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Strange, Potentially Dangerous Creature Spotted Near West Oak University Campus

June 17th, 2018

A disturbing video of a potentially dangerous creature is making its way around West Oak and calling into question the safety of the campus and surrounding areas.

The video, uploaded by user Quinn_Evans, shows what seems to be a young female transforming into a large, canine-like creature in the woods near the campus. Originally thought to be a hoax, the video was sent to local law enforcement for identification of any local wildlife that may match the later transformation and ease the minds of worried students and locals alike. Officer Dan Packman said that he was set to reassure the public that there was nothing alarming or any more dangerous than the usual local wildlife.

“At first, I thought it wasn’t anything,” Packman told The Oak Times upon showing our reporters the video. “I figured one of our more talented graphic design or film students had caught footage of one of the local wolves and spliced something together with their friends.”

Upon further investigation, the video proved to be too seamless and too consistent to brush off.

“It gave me a chill when I couldn’t find some glaring stitch,” he said. “I decided to go ahead and pass it over to our video forensics team.”

After twenty-four hours, the video forensics team came back with the same, chilling findings; the video, showing the young woman making a disturbing transition from human to canine, appears to be real beyond any reasonable doubt.

The Oak Times have not been able to verify the identity of the individual in the video and West Oak Police have not released any statements citing the identity of either the subject or the video’s poster, Quinn_Evans. West Oak University declined to confirm any enrollment of either individual, citing student confidentiality but assured The Oak Times that they are working closely with local law enforcement to ensure that campus safety remains uncompromised.

“Our students’ safety is our number one concern on campus,” West Oak University spokesperson Sheila Avery promised in a statement released by the university this morning. “We are committed to working with local, state and federal law enforcement agencies in the efforts to protect our students from any potential threat that this may present.”

Meanwhile, local representatives and religious leaders alike have weighed in on the potential discovery of what many are calling the West Oak Werewolf.

“If this thing does exist, it is proof that we are at the edge of a spiritual attack,” Pastor Ralph Attman said in an interview from his office in Oakwood Universal Church. “Faithful followers of God should be prepared to reject the Devil and all of those that he poisons. This young woman may have once been human, and if that’s true, we can see the depravity and perversion that the Devil can bring on us if we don’t harden our hearts to him. This is a war on good Christians, and we need to be prepared to fight any of these monsters that Satan may bring against us.”

Local council member Arnold Rather made a promise to keep citizens safe from any potential threat.

“Like everybody else, I’m not sure what I’m even looking at right now,” Rather confessed. “But I promise that I will do everything in my power to protect residents from whatever this thing might be as more information is made available to me. I will raise my voice all the way to Capitol Hill in Washington, DC if I need to; residents and students of West Oak, Oregon will not fall victim to any violence or dangers that can be avoided on my watch.”

The Oak Times will update this story as more information becomes available.

 

Nadima: From Darzi’s Desk

There are times when I miss my homeland. Today was one of them. All of my extra credit classes were in an uproar. None of the students who bothered to show up wanted to focus, and who can blame them? They are so busy planning out their lives as werewolves and vampires that there was little headspace left to think about ancient places and dusty old trade roads. And yet. I cannot help but wish this had not happened. Khoda, but this is disturbing on so many levels.

I do not mind that there are people in West Oak who are different. We have always known there was something about this place that did not quite fit in with other smaller college towns. I do wish that this secret had not been exposed. Part of me is worried for those who are human; will this make it alright for these vampires or werewolves or any of the myriad other supernatural beings coming out of the woodwork to prey upon the weaker mortals? Now that they are exposed, what is holding them back? And I worry about the other side, as well. After all, we have seen it time and time again throughout history. Those who are different are outcasts at best and hunted at worst. Just the rumor of witches in Europe was enough to spark hundreds of fires. What will happen in this age of instant news and video phones? There can be no doubt that there will come to West Oak those with their stakes and their pitchforks and their torches, for it is the nature of man to fear that which it does not understand.

