Werewolf Princess

Sister of ΓNΩ - Social Chair Witch | Telekinesis Werewolf | Level 1 | 21 Pure → 51 Corrupted → 0

[relentlessclimb]

"Thank god it’s fiction."

[clayton-doyle]

Clayton half expected Aria to slap him, or to simply brush past him as though nothing had happened. What he didn’t expect was for her to greet him amiably, even calling him ‘darling’ and apologising for how she’d reacted. He blinked, absolutely tongue-tied now at her kind nature. Sergio certainly was a very lucky man. He swallowed consciously and ran his fingers through his short dark hair, not sure if he should smile or remain somber. To put it simply, he’d never been good dealing with people who forgave him, instead of simply punishing him for his mistakes. He settled with a dry laugh at her words, still not quite believing that she didn’t want an apology from him. “That’s…that’s very understanding of you. Thank you. But still, I feel I should at least tell you that I am seriously sorry for - for yeah.” He smiled ruefully, then remembered his last talk with Sergio in the grocery store. “He, um, told me about his daughter. How are things right now? The storm must’ve made everything a lot worse.” Why on earth did he have to mention the baby? He groaned inwardly; there was still the blatant fact that Aria was a werewolf, and that was something he really did want to find out about.

[ariacampbell]

She stood in the silence, her lips pursed fiddling thoughtless with the fruit in her basket. Whether or not she truly meant anything that came out of her mouth, the nagging desire to run into Clayton again had curiosity nipping at her subconscious at all times. They were all equal victims of the darkness she now felt growling underneath the surface, something much further from human than she had ever realized. Witches spend their time believing their superior, so different from those not blessed with magic, but now she could almost mock them. There was nothing human about having a beast desperate to control you, having a creature accompany you within your own skin. A courtesy smile on her lips, Aria reached over gently gripping the mans forearm. "Thank you. Let's just not have it happen again, yeah?" She began walking foreword, hoping the wolf would follow. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the market only made the conversation harder to bear, less pleasant - as if they were in a stand off. "Things are - different, for me at least. As I'm assuming you can tell. Other than that, I'd say Sergio with all his terrible habits was always supposed to be a father. Everything worked out how it was supposed. It was kismet."

[vengeful-rhine-deactivated20140]

The house was an utter mess. Vases lay on the ground, shattered and covering the hardwood floors in dangerous pieces. Knives and arrows were stuck into the wall, tearing at the wallpaper and splintering the wood beneath. Dummies stood around, decapitated and torn from limb to limp. A bloody deer’s head lay in the middle of the foyer, staining the ground with its dark, coagulated blood whilst flies buzzed around the carcass. The cabinets and the refrigerator door remained open, foods spilling across the countertops and floor, coating the table in the yolks of broken eggs and expired milk that hadn’t been changed out since before Rhine’s kidnapped. The comforter of her bed and the pillows that decorated it were torn to pieces, the blade of one of Rhine’s many knives having dug into it and gutted it to the best of her abilities. Her hair fell around her face, messy and sweaty, as the dark curls stuck to her pale cheeks. She wore merely a sports bra and sweatpants, panting as she bruised her knuckles and shins over and over again as she fought against the dummy in the living room. When the knock came at her door, Rhine let out a loud, bitter yell as she swung her leg around, knocking into the dummy and watching as its head went flying—straight through a window, shattering it and allowing the cold winter air in. Grabbing the bow and arrow from the couch, Rhine loaded up one of her many arrows: this one coated in wolfsbane, crafted from a special metal that deteriorated witches, and had garlic poison bubbling in the tip mixed with the splinters of a white birch tree: an arrow that could injure pretty much any supernatural creature that may be at her door. Loading the arrow, Rhine drew the string back and held it toward the door. Kicking forward, her foot knocked into the door, swinging it off its hinges. Even as the sight of the redhead came into view, Rhine didn’t bother to lower her weapon. Her face didn’t fall or raise, she tugged the string of her bow to be even more taut. “You smell like dog,” she said in greeting, her voice cold and calculating. “But a different dog. Your own dog.” One of the many tricks a huntress learned to pick up over the years was how to spot a werewolf—their scent, a signature scent to each beast, was the telltale sign. “You’re a dog now.”

