Seek the Wolf in Thyself

Jacob William Bennett || Werewolf Alpha [ For detailed info concerning Jacob, see his bios and headcanons ] A RP blog for the character of Jacob Bennett, the alpha werewolf from Superntural. He is (mostly) an original creation. {Mun is over 21. NSFW material will be present.} wolves in the pack

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Going Back Home | Jacob & Lottie

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Charlotte couldn’t keep calm, her whole body shook with fear. She was too far out of her depth and just wanted to run in the opposite direction as fast as she could. “I am terrified.” Gulping loudly, the hunter took a step back, “you really shouldn’t kill me.”  “Then you need to prove them wrong!” Taking another step back the hunter was now wanting to flee as fast as she could, “They’ve won in turning you into a monster. Your were probably happy and peaceful before they tore your life apart but now you’ve let them succeed they’ve destroyed who you are!”  Taking her knife out she attempted to slash his hand and in the attempt she managed to start running. Her legs took her as fast as they could away from the situation but she knew the werewolf could be right behind her.

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Maybe he shouldn’t kill her. The thought ran fleetingly through Jacob’s mind as he pulled his hand back, out of the way of her knife. He knew it wouldn’t harm him; not really. But if it was silver it would produce a sting that the wolf wasn’t ready to deal with. As she turned to flee, Jacob couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at his lips. The game was on. 

He let her run for a bit, before he started to chase after her. It was always more fun for the alpha when he gave them a head start. Jacob didn’t let her words penetrate his mind, the animal in him stronger than the man now, as his golden gaze stayed locked on the hunter girl’s fleeing form. He didn’t want to think about what she said, because a part of it was right. He was fine, only furthering the line of wolves, until the hunters had come and taken Ruth from him. Killed her and attempted to kill him--that was when it all changed. And he took to killing far more than turning, only turning the worthy few. And for the most part, he left it to the rest to further the line. 

“I know these woods like the back of my hand!” he called out, chasing after her. “You can’t run from me!” 

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Going Back Home | Jacob & Lottie

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Charlottes core was starting to shake and she felt like she was about to be violently sick but she opted to stand her ground. Placing one foot in front of another she walked closer to him, making sure her hands remained by her side. The werewolf that stood in front of her presented new tasks and most of all learning experiences.  Nodding she rubbed her hand on her jeans to calm herself, “I’ve never faced a wolf at all. Not even with other hunters.” While Lottie’s father was alive he refused to let her face supernatural beings that she could face, he had never deemed her capable to killing a werewolf due to her fear of wolves. Seeing the claws made Lottie jump back slightly, her stomach twisting and her mind screaming run at her.  Keeping her voice at the same level and tone she tilted her head, “then they’ve won. You have let them win. They want you to be a monster and you are.” 

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“So you’re a... a rookie.” The word left his mouth with a bit of disgust. He didn’t really want to kill someone who was so--simple. So uneducated and unskilled. It took the fun out of the situation, her being so useless. Jacob tilted his head, watching the hunter girl closely. Then again, she was a hunter. Uneducated or not, she was one of them. And that was enough to get Jacob’s blood boiling. To fuel the blood lust that raged inside the alpha wolf. 

“You’re afraid.” Jacob stated the observation simply, clearly. “You’re more than that, even. You’re terrified.” He almost laughed, his lips curling up into a smirk, eyes still gleaming gold with the animal inside of him. He was surprised, though, when she took a step closer. He figured she would be running away by now. 

Jacob clenched his jaw at her words. “I am what they’ve made me.” He nearly growled the words, his piercing eyes never leaving Charlotte. “I am what I’ve been made by so many, for so long.” He shook his head. “They won nothing. Their lives were all destroyed; every last one of them. So what victory could they possibly gain from that?” 

And he suddenly reached for her, hand attempting to wrap solidly around the column of her neck. 