Our life is going to be drastically altered from this moment on, that seems very clear to me. Be it tourists wishing to catch a glimpse of those they think to admire, like those who always worship the vampire without pausing to consider the cost of such a long life, or those who wish to wipe the supernatural from the face of the earth, there can be no doubt. West Oak will have to adapt to this new life. This makes me sad; in the six years since coming to West Oak, this has become more a home to me than any other, save for the land of my birth, Egypt. I worry that I shall soon see here a mirror of the cruelty and unrest that shook my homeland not so long ago, but there is nothing that can be done about it. Secrets like this simply cannot be covered over once they are discovered. We will all have to ride through the coming changes together. All I can do is offer my shoulder. For my students, this changes nothing. I have always offered you my help and will continue to do so, no matter what you are. My door is, as always, open. Just like I say in class, trouble has no business hours and neither do I. Please remember, your papers on Alexander the Great and his climb to power are due before the end of the month. If you are having difficulties, please come and see me. I will accept no excuses for late submission; you will be docked one letter grade and do not think recent events will change my policies.

I will see you all soon.

Professor Nadima Darzi, PhD

Daphne (Permilia)

I really wish Lucy hadn’t shown me that video.  She takes such delight in the misfortune of others.  It’s like she doesn’t even realize the backlash won’t just be against Shifters.  Or maybe she’s right.  Our ways often do seem more civilized, although I suppose those we kill might think otherwise.  

That poor creature, though!  I know her pack will not be kind to her.  Well, maybe I’m wrong about that.  I know if she were a vampire, she would not be long for this world.  I can’t imagine Shifters are any different.  

In the meantime, I am just going to pretend things haven’t changed.  It isn’t like I can do anything about it.  And so far I don’t believe Lucy has had the nerve to show Pater the video.  I know he will be most displeased, and he is often inclined to lash out at the bearer of bad news.  Especially when it might require action on his part.  

I do hope we won’t have to move again, though.  I do like West Oak, and not just because of certain inhabitants.  

 There is going to be yet another big party tonight over at that warehouse.  It might be interesting to attend, although I’m sure everyone will be talking about that video.  Humans are so predictable.  It does make one wonder about other supernatural beings, however.  I sometimes think I’ve seen an Other, but I just can’t be sure.  And I’ve learned it’s best not to dwell on such things.  It can be so dull being such a young immortal.  Everyone still treats me like a child, or maybe they just think I’m stupid.

Krosbie: Sad News….

I’m sorry little Hellions, but I regret to inform you that our recent tour has been canceled until further notice due to a family emergency.

I’ll keep you updated, promise.

XoXoXo

Death wishes & bloody kisses,

Krosbie

Greylie: West Oak Vortexes

Many are drawn to West Oak for its lush forests and unique plants. Some, to the pristine beaches along the coast and still others are drawn for reasons they might not realize, such as the vortexes that can be found along the perimeter of the town, as well as at its heart. The vortexes are like magnetic fields, drawing other kinds of energy. Examples of this energy can be seen in the way trees exposed to the energy grow so that their branches, and often the trunk, itself become twisted.

In light of the recent videos exposing the reality of werewolves, if the video is indeed real, and not some elaborate hoax, the existence of the vortexes in West Oak would explain why those of a supernatural ilk are drawn here.

We must all proceed with caution in regard to the potential existence of supernatural creatures. However fascinating, or scary, you may find the idea of their existence, remember that West Oak is a real town where real people must continue to live their lives. People, all people, whether they are different from you, have the right to their privacy, as well as the right to exist peacefully.

Rosalia: Well, Then….

One minute you’re studying for a midterm in international conflict resolution. The next minute, you find out “international conflicts” have been completely redefined.

Werewolves? Seriously? If it weren’t the local paper, I would assume this was some sort of joke. To be honest, I thought the whole thing was a hoax.

But people are coming out and proving they have these supernatural powers, and, really, how do you answer an essay question about how to approach a struggle between two countries vying for much-needed resources when you don’t even know what resources they need? It’s not as though a werewolf would need the same resources as a human.