[ariacampbell]

Aria's let her head sink low, her eyes dropping to her feet. The girl who stood in front of her was darker than who Rhine had been when Aria had found her wandering the streets - alone and aggressive. Now, in those few moments there was something playing at her irises, an insurmountable terror leaving her best friend hollow. Her eyes suck into her skull as if they could bear to see no more. Releasing a soft sigh, her breath billowing in the cold air, Aria stepped forward crushing the weapon in between them as she wrapped herself around Rhine. She nuzzled herself into the girls chest, and waited for the girl's arms to reciprocate. "I'm so sorry, Rhine." The words came out heavy, chaotic and desperate. She only gripped tighter knowing now more than ever Rhine didn't need someone to fear or to be hesitant, she needed someone there who could remind her what it felt like to be alive. "I'm so sorry." She repeated between heaving sobs. Aria bit on the soft flesh of her cheek hoping to hold back, it wasn't her time to grieve, but standing here she was washed over with everything she had tucked far into her brain to keep her sane and functioning. For a second, Aria wished she could be the strong one, pose as stoic and supportive, but her knees shook as if at any moment her whole body might cave in on itself. "You're my best friend, I should have been there. Please don't hate me." She squeaked, a meager mouse in a wolf's body. She wasn't cut out to be strong and ferocious. "Please just hug me back. I love you, and I'm so happy you're back. You'll be okay, Rhine. Everything will be okay now." Her green eyes were blurred with wetness, but she willed them to stay there and not spill over. Rhine could kill her now, she realized as the presence of the weapon burned at a single spot of exposed skin, but she remain planted in the ground. Maybe she deserved it, maybe a long extended life wasn't meant for people who couldn't manage to protect those she loved the most, or perhaps now she finally can. "Yes, I'm a wolf." Aria whispered into Rhine's sweat coated skin. It was the first time she actually said it to another, it felt right that it was to her. "I am a monster."

[clayton-doyle]

The storm was dying down now, leaving the town in a disheveled but functioning state. That morning, Clayton had opened the fridge to find it barren and empty, so he took it upon himself to go out and do some shopping. Threading his way along the stalls in the farmer’s market, Clayton looked around, trying to find a good place to buy eggs when he caught a flash of red hair. He turned on the spot and found himself staring at a face he’d never forget. It was Aria, the witch who had found him and Sergio at the Ball. But she was different now. So drastically different that Clayton actually gasped out loud when he realised what felt so familiar and personal about her presence. She was a werewolf. He stared at her, even when she returned his gaze, and it took a few seconds before he managed to speak. “You…I…” What to say? “I…I’m sorry,” he stuttered, his mind pushing the two words to the front of his brain.

[ariacampbell]

Aria was almost buoyant, the way she was hopping from one stand to the next filling her bag with a healthy diet that she would force Sergio to try. Being a wolf is absolutely no excuse for eating like a savage, she had argued digging through their refrigerator desperate for some semblance of normality. She became aware of a sense of eyes lingering on her, that feeling of hair raising when your body knows before your mind has become fully aware. Tucking her lips into a thin line, the moisture of her lipgloss sticking together, she waved awkwardly moving each finger individually. "You." She repeated with a laugh. He almost seem terrified, the panic look in his eyes screaming for her instincts to pull him into a hug. Yet she remained still, her fingers laced together and resting in front of her, composed. The images of that night were burned into her skull, but very little of her rage had ever been focused on the man in front of her. With all his strength he seemed to shrink into himself, it made Aria stand taller. "Oh darling, most Southern wives have forgotten and ignored much worse. I got enough apologies from Serg, but you don't owe me a single one. Really, I should be sorry. I went all psycho destructive woman, I even tore a rip in my dress. Unforgivable of me, really." 

[cursed-niles-deactivated2014072]

So shopping wasn’t his strong suit and it never would be. He wound up always just grabbing eight of the same thing if he liked it, and that would be his wardrobe. Of course, in the late late 70’s through the 80’s this was frowned upon because he looked like a vagrant (he was a lone wolf still) in rugged jackets and dark-ass jeans, but as the decades moved, things didn’t seem to change much save for a few Beatles tees and a suit or two he had bought for himself over a couple New Years. He never really planned on wearing them anywhere; he just happened to want to have them for the sake of having them.

But then there was the polar opposite, the farmer’s market. He figured updating his fridge with fruits and meat would be a good thing to do when there was no moon to hunt under, some illusion of normalcy in his social life could be do good, and if it worked then he was in the clearing. So Jethro was walking with a firm confidence as the welcome of aroma of raw veggies and beef fueled Jethro’s heightened senses. “Daddy’s gonna have somethin’ cooked tonight.” It certainly wouldn’t have been as fun without flashing that megawatt smile and hearing himself talk.

