ᵀᴿᴬᶜᴷᴱᴿ ⁽ ᴬᴾ. ⁾

indie .  selective .  werewolf oc.    heavily based on the twilight saga.

[nghtilk]

                〈      well   ,    look way down the river   ,    what do you think I see    ?          I see a band of angels and          they’re coming after me         ain't   no grave   can hold my body down.

[silvrdazle-blog]

                   FOR HEARTH  AND  HOME !

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“     HERONDALES     ,    I had almost forgotten.        No other family does so much for love    ,     or feels so much guilt for it.       Don’t carry the weight of the world on you  ,   Jace.       It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.    ”

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someone come cuddle and kiss my son.     I need to make more icons so bad so I can do these fucking replies.

[hey-there-little-red-riding-hood]

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Would Cyr ever have a romantic relationship with someone in or around the pack?

mm.  that’s a bit iffy most likely because he wouldn’t understand the feeling of being romantically attached to anyone?  it would be confusing and he wouldn’t know how to express it.  so yes , maybe … it would be complicated as fuck though.    but yeah sure ,  please feel free to ship with the one guy on rez that doesn’t even understand the emotions of what a crush is and gets confused and frustrated because he doesn’t understand what he’s feeling.

[clticfur-blog]

so as sad as it makes me   ( but also kind of happy. )   , if / when Saros finds out that his mother is actually still alive and a few of his dads old pack mates.  he actually   doesn’t return   to them , he stays in La Push with the others.  by that point he’s found where he belongs.  with the pack ,  on the reservation protecting the tribe and protecting the people of forks.        even though he is technically completely different ,    they are his family.          and for him   ,   blood doesn’t make family  ,   loyalty does.

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cyr just having fun with the guys , then moon walks in.  cyr instantly standing up and backing out of the house.

cyr:  guys I gotta go , I hear sam calling. sam:  ... I’m right here. cyr:  *already out the door* SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF BAD RECEPTION.  sam: emily: paul: embry: jared: moon: sam:  stop pricking him with needles.

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saros cyr a man with no fear   ,   except for when it comes to the women of the tribe.     or really.     women in general.

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{   ;   moon locklear

◞           ’     i    believe   in,     if     it    doesn’t    concern   me   —   don’t    ask.      ‘     so    whatever     he    or    the    others    might    be   hiding,    moon’s    intentions    didn’t    go    as    far    as    to    make    sure    dayana    was    safe.     ’    im     mostly     here     if     first    aid     is    needed   ,    so    ?     want    me    to   slap    some    neosporin    on   or   you   good   ?     ‘

        his lips twisted with    AMUSEMENT   ,    darkened eyes shifting to look at her with a vulpine grin.         wincing AWAY      from her grasp his head shook giving a low chuckle.        ❛     ————    as much as I   . . .   admire your work.      I think I'll just     heal on my own.        ————    you've pricked me one too many in just the past few months.      ❜        he rolled his sleeve back down running his fingers through curls with a low grumble of breath.    ❛       plus ya`   kinda   scare me.      ❜

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How does he feel about the tribe? How does he feel about the pack?

         he'll fucking die for them       over and over & over again.            Saros never got to have a family , the Quileute tribe is the first reason he's ever had to feel like he    HAS A HOME.        he enjoys listening to the stories , he enjoys the company of the elders.       it's not just a community to him , IT'S FAMILY.        yes , he wanders from time to time.        he travels to other wolf packs in order to help out.          trying to make up for what he's done but he also provides Sam with the information he finds. and most importantly     HE ALWAYS COMES BACK.         I wouldn't describe Saros as a lone wolf ... but rather a stay cat.          feed him enough and he always returns despite hissing at you constantly.         the Quileute tribe is his home , they are his family , they are his reason for living right now.now his pack whew. he'd die for them , he'd kill for them.          he would tear apart a coven or put himself between them and danger ( again. ).         he feels safe with them.          there isn't a constant fear of oh I could hurt them. yes he is different , he has to turn during certain moons when they don't.          but I'd like to imagine they run with him during that frustrating time.        he enjoys joking with them.         he enjoys being around them.        now the telepathic thing bugs him.        simply because he tends to have a lot of flashbacks and there are things he doesn't want the pack to see.        they make him feel less of a monster and for that he's grateful.        now he constantly feels like he doesn't belong and every day he feels the need to prove himself   ,   to   earn his place.     but other than that , they both gave him a reason for living and because of that , he feels like he owes them his life.