Or maybe they would? I’m not sure, we haven’t really covered that part in class. I do know that this isn’t just across the ocean, though–we have students here that are supernatural, as well. Speaking of conflict, I know what’s going to happen when the locals start deciding on new ordinances based on these people. It seems that a lot of the affected are just people trying to live their lives in this world. Are students going to be kicked out over this? If they do, what happens to students on an F-1 visa? What if one of them have to go back to one of these countries already talking about detaining them?

I guess we’ll have to see. I have friends that have already been outed. Their education is the most important thing to them.

We’re going to get to the point, I think, where we have to decide whether we support or condemn these individuals, and I’m stating for the record that I support any person that just wants to live their life without harming others. If anybody feels like they’re in some trouble, come find me. I promise we’ll figure something out.

In the meantime, back to theories on solving human problems. I never thought I would consider this the easier task.

Circe: Oops? Sorry, Not Sorry

In case people have been under a particularly secluded rock (even rocks have Wi-Fi nearby these days), everybody has heard that there are “strange beings in this world with terrible, awe-inspiring capabilities that we aren’t even sure of and blah, blah, blah, words, words, words, I have too much time on my hands so let me speculate about speculations.”

More importantly, if you live in this . . . charming little town of West Oak and go anywhere near the West Oak University and speak to that obnoxious tool who can’t handle the consequences of her life’s decisions, you’ve been told that I’m one of those supernatural beings.

Let me put the rumors in their place: they’re entirely true.

Yep, West Oak University, I am going to be completely honest with you. I’m what is called a Dark Lord. It’s a pretty generic name, but it’s something that you may want to take note of. I have powers to make anybody’s dreams come true for a small price–that part of you that feels altruism, connection, empathy and all of those other human things that, let’s face it, hold you back from getting what you want.

I know, I know, “But, Circe, these things stop me from hurting people with no remorse. What would I do without them?”

Let me tell you a story of a little girl about 400 years ago. This little girl was told that the goodness inside of her wasn’t enough–that there was a place full of fire and brimstone and agony and suffering if she took one step away from that shaky ground of morality and salvation that she stood upon. She was to be obedient, never talking back, never arguing, never questioning.

And she tried. She tried to do so when her parents flew into rages and lashed her. She tried to do so when she was made to mend garments for 14 hours straight until she lost feeling in her 8-year-old fingertips. She tried to do so when she was denied food because they only had enough to feed either her or her brother, and he would carry their family name. She tried to be an obedient, dutiful daughter when the town told her she was a disgraceful child for appearing so dirty, so malnourished, so unclean.

And then, one day, that little girl met a strange man. He told her about how he grew up, 300 years before her, and how his town hated him and his whole family. He told her how they had killed his little sister, burned her at a stake as a witch. And he told her that he got revenge with the foulest, cruelest plague upon them all. He told her what a joy it was to watch the slow suffering of every person that had cheered for his little sister’s demise. He offered the same to the little girl.

That little girl took his offer. And just like that, the pain, the fury, the rage disappeared.

As her town began to dwindle to an unknown disease, as her parents begged her for help, the little girl finally knew freedom. That empathy? That compassion? It’s a prison that others will keep you in.

I won’t lie to you, West Oak, I was doubtful, too. But think about those things that people hold over you. Think about the things you can accomplish if those mental bonds just disappeared. I have the power to give you that. You’ll get one dream fulfilled and be rid of the barriers to the others. You’ll join a cause greater than anything you could have imagined before: the purging of the prison guards that hold you. You have to pay with your humanity, but after you get used to your new reality, you’ll feel as though I paid you twice.

My name is Circe. I sell dreams and miracles for a fee that you’ll be glad to part with, and I am officially open for business.

Fynn: The Dragon Is In

Good Evening West Oak, Fynn McTavish at your service. We’ve had some rather… surprising developments today and I feel that it is best if we get this out of the way right now.

