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    12/04: stats updated. the site is booming! tons of canons still available and originals welcomed. we especially need more demons, magicals, watchers, and half demons. site wide plot being introduced soon! stay tuned.

    11/27: the site revamp is complete! after some blood, sweat and tears, the new skin is up. in a few weeks, the original site skin will be made available for selection, but for now, we're giving the new skin a chance!

    11/24: we are open for play once again, relaunched with a new setting, changed plot, fresh minds, and members new & old - register today!

    11/24: available canons include: Anya Jenkins, Charles Gunn, Fred Burkle, Andrew Wells, Johnathan, Warren, Sam Finn, Cordelia Chase, Clem, Willy - and many more.

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    GHOSTS: 1
    HALF DEMONS: 1
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    HUMANS: 4
    HUNTERS: 4
    MAGICALS: 1
    SEERS: 0
    SLAYERS: 2
    UNIQUES: 3
    VAMPIRES: 2
    WATCHERS: 1
    WEREWOLVES: 3


    CANONS: 18

    ORIGINALS: 4

    MALES: 12

    FEMALES: 10


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» ::oz:: watch the sunset disappear
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 Posted: Nov 27 2013, 01:01 PM
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There was an unusually cold breeze, it raised the baby fine hairs on her bare forearms as it pushed through the trees of Ol' Iron Grate Cemetery and nipped at her pale skin. She'd worn a t-shirt and a flowy skirt, she always dressed up a little before she came here. She'd been sitting for hours. Not moving, not talking, not crying, she wasn't even sure she'd remember to breathe if she didn't force herself to fill her lungs every few minutes.

In front of her stood a milky white, stone grave marker. It read Tara, but said nothing else. No birthdate, no date of passing, no loving words, just Tara. She hadn't put anything else there, because she had no intention of letting Tara be dead. It'd been a few weeks since it happened, but it'd taken her five months to bring Buffy back, so she hadn't lost hope. Not even close. Even if her friends had.

After a few more minutes passed, there was a soft crunch of twigs breaking under the weight of someone's feet. She didn't turn around, mostly because it wasn't sundown just yet, so the chances of it being anything other than the grounds keeper or another grieving visitor were nearly nonexistent.

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 Posted: Nov 27 2013, 09:11 PM
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WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE! Enjoy You’re Stay!

Oz barely noticed the cheery sign. Here he was back in Sunnydale. A place he had no intentions of retuning to. After leaving Willow and the others to carry on with their lives the werewolf had returned to Tibet to continue training, becoming one with the wolf, learning to be at peace with himself. Until he felt it. A tugging at the back of his mind. Murmuring whispers tickling at his ears. One word standing out among all others. Willow... Something was wrong.

Days and miles passed uncounted. Instinct pushing the wolf on. He had to go back. Had to make sure his friends were alright. Had to make sure Willow was alright. He knew he was getting close and finally came to a stop outside the cemetery wasting no time getting out of the van, walking through the cold metal gate, and up the neatly trimmed path.

The chilled air carried a familiar scent that brought at least some sense of ease to the wolf. It was Willows scent, alive. And then he saw her, sitting there among the graves. He drew closer looking over her shoulder to the name carved in stone. Tara... Any relief he felt was quickly swept away. He moved slowly kneeling beside Willow, worry evident in his gaze. “Willow?” A hand reached out to gently settle on her shoulder.

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Great, the footsteps were getting closer. Sighing to herself, she prepared to stand and face the person approaching her, but before she moved to rise to her feet - the person spoke. Her breath caught in her chest. Heart quickening and palms growing slick. It was a solid minute before she could bring herself to speak or move.

Finally, "Oz." With the utter of his name, the floodgates that had been holding back her emotions for this long, crumbled. "Oh, Oz." She repeated, tears streaming down her face, still not moving from where she was knelt before Tara's grave.

It had been what now? A year since she'd seen him? More, less? And the same as the last time he'd returned to town, it'd felt like it'd been a century and just a day, all at the same time.

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Willow felt so cold. Through the fabric of her t-shirt he could feel her shoulder, icy against his palm. Oz pulled his hand away so that he could undo his jacket. Pulling the garment off he took a moment to drape it over Willows shoulders hoping the residual body heat would help chase the chill away. Even worse than the cold was the pain. She was in so much pain. He could feel it. Like little daggers of glass piercing into his nerves.