[ariacampbell]

There was something she still found entirely evasive about smelling people for afar. It was different when you were nuzzled into their neck, so close that their entire essence overwhelms you, but as a wolf she realized that it was normal, maybe even expected, that you keep tabs on your surroundings using your sense. Wrinkling her nose, Aria became aware that there was another wolf around and her eyes darted across the market searching for who. Sergio had mentioned something about proceeding with caution and that there was pack wars - some melodrama she did not have time for. She knew about conflict, the witches had enough of it, but she was Aria Campbell. She could charm the pants off some wolves. Stepping toward Jethro, the familiar face bringing a smile to her lips, Aria bounced on the tips of her toes. "You know those aren't ripe yet, right?" She advised, a laugh playing at her words.

[ariacampbell]

Sleep would be ideal, but it wouldn't be very likely. With heightened hearing causing the world to be terribly and unforgivably loud, plus Sammy's terrible sleeping habits Aria had spent three times the usual preparation time to look socially acceptable. There was also the fact that she felt as if she hadn't seen anyone in ages, tucked safely away in her own bubble learning to deal with what she was now - who she was now. Her social life, for the first time in her meticulously planned existence, was remarkably depressing. She had found herself filling her planner with mundane lists just to prevent it from being entirely barren. Walking through the farmer's market, Aria smiled widely welcoming herself back to the world.

[unabridgedwords]

Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.

Katherine Henson  (via thelittlephilosopher)

[boosiebitch]

I named both of her eyes ‘forever’ and ‘please don’t go’.

[bettyrizzos]

And like the cat I have nine times to die.

[producedbyarca]

In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs.

[ariacampbell]

actually screaming Brandon bought for Sammy something of this sort.

[dustofsleep]

I’d choose you. In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

(via recklessly-lost)

[shangrihla]

I crave adventure, attention, and you.

6 word story (via chatoyancies)

[ariacampbell]

➜ GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Aria Magnolia Campbell

NICKNAME(S): -

AGE: 21

DATE OF BIRTH: March 19, 1991

NATIONALITY: American

OCCUPATION: Student

RELIGION: Catholic

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: In a relationship

➜ APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’3”

WEIGHT: approx. 120

HAIR COLOUR: Red / Strawberry Blonde

EYE COLOUR: Green

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Flawless red hair

➜ BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Peachtree City, Georgia

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Bindlebrim

FINANCIAL STATUS: Upper Middle

EDUCATION LEVEL: Current Undergraduate Student

FATHER: Georgia Campbell

MOTHER: Eleanor Campbell

SIBLINGS: None

CHILDREN: Samantha Rivers (not biological)

➜ PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: EFSJ

ENNEAGRAM: Type Two: The Helper

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

SIN: Lust

VIRTUE: Diligence

DISORDER(S): Narcissistic 

PHOBIA(S): Monophobia

HABITS: Picking at split ends, nail polish chipping, kissing the wrong boys

ADDICTIONS: Love & shopping

➜ OTHER

THEME SONG: Lana Del Ray - Young and Beautiful

[brandondimir-blog]

"I like to pretend that Marcus and I closed the topic of you in terms of jealousy. I’m really working on making him feel like he’s enough; God knows it’s complicated with the love I emit all over the place and that is not directed only towards him. But yeah, I’m trying. It’s something, right?" It still surprised him how he unknowingly asked for Aria’s approval in everything, but she was the one to mold him into a fighter and she knew him both longest and best of his closest confidants. She knew what forces brewed inside of him and how to treat each his darkness and light; she was the one he told everything - not everything, the voice inside of his head nagged and he tried to force it away because there was that one thing that not even he wanted to think about, to label, let alone have someone he loves deal with it. Bury the weakest parts of yourself away, son. Aware how grim he’d just gotten mentally, he relied on his self taught acting skills to amplify the vibrance in his smile to affirm the happiness she just witnessed him emitting. Sometimes, moment like these, where he could so flawlessly pull off being unfazed by all the things he was going through, scared him more than his greatest fears. Because he could be screaming in pain, but no one would hear out of one sheer reason that was him not wanting them to notice. I am my own enemy. "If I’m a touchy subject, maybe it’s better if you don’t. I’d be content even with just sneaking up when Sergio’s out to throw a glance at her in a pink tutu. But you have to get me get her something too. I know you’re gonna murder me for this, but she has to wear something plaid. You owe me that level of joy, you so do, Aria Campbell! I even promise to take a good nap if you humor me there.” 