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Going Back Home | Jacob & Lottie

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"Well Jacob. There has been some disappearances but you know what I think a story about a cat stuck up a tree is better one." Making eye contact with him she tried to calm herself. She wasn’t going to let him dominant her, if she was going to die she’ll do it fighting.  Her heart rate increased dramatically and adrenaline started coursing through her. “I know what you are. Since your going to attack me anyway I might as well let you know that. I’ve only read and studied your type in books. My father told me about how to kill you.” Breathing in deeply she took another step back, “I’m not going to kill you. I don’t agree with killing the supernatural. I only do it when I have to. When I’ve been attacked so if you want me dead, you better start the attack.”  "But you could also prove the stereotypes wrong and not attack me." her voice was calm and she gently took a step forward, "if you kill me you give them a reason to hate you?"

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Jacob tilted his head as he paused momentarily. The alpha werewolf could tell she was trying to remain calm, but he sensed the fear in her. Or at least, that feeling like one was out of their depth, if he had to put a name to it. She wasn’t ready to face his kind, much less Jacob himself. Jacob prided himself on his alpha status, on being Mother’s first. He took a step closer. 

“So you’ve only read and heard about me? Never faced a wolf on your own merit?” Perhaps, then, he wouldn’t kill her. She hadn’t killed any of his kind and he really couldn’t care less about the others in Mother’s family. As she stepped forward, Jacob paused again, his hands--claws protruding--resting at his side, but ready to strike at a moment’s notice, curious as to what her game was.

He shook his head. “They already hate me. They have already taken from me. There is nothing to prove right or wrong. They want a monster, I will give them a monster.” His eyes flashed golden again. 

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#MattBomer:  scans para People Magazine (9 marzo 2015) Full post here

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Neal and his hat! :3

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make me choose: jesse spencer or matt bomer asked by you-me-at-sex

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@LGBTHollywood @MattBomer heading into #familyawards #dashing

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Going Back Home | Jacob & Lottie

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Lottie took a step backwards her hand clutching her dagger now in an automatic response. “I don’t but I’m certainly not here to harm you.” Her brain ran at 100 miles per hour trying to figure something out. She wasn’t ready to die. Not this way. Not here. Not without friends with her.  "Are you a breath tester?" she prayed the humour would help but something told her it was a foolish decision. Charlotte new full well what she was dealing with now. A werewolf and she had never taken one on. She was being thrown head first into a learning experience she didn’t wish to be in. "If you know my name it is only right I know yours? "I’m a journalist. Investigating disappearances of hikers in the woods." moving back even more her hand sweated losening the hard grip she had on her dagger.

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He wondered for a moment if that was true. If she had accidentally stumbled across him and had no intention of trying to harm him. She wouldn't succeed either way; he had enough experience with humans to know how to rip them to pieces. Jacob smirked at her attempt at humorously diffusing the situation, the alpha knowing little would help her. 

"My name? I suppose that's only fair. My name is Jacob." He continued to approach her, slowly and surely, taking his time as she saw her back away. "And I'm sorry. There are no disappearances for you to be concerned over." Jacob moved steadily closer, letting his eyes finally flash the golden color that was their animal default. He could smell her worry, her fear, her anxiety. She was out of her depth here, and Jacob only found that more humorous. He grinned. 

"You're trespassing, little girl." His voice was still soft, still quiet. "I don't like trespassers." 

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Going Back Home | Jacob & Lottie

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Charlotte grew wary of him as she approached more. She knew if a fight ensued she would lose. The stranger was built well and Charlotte did have the advantage of speed but something told her that wouldn’t be enough. The only way out of this situation was to be polite and try to move on.  Nodding in response to him she pointed in the opposite direction, “my friend has been in the forest many times but has never mentioned a cabin!” she was lying and hoped nothing gave her away. Smiling friendly she tried to keep her voice calm, “My friends and I decided to take a walk trying to sober up before we go home” she ran a hand through her hair laughing lightly.  "My name is Charlotte" she chose not to state her last name."I should probably head back, my friends will be getting worried."

