weight from the ball of one foot to the other, Sunny likewise turned her attention from her brother to her brother's leader as he began to give his input on the situation. Even if it wasn't beyond her to question an alpha- her alpha or someone else's regardless- she would not have said otherwise or countered Destarion on this point. Her brother was young and brash and hot blooded- he couldn't be trusted to take on the responsibility of deciding someone else's fate on his own- not when it was clear he was acting a certain way thanks to his audience. Reading his face and manner like an old familiar book, a corner of her mouth pulled back and tucked itself inside her cheek, the slightest purse to her lips, and a slow blink accompanying the slow, singular shake to her head. So much prance and so little thought.
Still, there was thought, and she was willing to bet berries to beeftips that he was going to have something to say about Thratro's assertion and stance for his benefactor. She could just about see the thought take root in his mind, but the real question was would he say something about it once his alpha had made his decision?
"Whateva youse say, boss." Ranger took one languid, sauntery step back and then a second, keeping a cool and down-his-nose look toward Thratro but giving way for Destarion to take center stage. "But I dunno about this guy, Might be he could russel up something worth the cost o' admission, but in a fight?" The boy crossed his arms as thought to pretend he wasn't exaggerating his bicepts, "He's gonna need an ace up his sleeve. Might be best give 'im to one o' the other packs, huh? Say- You wan' 'im, sis?" He called up to his sister and only laughed gruffly as she made the motions of giving him a sneer. She didn't like to be called out of her little niches all high up above everything else, but as always, he felt her judgement heavy on his back and he was determined not to buckle to it one of these days. Until then, he'd have to settle for ruffling her feathers whenever he got the chance. To that end, as he passed to let the Omega take his place he called to him,
"Hey- Oi, hey Horse-shoe-" the nome de plume a reference to an... interpretation of the visage of the Greek character; he never paid close attention in lessons and it's not like anyone wrote in greek, so his memory of it was a bit fuzzy, "Youse better be packin' something mighty special, cuz ya already failed your first test- my test. What good's admittin' a yutz like youse if ya still got lingering loyalty outside the pack, huh? Push comes to shove, him or us... can we trust ya?" The young blood gave the newcomer a snort, and a quick flick of his eyes up and down the outsiders frame and then moved aside.
Feeling less than no need to go down fully herself, Sunshine managed to acquire a much better seat to the show by descending only a few levels; her hearing and sight might not have been able to reach here from where she'd been originally- not through the wind and bends- but a few measly hundred feet away was no large task when those factors were done away with. Though she could see and or scent the other alphas, her own leader did not appear to have made an appearance yet. Not entirely unusual, a strategists plans for near everything, but that was not her focus.
Instead, Sunny's sunkissed copper glance trailed down to her little brother, a young brute through and through. Though she was mostly there to be sure that he didn't do anything incredibly untoward, she also kept a trained bit of focus on any movements advances or otherwise perpetrated by the intruder. Surely, Ranger could handle one lone wolf- and if he couldn't, it'd be just what his pride needed because she knew he knew (whether it was true or not) he could do it and if he couldn't then he would have failed to evaluate the abilities of his opponent and worse, his own. Still, she was pretty sure he'd be fine. And yet, as she stood watching her brother approach the stranger, with his mysterious words and reasons and motives, her weight moved to the balls of her feet and her muscles tensed; though he might be a strong young male, though not one, but two alphas might be down there within reaching distance, and though there might be but one outsider standing before them all, if it came to it, she would be down by his side at a moment's notice.
There was no need to tear his gaze away; Ranger knew his sister had descended from her bird's nest and had entered the perimeter. No matter what she was doing- hounding or hovering- he was always aware of her presence. A small kernel of pride touched him, but it was mostly defiance and brazen display that caused his contenence to change from 'expected defense' to some variant or other of cocksure toying.