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LITTLE HEADCANONS , no one gives a shit about.

                      because Saros is not originally born of the Quileute tribe he lacks a   home.          originally during his healing processes that lasted for    two months   he stayed with Sam and Emily.         phasing in and out of his form caused some damage and wanting to avoid that   he left   after he was healed.    (  gone for almost a month but eventually wandered back to the pack. )      he does have a roof over his head and stays on reservation with the rest of his pack.          a 24' tiny house that can be easily hooked up to his truck   IN CASE   he takes to the road for pack business travel.          normally not staying it in until he needs sleep or time away from the pack   ,   it originally belonged to his mother.         filled with books and journals   ,   old wood   ,   and a home rustic vibe that brings some sense of comfort.          NORMALLY PARKED      closer to the beach on the reservation but just close enough to come to the packs aid if need be.         far away enough    that if he changes due to the    blood moon   , something the shifters don't have to deal with   ————   he won't cause any harm or damage.

⁃ he attends public classes   OFF   reservation.        although not always entirely comfortable he enjoys some time away.        building some sense of independence and hoping he can gain just a bit more humanity without always having to lean on the guys. ⁃ Saros normally drives a old classic black   1986 CJ7 jeep laredo    when he is taking the pack around or dealing with    other people.       he also rides a 1000 black ducati sport that belonged to his father.       he prefers wearing all black  ,  some plain shirts that seem to be worn to a over soft texture.   but most of the time he is running with the guys   shirtless. ⁃ he knows how to cook ,    and very well.        although he cannot bake and leaves that entirely to Emily he can cook dishes that seem rather out of his league.        his best dishes are his   sinigang ,   ahi poke ,   and   duck confit.

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“ calm down ”

                  TWO WORD STARTERS // SLOWLY accepting.

            being   human   was   different.         walking on glass eggshells to make sure one didn't cause     TOO MUCH FEAR.           he came to class    here    ,   instead of the reservation.     (    maybe not the best idea for the young feral to stay away from his pack    ,   from his alpha. )          without the pack he was DEFENSIVE   ,    silent   ,    always keeping his head down and shaking his leg.           waiting for the last tick to strike and allowing him up and out the class.          HUMANS GREW CURIOUS.            he wasn't pale and made of marble like the Cullen's     but there was    a sense of    mystery.           he didn't much like being surrounded by human beings.            they left a certain ache and irritation    ,    making his temples feel like they were constantly burning.

tongue pressed against the back of his teeth as he gave an irritable    sigh.            grasping onto the words of a story that made him even more irritated.           ROMEO AND JULIET.             the tale of lustful wishful thinking and lack of common sense entirely.           head pressing against curled knuckle his brow quirked at the lecture.          drifting in and out of this reality and into his own.       babbling brooks     and moss covered forest.         a floor full of lush green and fallen giants.           aging so kindly as they returned back into the depth of the earth.         the smack of a ruler bringing him back to the reality of     dull idiocy.          darkened eyes shifting to narrow coldly at the professor only to lean further back in his seat.

                             bubbling snarl !

boiling in his chest   ,   rushing over the iron brim of his    ATTITUDE    and patience.          but her   whisper   behind him brought him to a state of     HUMANITY.           able to grasp the restraints of the beast that so desperately wanted to      TEAR   OPEN   HIS   THROAT.          sink fangs into flesh and tear away   ,   watching the last few breaths as he begged.          hands lowered to hang    behind    his chair.            grasping the metal of the desk which was quickly    SNAPPED.          a louder yet still hushed       (   calm down    ,    CALM DOWN.   ).          there was a sharp intake of breath and slow exhale as he    FORCED    his vulpine smirk only irritating the teacher more and causing him to storm off.            arms of full folding firmly over his chest before peeking over his shoulder at    HER.         giving a gentle nod of thanks   ,   and assurance.