“Felt something was wrong so I came back.” His hand settled against her cheek, thumb wiping at the tears spilling down her cheek. “The whole way I was hoping I was wrong.” He had to stop, take a moment to swallow the lump rising in his throat. To push back the wetness he felt growing in his own eyes. God he would give anything to be the one laying in that grave instead of Tara. He knew how much Willow loved Tara and knew that Tara felt the same. He had felt of sense of peace during his last departure knowing that Tara would be there. That Willow had someone to love and would be loved in return. And now she was gone.

Oz leaned forward lightly resting his forehead against hers. The gentle nuzzle the only thing the wolf could think of to try and bring some sense of comfort, perhaps for her as well as himself. A small whine escaped the back of his throat, like a small whisper of hurt before he managed to speak again. “Willow I’m so sorry.”

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His jacket was warm, so warm, the thick corduroy held in the heat the fuzzy, inner fabric had absorbed from the already unnaturally warm wolf. She pulled it around her instinctively, where was her coat? Had she left it in the car? Dropped it somewhere along the path to the grave? God, had she even thought to wear a coat in the first place?

Warmer still, the hot tears wiped away by hot, blood filled, familiar finger tips. As he joined her, moving in closer, pressing his forehead into hers, she breathed in the scent of pine, tea, earth, and dove soap - a scent she would have recognized anywhere. Oz, simple Oz.

"She's not gone." She said between sniffles, "not really. I can fix this." She looked into his eyes, longingly, for a sign that maybe he believed in her. "I brought Buffy back." Closing her eyes again, and speaking a little quieter. "I can fix this, Oz. I have to fix this."

Even saying it, cradled next to her former lover like this, she felt a twinge of guilt. In life, Tara had understood. Oz was Oz. Oz would always be Oz. Her Oz. In death, though, the lingering feelings felt like a betrayal.


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He listened intently to her words, steady gaze staying with hers while she spoke of bringing Buffy back. “I know you did.” Even when her voice lowered to a whisper his ears heard every word perfectly and he knew what she was thinking.

“We got lucky with Buffy. We really did. But if it didn’t work this time. If something happened to you. If Tara came back…different.” There were just so many questions. He looked to the grave marker, eyes once again lingering on those four letters. He remembered what happened to Buffy. She had been in a good place when they brought her back and for awhile she seemed angry at them for taking that away from her. Perhaps she still was.

Would it be the same with Tara? If by some chance there was a way to bring her back the question remained. Did she want to come back? Did one even have the right to do such a thing even if they could? This was big. Definitely big. So many questions, so many what ifs that were almost impossible to answer. His gaze finally turned back to Willow. Thumb once more grazing across her cheek beckoning her to open her eyes. “Just promise me Willow, promise you’ll be careful. Don’t let the darkness pull you away. Tara wouldn’t want that. None of us would.”

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"I don't care what happens to me." She said it so plain and calm, it was almost eerie. She wasn't sounding like herself, and her eyes had gone distant. Sometimes she truly felt that without Tara, her existence would be hollow, pointless. She would never contemplate suicide, or anything like that, but to give her life for the woman she loved? Absolutely.

Tara was good. Pure. Kind. Smart. Beautiful. And Willow... She could barely control herself anymore when it came to the magics, she was nothing special, no one saw her, no one but Tara.

"This isn't like Dawn and Joyce." She almost snapped, if it hadn't been Oz she was talking to, she would have. "I'm a witch, a powerful one. I've taken on a God. I've returned a soul. I've cast spells just by thinking it. She wouldn't come back wrong. She'd come back perfect."

"Perfect." She repeated, looking back at the grave marker, and not allowing herself to make promises she may not be able to keep.

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Oz pulled back slightly, picking up a hint of anger in Willows voice. There was something else as well. Something he didn’t like. A look flashing through his eyes. -Well I care.- That look said.