"Yeah?" He responded, kicking a few steps toward the other and scenting him again as though he hadn't made a point of investigating earlier, "And who's this old man giving away all out secrets? Why ain't'cha stay with him whose took care o' ya? This ain't exactly a Y, brother. You say you'll work? Keep ya head down? That's what we're all doin', and it ain't puttn' any more meat on the table and it ain't makin' any more room in the houses. Look here, see? Addin' more paws to that ain't particularly any good to none o' us. You want to work for our food and our beds when we're already spreadin' it all thin as is? Nah, you gotta add to the pot if you wanna dip in the pot, so I'll tells ya what, huh? How's about you find us something, something we ain't got? Call it a, uh, yeah- call it a gift to ya hosts. Dependin' on how good it is, say you might find a little hospitality he'e. You could catch some food or get us some supplies, yeah? But I'll tell ya what I want. I want to see who it is knows where we are and's goin' round spreadin' our little secret. I want you to bring the man who saved you to us. So whatcha' wanna do?"
There was always a place in which a beast felt most comfortable. For a cat, it was a dark enclosed space where their misleading breadth and dark trained eyes could serve them best. For birds it was the open sky where every escape route was available with the flit of a wing and the whim of the winds. And so, for say, a strategist, what more strategic spot was there but a secure perch- a tower if you will. While no skies were scraped by her quarters, Sunny's room was high enough that from the bald bay window she'd manage to carve out of the wall and dangle seating over the great below, she could see a great while, scent a greater while, and hear even further still. It could be grating, but then what strategist did not plan for this? For now, her noise cancelling headphones hung loose around her neck and allowed her ears to drink deep the sounds of their depraved surroundings, and splitting through the black noise, the howl of her little brother's alpha.
Had her ears been more fuzzy than not, they might have twitched, turned toward the sound, but as it stood, she had to turn her whole head as though she'd be able to see through the ground, walls, curves, corners, and iron defending the bunker from those prying eyes so not unlike her own. Taking a deep breath, she leaned out and from the edge of her 'window' to the outside of it, the wind tickled her face, and reminded her that the season was near to changing again. Time passed so slowly to her and her kin, and yet so quickly. Days were engorged moments, weeks enlongated heartbeats, years dragging hours, and decades lumbered along like lunar cycles. Everything changed, but like a river that is never the same drops of water in the same spot twice, nothing really changed at all except for the bits of stability around the edges that had weathered away. Everything turned to chaos eventually, some embraced the throng of it and jumped into the current to dance with the waves, while others trod the land and only touched the flow when necessary.
But who was this? A scent graced her nose as she sniffed the gifts the wind brought her, a new scent, and yet a familiar one. One like her people, but not of her people. A stray; Loner. The wind from here could not grant her the specificity of direction she desired, but it was not such a leap to think this new scent would head for the sound of an alpha in a clearly marked territory. She ought to go down there and confront it, but at least for her, it was also not unlikely she knew a meeting would occur anyway. Still, she'd go. Moseying out of her room with her fingers clad in gold, a ring glistening in her nose and her delicate twisted locks long and heavy down her back in an ombre from her brown, to blonde to creme, she headed down her proverbial "tower" and went after this strange singularity.
Though the structure of a pack was not too incredibly hard to understand, especially for those to whom it was innate, Ranger simply could not wrap his head around why he should not be accompanying Destarion to this little luau or shindig or swap-meet or wahtever was going on. The alpha was strong- of course, it was accepted; were he not, he would not be head of the Roe clan for long. Yet still, he was not invulnerable, even now he hobbled around on crutches and though wounded attended to his duties. If it was about keeping face, would it not be more benefit to have someone there to help conceal any perceived weakness than to go it alone? Ranger was all about showing scars off, but these had not had time to mend into testaments to power; a wound was simply an easy target for those who stood poised to lay the strong low.
Of course, Ranger had very little factual information pertaining to the Alpha's and Beta's of his families sister branches. They were a balanced unit all and all, each part serving it's purpose or so his sister had once tried to explain to him- no part was stronger or weaker than the others, but together they added up to more than the sum of their parts. What had that ever even frikking meant? Adding up to more than the sum of the parts? She was supposed to be the smart one- when you added something up, it always was just exactly the sum of the parts; that's what addition meant. No matter that he'd only learned basic math skills at the time others his 'age' were learning algebra, and that he'd fought his tutoring like it was a war to end all wars, now that he knew it he skoffed at her metaphor. And hadn't Uncle taught her and him both that one must diversify themselves and never depend on one thing and one thing only? If they all needed each other, what happened if one branch abandoned the others, or if they were on such terms that they would not come to aid the other three? Then what? Weakness, that's what. But what did they really have to worry about from 'intelligence', 'strategy', or 'engineering'? They were proud Weres, and all problems eventually boiled down to violence, an inevitability to be sure, so why focus on all that other feathery blustering? When a wolf meant to make a point he made it with his fangs and his claws, not his mind or his voice.