Yes. Okay. I’m a bloody dragon. Get over it. YAY, all you paranoid little humans were right, the world isn’t nearly as boring as it looks. Let’s move on. I am still the same grumpy antique furniture and jewelry dealer I’ve always been. Now you just know why I’m so fond of gold. And silver. And anything else that sparkles. Seriously. Bring your jewels, but feel free to leave the princesses at home. When I told you I am not as young as I look, I wasn’t lying, so can we dispense with the ‘where’s your mother, little girl’ jokes? I am, as a matter of point, around 2225 years old. I lost count somewhere. Could be older. Could be younger. Calendars change, you know? It isn’t like dragons celebrate birthdays or anything. But, to be clear, I do not plan to steal your livestock. I buy my meat at the butcher’s, just like everyone else. And I have not burned down anyone’s castle in at least three centuries. A couple garden sheds, maybe, but they had it coming. Always pay me what you owe me and no leprechaun gold, either. You know who you are.

Anyway, I haven’t burnt up private property since I discovered the fine art of blowing up people’s lives in 1923. It’s a simple matter of digging up enough dirt – and I have all the dirt – and it doesn’t bring some idiot in armor to the door trying to cut off my head. I also don’t steal princesses. Whiny, entitled little brats. They always did give me headaches. No thanks. I did once steal someone’s maid, though. She was magic at getting the stains out of linen. She was actual magic, FYI. I think she was a fairy or something. Eventually, she went off with some prince who thought she needed rescuing. We didn’t see much of each other after that because I simply do not like princes. Of all the idiots in armor trying to cut off dragon heads, they have always been the worst. Smarmy little blighters. Trust a used car salesman before you trust a prince, consider that a free tip. I do happen to be very fond of their armor, though. So I have a nice collection of that, for those of you that can afford it. Don’t worry. I removed the princes from it before I put it up for sale. The bits that weren’t too burnt on.

Which brings us to the shop. The Dragon’s Hoard is still open and will remain so. I will be available to ignore your feeble attempts at haggling while checking my Facebook just like always. Price is on the sticker, people! Don’t bother with the pitchforks or the torches; all those princes with their enchanted swords couldn’t hurt me, what do you think you can do? And fire isn’t really going to work on me. All you can do is burn down my shop and, friends, this is not a smart move. I’ve never singed so much as the hair on the tail of one of your alley cats. Let’s just keep it that way, hmmm? You don’t have to like what I am. Just don’t step on my tail and we can all stay happy.

For those of you not put off by the fact I happen to have this giant, winged reptile side that prefers sleeping in a nest in a cave to a regular bed, feel free to come by the shop, Monday through Friday, 9 to 5. If you do mind, there is always that dingy little shop two towns over. Just be aware those side tables are not Chippendale. More like chipboard, courtesy of Walmart Special and cheap varnish. I will always buy loose stones, gold and silver, and the occasional set of books. I may do an old-fashioned trade if I like what I see. Just don’t bring me that collection of tin and try to pass it off as Georgian Silver. Again. You know who you are.

On a business note, I’m thinking of adding a partner for art and more crafty type things, so apply now if you are interested. Also, I am looking into starting a morning tea club for those of you interested in learning more about actual antiques so the thief three towns over can stop selling his imitation Rococo to the good and honest folk of West Oak. Feel free to comment below if you are interested.

Happy Days all, I look forward to seeing you soon!

Fynn McTavish, purveyor of fine antique furniture, silver, and jewelry

Kirnon: Apocalypse Now!

Repent you lousy scum for the end is nigh!

Lucifer’s beasts have been set loose upon the earth and they’re coming for you, you child abusing priest, and hypocrite Christian hiding behind your Bible while spewing hate, you greedy fuck healing people “in the name of God” as long as they give you their last dime, and you disgusting racist pieces of shit lying through your teeth that you’re doing God’s work, you asshole who hides behind religion and refuses service to same sex couples, and you wannabe Alpha males who think a woman’s place is on her knees or in the kitchen subservant to your every whim… You’re all going to BURN!

And I’m going to laugh and cheer them on as your souls are ripped to shreds!

Okay, honestly, no the end isn’t here. This is not the apocalypse. Trust me, I’d know if it were.

It’s just a little stick in the spokes. I’m sure it’s not even real. You idiots will believe anything online. #FakeNews

Aiden

Damn, I hope Charlie gets out of this okay.  That Lane chick is definitely not anyone I want to be on the wrong side of.