One could easily say Willows words were simply coming from hurt, from grieving the loss of a loved one. But he knew what Willow was capable of. He also knew how easy it was to let the darkness get hold of you, try to pull you further and further away until you were just another monster roaming the streets. He would need to talk to the others, gather their thoughts on the situation before making any decisions himself. Of course he would keep a watchful eye on Willow whenever he could, just in case.

The werewolf went into silent mode. Face giving way to a look of deep thought. Time slipped past while the two of them sat there by Taras grave. Until his voice interrupted the silence. “It’s cold.” A long pause. “Could give you a ride home. If you want.” He did not see another vehicle when he arrived so he assumed she walked. Well suppose she could of magicked herself here as well. His voice was calm, not pushing. If she wasn’t ready to go that would be fine. He would stay, sitting beside her for as long as she needed.

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Oz's stoic, signature silence was provoked by many things; deep thought, sadness, anger, and the moments where he was waiting for someone to realize how ridiculously stupid they sounded. She hoped she hadn't hurt his feelings, and almost as much, she hoped he didn't find her idea stupid.

Pondering his offer, she looked around. The sun was beginning to drop beneath the skyline, it would be dark any minute. She really shouldn't be in the cemetery after dark, and neither should he, so with a deep breath she nodded, tracing her fingers over the T on the tombstone before standing.

"Have you been in town long? Like, do you have a place to stay? I'm living at Buffy's now, with her and Dawn, you could come back with me...if you want." It was cold, late-ish, and there was room. In addition, she hadn't seen Oz in a long time, it might be nice to talk.

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Oz followed Willow, walking beside her towards the cemetery gate where his old blue van was parked. He felt the hairs on his neck rise when the scent of ash joined the breeze. An ear twitched picking up the growing sounds of scratching and hissing coming from some of the stone crypts. Vampires waiting for the sun to disappear so they could come out of hiding. Though he had refined his skills when it came to vamp slaying he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with them tonight so he slightly picked up the pace.

“Just got here.” He answered Willows first question. “Pretty much traveled non-stop to get here.” He added that bit wanting Willow to know just how much he cared about her, about all of them. “Was thinking of hitting up the Osbourne clan for a place to crash. But we could hang out for awhile.” He reached out to pull the metal gate open, holding it for her so she could pass through. As tempting as it would be to just stay with her the entire night he did not want people to get the wrong idea either. Did not want anyone to think he was only interested in getting back with Willow now that Tara was gone.

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Walking slowly through the cemetery, she glanced back over her shoulder until the view of the smooth, white headstone she'd so carefully picked out, disappeared from view. It wasn't long, with all of the other headstones blocking the line of sight, maybe thirty seconds. Just long enough for her to make a silent promise to be back soon, with some answers.

A quiet sigh and a small shiver accompanied a glance at the horizon. The sun was almost completely gone now, they had better get to the car quickly. She looked toward him when he spoke, batting away the last of her tears. "That sounds nice. Are your parents still in town, then?" The last she'd heard, his parents had taken off last summer, heading to travel the world, or something.

Maybe that was where Oz had gotten his wandering spirit. Willow's own parents were narrow minded, overly religious, and quite frankly - frustratingly boring. Maybe that was Willow's problem in high school. Mousy, quiet, weak, boring, Ol' Reliable - as Xander had once said. Before Oz, and then Tara, she'd been a total nobody.

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Oz waited until Willow passed then closed the cemetery gate behind them. She asked about his parents and he wasn’t sure if they were in town or not. He had not spoken to them since his departure. “Don’t know yet.” Oz voiced this thought to her. “But there’s always my cousins place. You know the one.” He raised his hand, the one where his cousin Jordy had nipped him, passing on the werewolf curse. Oz held no ill will towards his cousin for it. It had been an accident. A pretty life changing accident, but an accident none the less.

They reached the van and he opened the passenger door for her before heading to the drivers side and hopping in himself. He looked over to Willow still feeling the sadness coming from her. He owed Willow so much. She had shown him what it was to truly love someone and for that he would always be grateful. And though he had broken her heart she still welcomed his presence, even if it maybe just as friends now. He reached over to gently squeeze her hand trying to offer some assurance. Perhaps they would find a way. A way that would allow everyone to come out okay. They were the good guys after all. He let go of Willows hand and turned his attention to the road. Starting the engine and pulling away from the cemetery.


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