Speaking of making a point, it seemed he was going to need to have at it. Previously lurking around the bunker area, he caught wind of the stranger before he caught sight of him. Had he had them, his hackles would have raised, but for now, the young man jumped off the metal nook he used as a chair, landing without secret in his worn out, bruise colored high top kicks he flicked his 'tough-guy' sleeveless jean jacket and flicked a curl from his eyes with a whip of his head just as the Other entered the area looking to speak to the highest.
"Oy-" He called out to this male, "Youse lookin' for something, cuz this isn't where you left a warm welcome so I don't think you'll find it." He approached unabashed front on. While his posture denoted, as he hoped, strength and confidence, his eyes did less to convey 'threat' than 'warning'. Young as he was though, inquisition was not hidden and he walked closer, making little cover of sniffing the air around the new one for hint of fear, sickness, or blood.
I realize you've already posted about it(I was asleep during that time or else I would have said something sooner) but you don't have to wait for me- if I come in, I can come in after posts are already being made
Thanks- bringing over this fancypost has been kind of a crapshoot though haha
(I'm actually going to sort of repurpose some characters from threads I never got to use, though I will change them slightly to fit the new setting)
Sunshine Brandy "Sunny" Parker
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Current Rank: Regular
Wanted Rank: Regular
Age Appearance: 27
Were Form: Ethiopian Wolf
A smaller sized wolf with slender angular features- nearly foxlike. Her red-bronze fur is close hewn and softer than average but nowhere near downy. Her eyes are amber embers, large and expressable, but often cool and pokerfaced either way. She has few scars of actual note- just average living life marks. There are cream - white marks on her chin, chest, and around her forelegs, though the tip of her tail and backs of her ears are black.
Appearance: Standing at an average 5'8" and a lean 135 lbs, Sunny is not especially imposing a figure. She does however, have a fairly pleasing visage and some manner of striking memorability. Her eyes are dark, brown, but they light under certain angles of the sun, and her complexion is a dusty kind of light that seems to darken or lighten depending on what part of her body one looks at. Her hair, naturally, is a medium brown tone which reddens in extended sunlight, long and kinky, but she may dye it or include false hair usually opting for white or silver. Often her choice of 'showing colors' is gold or gold colored jewelry- the gold collar pictured above is one such possibility.
Tattoos/Piercings: She has many peircings, but the one she fills most often is her septum ring and her earrings. She has a few tattoos on her arms and legs, mostly words and small bits otherwise.
Likes: Her little brother, Organization, Honesty, Morality, Quiet evenings, Peace, Firelight, Meat, Games, Jokes, Waking up late
Dislikes: Bullies, Salad, Danger, Chaos, Disrespect, Dishonesty, Early Mornings, Hatefulness, Guns, Being Sick
Strengths (3): Level Headed, High Stamina, Intelligent
Weaknesses (3): Poor liar, Smaller than/Lacking the strength of most wolves, Heights
Quincey Parker had always been a sweet and mild mannered person. He was in orphaned as a young child and grew up quiet and undemanding because of it, but he still longed for adventure and family and all the things he didn't have. As he grew, he was often unsatisified with the life around him- he wanted to build something not tear things down like other teens his age. He wanted to grow up and help others but most people laughed him off or didn't care and he got little help or encouragement. Then Ulyssa blew into town- he lived in Philadelphia- in freedom and fairly well educated for an African American- at the time working odd jobs to make ends meet as he couldn't go to college. She was a whirlwind of romance and emotion and feelings he'd never felt before, so when he fell for her he fell hard. She was just as deep in love with him as he was with her and they lived together for a good while, mostly in a squalid little apartment that they both looked upon fondly. When she got pregnant, he asked her to marry him, and he actually wanted to marry her before that, but he could never really gauge how she'd answer because she was such a free spirit that he never brought it up till then, and just to confirm his fears, she denied it.