[ariacampbell]

Aria smile was a sad one, with the way Brandon tore himself into shreds granting a small enough section of his life with everyone who needed it, it was impressive that he kept himself together. Reaching forward, gripping onto his free hand, Aria squeezed comfortingly and briefly before letting her own hand fall back to her side. The touch of his skin could still send shots of fire through her own. "It's more than enough, B. Just remember that he has to prove himself worthy of you too, it's not all up to you to push." That's where they went wrong, he pushed and she stepped out of reach, but everything would have been different if she stepped toward him. Let Brandon know how, at that moment, she loved him more than she thought a person could. It's all too late for that now. Their time passed. "How did you know, I am in fact going to murder you. Just because she runs around the forest once a month does not mean she is a lumberjack. It's not like I'm going to start wearing plaid now." Aria bit her tongue, her eyes widening in response almost automatically before she stopped speaking. Flicking her hair back, she changed the subject hoping desperately that he failed to catch on the connection she just made. Aria couldn't bear hearing the I told you so, or even add an extra layer of concern to break apart the remnants of strength Brandon was holding onto. "But - yeah. Fine. I'll buy her a plaid skirt or something. If that means you take care of yourself. You can come visit, you're one of my best friends. Anyways, Sergio's a big boy. He'll either growl at you or start flirting with you, I never really can tell." 

[ariacampbell]

Her hands shook both from the excitement that rushed through her and a hesitancy to see the impacts the destruction evident on her best friend's strong features. Mostly though, she was selfishly afraid that she wouldn't know the rights words to say or that she wasn't wanted at all. Clutched firmly in her grasp were about four dozen cupcakes Aria had decided where needed for a proper welcome home, but were truly simply a result of aggressive stress baking since the night she was bit. Samantha was close to learning how to run on her own two legs just due to the mass amounts of sugar she had been consuming. If she stopped moving, Aria was convinced the restlessness of her hand would result in everything to come pouring out of her, but she couldn't allow that to happen. She had to stitch up the pieces, hush the new wolf clawing at her insides hoping to make itself known, and wear her foundation like camouflage. With all Rhine had gone through, Aria found it best not to enter the cabin unannounced. Her knuckles wrapping against the wood, Aria closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of movement from within. As it approached, just how much she missed Rhine washed over her all at once - tears brimmed her eyes blurring her vision as her heart hammered against her chest. Her mouth hung just barely ajar, words prepping themselves to tumble out. Apologies and screams and wails, I miss you's and confessions, the need to console and the need to tremble in fear. There were things that could only be done with your best friend. There were truths that were haunting them both, wounds that could only be healed once your sister knows. 

[brandondimir-blog]

"Nice one, Campbell. I am shining now compared to few months ago, you just don’t know how to appreciate this fine ass anymore and isn’t that sad!" he snorted, well aware of how wrecked he must’ve looked to a trained one, especially one that saw him at his best. Brandon convinced himself that he was better now, even his reflection deceivingly healthier looking in the mirror, but the truth was quite the opposite. He was now more than ever forced to deal with his demons, to finally finish the job his mother started and he’d been delaying for ten years because he was scared of it dooming him to Katerina’s fate. Then again, no one probably expected the twenty two young male to be so courageously ready to risk his whole being for the sake of being able to protect the ones he loves. Expectations lead to disappointments so Brandon didn’t tell anyone. Not even Aria, not even Rhine, not even Marcus. Just him and Lydia, blood. Lydia wouldn’t be disappointed if he failed and he didn’t want anyone to know just how hard he had it anyway. Reminded of the somehow forgotten cup of coffee in his hand, he almost mechanically sipped on the sugary bitterness of the beverage, his body immediately responding to the caffeine as his drug of choice. “I don’t know how I would’ve survived without you, mom. Aaaaaaanyway - when am I meeting the cuteness that is Samantha? If you planned to stop me from enjoying the baby times with your child, shame on you! You know how much I love children.”

[ariacampbell]

The upsetting fact was that now more than ever, Aria could notice the small details that composed the heartachingly familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. She could sense him in all the ways she never could, and even in the crowd there was only him. Some part of her, the unfamiliar part of her she cold only assume is her wolf growled dragging her mind away from the hypnotizing minor details she had never notices before. "It's a tragedy really, but I never know when your boyfriend is going to pop out of a corner and attack me so I have to hide my admiration." This felt right, Aria smiled. A friendship truly developing between the two that had been lost in desire, words unsaid, and the repression of undeniable attraction. "I'll have to talk to Serg, if it was up to me you'd be Sammy's godfather, but he still gets a little weird when I bring you up. Possessive wolves and all.  But, seriously, you're going to absolutely die when you see her though, B. I've managed to get her an outfit consisting entirely of pink tutus." Her entire face light up when she spoke of Sammy, her love oozing out of every pore for her body was simply unable to contain it all. There was a slight darkness in the memories, the violent uncontrollable gleam in Sammy's wolf when she had almost killed her, but there's a lack of control that could not be refuted. A lack of control that would ruin Aria next month, mother and daughter would be both a danger. Poor Sergio would have to deal with two she-wolves controlled entirely by their aggressive impulses.