I hate getting dragged into drama.  Usually I’m pretty good at staying out of it, but lately it seems like things are just really fucked up around here.  That video is gonna be a big problem for everyone.

I’ve got that gig tonight at the Kappa house.  They like such crappy music (no offense, guys, but you do!), but I try to fit in some good shit so not everyone leaves early.

I’ve got to write that paper sometime, too.  Lately I don’t feel like my brain is working as well as it used to.  I thought cutting back on weed would help with it but it seems like it’s something in the air.  That sounds kind of weird but I kind of think everyone’s kind of messed up right now.

Maybe Lucy will bring that friend of hers to the party.  I think she said her name was Permilia but she’s calling herself Daphne?  I don’t really get it but girls are weird.

Shit, I have to go pick that keg up for the house.

Preston: I’m Coming for You

I can’t believe you would be so stupid! Not only are you psychotic and clingy but also you put the whole supernatural world in danger. People will be calling for your head, including me. I can’t wait to get my hands on you and teach you a lesson. Just because we dated for a while does not mean I will not punish you. You are not invincible, and I plan on making that very clear.

I mean, shifting in front of a human? Letting yourself be caught on tape? What the hell were you thinking?

And I had to hear this from Quinn, my mate! I was planning on telling her that werewolves exist myself. You put me in a precarious position, Charlie, and you are going to pay for it. I’m not going to lose the love of my life over this… mistake that you made.

I don’t care what Lane will say. I’m going to get justice my way. You are an idiot, thinking only of yourself and not being careful at all. You are going to get it.

You think you’re invincible just because you slept with me? That you say you love me? Just because I am in a position of power doesn’t mean I’m going to give you a free pass on this. What you did was unforgivable. I’m coming for you, Charlie. So watch out, because when I am through with you death will seem more attractive than staying alive.

And so help me Goddess, if the repercussions of what you did throw the world into chaos you will never see the light of day again. Already people are going crazy and disappearing, people are searching for supernaturals and locking them up, doing Goddess knows what to them. And it is All. Your. Fault.

I hope you’re happy now because you’re going to be miserable when I find you.

Sorry, Lane, if this disobeys your orders. I know you’re all about peace and shit, but I need to deal with Charlie my way. She won’t learn any other way. Trust me. I know how she thinks. A week of dating her was enough. She’s an open book, and she won’t learn unless the repercussions are personally painful. I can’t have you interrupting me, Lane. Forgive me. I’ll gladly accept whatever punishment you think I deserve.

Quinn: I Shouldn’t Have Posted the Video

Uh oh. I may have unleashed a set of events that I can’t take back. And I may have ruined a lot of people’s lives. If you can call werewolves people.

I saw this girl crying and running through the woods when I was in my usual wooded hideout that I go to when I need time to think. Preston had just asked me to be his girlfriend and I said I had to think about it. I felt bad but he is such a player. I don’t know if I can trust him.

Anyway, I was trying to record the sounds of the woods and this cute rabbit on my phone and ended up pulling it up just in time to videotape this crying chick running through the woods. She jumped and, midair, her clothes tore and out came a wolf. I was beyond excited. I mean, I had proof that werewolves existed! My favorite mythological creature ever.

So, in a haste to share this awesome news with the world, I posted it to YouTube almost immediately.

When I got back to campus all hell had broken loose. People were all watching the video and talking about the possibility. Some people thought the video was photoshopped, but more often than not, they believed it was real.

People from the botany program started telling everyone that the video was taken in the woods around the school because of some sort of specific plant species only found in West Oak.

Scientists started speculating on how they could get their hands on a werewolf and if other supernatural creatures existed. No one thought it was just cool. It had suddenly become three groups. One wanted to co-exist or collaborate with the supernaturals. Others wanted to study them. And, of course, there were those who wanted to destroy them.

I started what is beginning to look like a war. And I regret it like crazy.

So, please, if you’re reading this and care at all, how about we just leave them alone? There’s a reason they have stayed hidden so long, and I made a huge mistake. I can only hope they forgive me.