They stayed together though and had Sunny, and for a few years, they lived as a family, moving out of their apartment above the grocers where he worked and into a brownstone once the owner of the store died and left it to him- having no sons of his own- working hard to make a good life. Ulyssa shared her secret with Quincey- he knew she was a were within their first year of dating, and has seen her form, which is of a Indian Wolf- so neither was surprised when Sunny could change too. Ulyssa helped show her how to deal with it, and raised her as both an infant and a pup while Quincey worked hard at the store and contributed to helping and acclimating escaped slaves, but eventually she began to get restless, and so she told him she was leaving, why, and left without taking his argument otherwise. He managed to get get along alright being a single father but it was a struggle. After his initial wave of despair, he understood that Ulyssa had always been that way and it was one of the things he loved about her- her freedom and willingness to take risks and do what she felt, he buckled down on not letting him taint the life of his child further- being in the north didn't mean no discrimination, danger, or hatred even if she was half white, and being a were- though she was careful- brought its own problems. As he raised Sunny alone after that, he never said a bad word about her mother to her and she never harbored any anger or ill will thanks to that. Thanks to Ulyssa, Quincey had the tools to raise a were child properly and Sunny had the control. She took after her father's dependability and stability while herself becoming his protector because of his naturally otherwise sweet and somewhat submissive demeanor.
When Sunny was old enough, she wanted to go looking for her mother- to meet up and bond a little now that she was growing up and hitting the point in her life that she wanted her mother around to talk to again- but in her search she instead turned up Ranger, who had been seized by those not kind to him, was badly injured and beaten, and was nearly feral as a child. Sunny put the search for Ulyssa on hold and with her father's utmost encouragement and support they went to get the boy. Seeing as how far from each other they were and how different their appearance it took some time to prove their relation to him, but when they did she brought him back to their home. For as long as they dared, they tried to help him, and they managed to make substantial progress, but he couldn't seem to get used to city and was always on edge. And so as her father grew elderly, he encouraged her to seek out a place where they could be safe and Ranger could grow more naturally and happily. She loved him, but felt a strong responsibility toward Ranger and her father trusted her strength to be able to handle the task, so she and Ranger looked for the packs.
Ranger lived with Sunny by themselves for a long while as they searched and obviously grew. He was always good, but he was often too much for an inexperienced Sunny to handle and they often were at odds with each other's way of thinking- case and point, Sunny was almost always more thoughtful and thorough and saw her little brother as reckless and half-baked. He however, saw himself as a man of action, decisive and true to himself while he felt his sister could often be flaky or overly cautious. And so by the time they found the families, they themselves split. Sunny took more to the Kiehl's while Ranger was much more of a Roe. They joined up with different factions at this point, but remain blood to each other, and while they had often been at odds, what pair of siblings aren't? They still love each other deeply. They respect the rules, but the fact that they do care so much leaves them both with something of a weak, exploitable point.
Sexuality: Demiromantic Bisexual
Crush/love interest: --
Pups: Technically, none
Siblings: Half-Brother: Ranger St. Claire
Other Family: probably other half siblings
Faceclaim: Zoë Kravitz
Ranger Crow Sinclair
Current Rank: Regular
Wanted Rank: Alpha
Age Appearance: 19
Were Appearance: British Columbian Wolf
a wolf much larger than his big sister, he is thick fured and heavy with muscle. His face is smokey black as is his back, but the brown of his family line is unsuppressable and shows up best in the sunlight where it looks as red as his sisters. Otherwise, his browns are dusky, dilute, and dingy looking. His eyes are bright yellow and peircing, and he has one white mark over his heart, and only on the largest, middle toes of both his front paws. His worst scars are the oldest, and though he does not miss getting them, he's a bit eager to make new ones.
Appearance: Ranger is a thin boy, long limbed and usually keeps his hair at a length to obviscate view from his ears, which he has a misplaced complex about. At age 130 he's not yet done growing, but he's not expected to be much larger as he matures. His eyes are dark, like his sister's and though unlike her, he took after their mother's eye shape where she took after her father's. His hair is wood brown and grows in great large, boyish curls. Having a rough go of it in the midst of acquiring adult teeth, there are gaps and some small overlaps where his teeth are sorted themselves out without orthodontry or a careful upbringing, but they mostly straight and are healthy and strong otherwise. He stands at about 5'11" and weighs around 165 lbs.