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It didn't take a genius to know the girl was lying. Jacob could spot a lie and for a moment, he wondered just what she was doing here. If it was actually an accidental wandering, or if she had a purpose in coming here. The alpha didn't voice those thoughts, however, preferring to keep them to himself. 

He ran his tongue along his teeth, his bright blue eyes staring hard at the girl. He was holding back the need for them to go gold, his wolf wanting to assert itself in the moment. "You have no friends." The words left his lips softly, but clearly, and Jacob knew she'd hear him without any effort. "You are here, alone, and I smell no alcohol on you, Charlotte." Jacob tested the name on his lips and it felt odd. 

"So I'll ask again. What are you doing here?" And Jacob began to descend from the porch, starting to head her way. 

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Family Equality Council (Feb 28, 2015)

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Going Back Home | Jacob & Lottie

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The cabin had survived the test of time but showed its scars. As her feet crunched on the fallen leaves, her mind trailed off wondering why the cabin was there. She knew it wasn’t the cabin of a hunter as it felt like a home and it felt like it was a place that was filled with love. Allowing her eyes to rise to the sky she wondered how much long was left till the sun shone down on her. As she was about to turn a corner she heard the question. It startled her a bit but she turned to face the direction it came from. Seeing the silhouette of a figure leaning over the railing she decided to be polite “Sorry, I was just awe of this cabin. Is it yours?” Stepping, closer she scanned the figure with her eyes. “I can imagine it beautiful here in the day?” She allowed her hand to reassuringly brush over the hilt of her dagger. “Is it cold in the winter?” 

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Jacob noticed the human, his eyes remaining on the female as she started to approach. His tongue ran over his teeth, not yet sharpened to the point of his wolf's. A part of him was tempted to let the girl go; she seemed innocent enough. And yet, she had stumbled across his cabin, for some reason; and Jacob had every intention of keeping the place as secret as possible. 

He nodded. "Yes. It is. Very beautiful." He'd woken to many sunsets on the porch, through the windows, the light streaming over the counters, over the bed. But the light wasn't shining now, and Jacob kept his keen gaze on the wanderer. "But I don't get cold." It was a bit of a lie; he did, in extreme temperatures, but the winter was (rarely) that way for him. He contemplated how to go about killing the wandering female, polite as she was. 

"You have a name, sweetheart?" Her scent filled the air now, and it was all Jacob could think about, his nails slowly sharpening. "Or do I just call you whatever comes to mind?" 

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Going Back Home | Jacob & Lottie

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Lottie was hiking through the woods. She had come here after hearing about the strange disappearances that had been happening lately and was hoping to find the cause of them. Pausing to rub her aching feet she scanned the scenery. Cases like these where her favourite as they allowed her to disappear from human contact and enjoy the beautiful landscapes which she rarely had time for.  As she scanned the area her eyes caught a glimpse of the moon on a window. Curiosity got the better of her and she wandered toward it. The cold wind stirred the leaves around her as she walked concentrating on the reflection. Gradually the cabin came into sight and she quickened her pace. Once, she reached the cabin she allowed her hand to softly touch the wood as she walked around its exterior. 

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Jacob was staring at a couple of the pictures that had fallen, their frames and glass breaking. He wiped the glass away to get a clear view of the picture beneath. Most held his memories of Ruth, of his years with the woman he loved. With the woman he'd had to avenge, her death ripping through him hard. But those hunters had learned what it meant to mess with an alpha-- 

He caught a scent on the air, the sound of footsteps not far from where he stood. Of course, they held a bit of distance, coming from outside his home, but the scent was clear. Human. They didn't hold the wretched stink of a demon, so that calmed Jacob somewhat; he could deal with a human. His eyes gleamed golden briefly at the thought of a hunter intruding on his property, but for all he knew, it was just some random person. In which case, they'd die anyway. 

He stepped past the broken door again, to the porch and circled over to its end, leaning over the railing and spotting a form wandering around his cabin. "Can I help you?" His voice held the slightest bit of gruffness to it, but it was almost unnoticeable.