[charmanderdiyoza]

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now , for those wanting a positive relationship with Cyr.  you are signing a contract which states that if anyone ever hurts / insults your muse.  Cyr will kill them.  with little to no hesitation.   he will constantly squint and threaten those around your muse that he doesn’t know and make snappy sarcastic comments.  he will slam their head between the door of his jeep and crush their insides if they hurt your muse.  he will be a very protective boy who has trouble showing his emotions so he just ... yells a lot.

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plotting   /   shipping call :  in which I throw my boy at you and we figure out a pre-establish relationship be it platonic ,  hate  ,  romantic.   personally the awkward first conversations kinda get boring so it’s a skip that and get to the good stuff and start full development.    this also makes it easier to get starters flowing because if I know what’s already there I know how much Cyr can be himself compared to holding himself back , if that makes sense.

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" what happened? "

TWO WORD STARTERS // SLOWLY accepting.

        it came as little surprise when he    lost   control.         it had become a daily occurrence    ,   but in which he took it was the surprise.          normally   able to storm off   ,   turning his back to what angered him and sulking alone.         hunting elsewhere.        BUT  THIS  TIME  WAS  DIFFERENT.         he hadn't lost control because of his anger   ,   but his sense of needing to protect and needing to survive.          pups always wandered ———— he was no exception   nor   was the pup he was following so closely.         THE RANCH OFFERED COMFORT.         a place where he was able to grasp who and what he was   ,   a bit better than   Sam's   Pack.     he hadn't abandoned them   ,   simply took time to adjust   ,   acclimate to his   new   situation.          ( HE DIDN'T LIKE CHANGE. ).          to be human and live as one   ,   was difficult.         THIS  ALPHA  HELPED  WITH  THAT.      it seemed more like a wolf sanctuary rather than training grounds    ——   but it had it's pitfalls.         THIS BEING ONE.        the snap of metal latching onto his paw    SNAPPING    it to the side with razor teeth.

the sound echoing through the trees and bouncing off soil.          it led    THEM   right to him ,    ( hunters. ).         this deep out?          his head lowering as ears pinned down with a snap and snarl of mighty jaws.          swiping and sending one into the trees   ,   spine CRUSHING against the trunk.           his body lowering over the   smaller   wolf that coward in fear   ,    trembling underneath his steady form as he defended his own.         ( HE HAD BECOME A SHIELD. )            BUT EVEN HE COULD ONLY TAKE SO MUCH.          the smash against his skull sending him down on his side long enough for them to    draw closer.          seconds and silver gold hues snapped open with far more    FERAL    burning at the roots.          a swift movement and human throat was between his jaws   ,   fangs smashing     DOWN.            breaking through skin and snapping through bone.         dropping the lifeless body the wolf stood   ,    chest puffing out.           SHOT GUN SHELLS RUNG.

it may have been   ,   minutes   closer to an hour before he came limping back.          pup hanging from his jaws tail tucked between legs.           the rush of the alpha causing him to pause and drop the    perfectly fine    youngling. BUT HE WAS NOT SO FINE.         one eye closed and bleeding   ,   a shattered back leg   ,   knife wounds covering his torso.          YET HE WAS ALIVE.         his heart thudding hard against his chest as he felt the       shift back.    bones tearing through skin in order to reshape to the more human appearance.           head dipping back with a heavy sigh of     relief.          somehow not   as   pitiful looking in this state.           he continued to sit on knees before giving the alpha a     WICKED   vulpine like smirk. a snicker under his breath.           ❛    ————      we may have a ...   slight    problem   ... old man.     ❜