Tattoos/Piercings: Sunny let him pierce his ear as in she didn't pull out the stud from the DIY job he did on himself early on. He's gotten a few tattoos since, usually to mark the era, though his favorite's an original old seadog tattoo on his shoulder. To Show his colors he mostly just wears something blue, though to be extra sure, his phone and phone case are blue, and he has a 'ring' tattooed on his middle finger in blue.
Personality (list them):
Likes: His sister, Sunshine, Outdoors, Warm weather, Honesty, Caring acts, Moving Forward, Swimming/Hunting/Climbing/Athletic Activity, Meat, Ice Cream
Dislikes: Being threatened, His family being threatened(blood or bond), Being afraid, Being babied, Veggies, Regret, Wishy-Washy people, Punishment, Blizzards, The scent of moonshine or cheap whisky.
Strengths (3): Strong, Brave, Can take a hit/Sturdy
Weaknesses (3): Impetuous, Stubborn, Careless
When Ulyssa came up the mountain- in a wilderness/bush phase- the only person she met after several weeks was a homesteader and hunter/trapper named Harding. Though she was given warnings both from her instincts and more overtly, her heart decided she wanted him so she let it lead her to his side. He was hard, both on himself and on her, but this was yet another experience of life to her and she put her back into it, she what she got out of her best. It was a hard life and a quiet one, if not for how much food went away, she might have thought she were up there alone a lot of the time. Harding had been up there alone for a lot longer, nearly 2 and a half decades, and might see another human person once every season if not once a year and his mind became accustomed to having nothing but itself so even when Ulyssa toned down her personality to match the bleak environment of the snowy mountain, she was often still too loud for Harding and it ground away at his patience. Still, there were times he was quite sweet when he wanted to let her know he appreciated what she did and her company. Still, she held away from showing him her true form- each time the urge to do so crept up, she'd remember the hut he had out back with furs upon furs upon furs, so many more than he could ever need to use and it wasn't like he did much selling. He either killed in order to hoard, because he was compelled to, or because he enjoyed it, none of which seemed like it would deter him from skinning her sunkissed pelt if he saw her.
Therefore when she became pregnant she felt a conundrum. It could be that her child would not be a were species, 5small chance, but there, and if he wasn't, then there would be no cause to fear. She could leave the little one with his father- she expected he could care for a child of sufficient age because he was rather much sweeter to his dogs than even her and he kept them outside. However, if the child was of her kind, she feared the same for it as she feared for herself, and yet now that she had entrenched herself in his life, she didn't want to deepen his loneliness by giving him a child and then stealing both it and herself away- she cared for him, as she cared for every man or woman she loved to one degree or another each in their own special way. While she grew large with child, Harding seemed to become more careful and doting, it was enough to melt her heart all the more and any thoughts she had of leaving were pushed back well away. When his son was born she was sure he cried, and he hardly so much as pulled back a corner of his mustachioed lips. Keeping a careful eye on her newborn, she tried to see if he showed any signs of changing, but though her instincts kept telling her to look harder, she contented herself that if he was, he would have done so by now and put the matter to rest.
As she did, she became restless once again and decided it was time for her to leave once she'd weaned Ranger around 20 mos. It had been fun to force Harding to care for the child so that she would not leave him unequal to his task, but he was much more resistant than most men she chose, and it became an undue stress on all involved. Figuring once she was gone he would step up, she slipped away one night and that was the last Harding or Ranger saw of her.
Harding struggled to take care of a creature that needed nearly 100% of his attention and feeling jilted he found that his loneliness and stress now added anger. He'd throw things at the cradle when the baby cried to loud or long, forget him outside if he refused to head calls to come in, throw him through the air if he were doing or touching something he shouldn't like fire or knives, and yell at him angrily as if the child could take his fury for him. Beyond that, he hardly ever spoke to the boy and it forced Ranger to attune himself more to his father's actions and emotional state in order to not upset him. Somehow, by some stroke of luck, Ranger had never changed in his father's presence before and Harding seemed not to notice his weird growth stunting- most likely due to the long bouts of time Harding would spend away from the boy leaving him all alone, and then coming back to mostly ignore him. However, when he looked around 3, a trader came to visit in order to trade home goods like clothing, tools, and cookware he and his wife made for Harding's winter furs. For his travel and safety he'd brought his dogs. Harding's dogs, who did not have names, were not keen on the intruder interloping on their territory, but were well aware of Ranger's scent, so when they tried to fight the new dog and Ranger ran to stop them, knowing his father would be upset if the dogs were hurt, he changed and they protected him from the snaps of the stranger dog. The cries of the animal alerted the men and they were far enough away that they couldn't tell what was over there for sure, but both knew Ranger'd gone that way. Even still, Harding threw rocks and trash and once he got his hands on it, shot his gun at his son. The boy changed back as the other man came to get his dog out of harms way seeing as Harding's aim was indiscriminate at best, and saw only a bleeding, beaten child. The look in Harding's eyes at first was stupification- he did not understand- but then, just as quickly it was bellowing anger. The trading man picked up the child and ran as fast as he could back down the mountain, to his sled and the other few dogs, and drove them all hard until he reached home. He and his wife took Ranger and were going to go back after Ranger's father, but no one ever found Harding Sinclair again.
Ranger's time in the couple's home was short. They were kind but Ranger- being how he was- could not understand what 'kindness' was; every move they made was suspicious and he had no ability to internalize positive contact. They also, however, vastly underestimated his abilities thanks to him looking like a 3 year old and he escaped. Though he was on his own long enough to kill a regular child from starvation and exposure alone, he was eventually found again when he tried to steal food from some men on the mountain. They were hunters some of the time, but mostly they were no-account criminals who were currently laying low- ranging in age from nearly 40 to nearly 13 and when they caught him he was in his wolf form. Before he changed back- unable to control it truly, but afraid to be human around them- they used him to hunt for them and to entertain them at night after long bouts of drinking- it was a lot like bear bating, but with a wolf pup. When he did change back they took him for a demon and began hunting him instead, and that's a part of his life he mostly keeps bottled up, hoping to forget. Eventually, though people came and were kind to him again and this time he saw a clear contrast between it and his life so far and was able to make a choice to take it. Their smell was nostalgic in a good way which didn't even make sense to him and so he was coaxed into their company, escaping the mountain. Mistrustful of Quincey at first, eventually they got him to open up, taught him to speak and act more like a boy. They were welcoming to his were form and attentive to his needs, and he began to grow more properly, and yet living in Philly was hot and smelly, loud and crass, and full of confusion and stresses he'd never encountered before like how certain people sometimes treated his sister and adoptive father and him for living with them and so he never liked it there. He sometimes even grew homesick for the quiet mountain. But Uncle Quincey knew better than to let him give into that, but also knew better than to to hold and force him where he had reached his limit and might ultimately cause irreversable trouble in a city/society, so he bid him and his sister goodbye and sent them to look for a pack to stay with instead.
Though he respected and liked Quincey, he never truly loved him. Still, he knew the man was dying and trying to look out for him, so he will never badmouth him and will tolerate none of it from anyone else. Past that, he was raised by his sister and he had come to realize what love meant from her when they lived in the brownstone, soaking up their goodness, but he was still wild inside, and he sometimes resented how 'tame' Sunny was. He was never a danger to her and knew his limits, but he was not the easiest child to be alone with and he knew it. He just wished she'd be more like him instead of how she tried to get him to be more like her- werewolves were far from civil, and yet all she wanted to do was be civilized. Because of this vast and irreperable difference of thinking, they eneded up joining different families, though they are still beloved and singular to each other even now.
Sexuality: demiromantic heterosexual
Crush/love interest: --
Siblings: Half-Sister: Sunny Parker
Other Family: probably other half brothers or sisters
Faceclaim: Ethan Cutkosky
Track- Will update later tonight with 2 charas probably.
Oh hey, welcome back! I'm into a few other things right now both on the site and irl- If you want to make a reply though, go ahead, and I'll look into it after that, but this was kinda dead and I've sort of moved on
Yeah- that sounds cool- I've got tons of viking characters and Westerosi characters.
(it's fine, don't stress over it- and happy halloween back~)