indie werewolf oc.

[xuxszx]

Marshall makes me crazy 😏

[stilesedit]

It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether.

[darkesthowl]

( Scott ;; ):

Scott enjoyed the larger man clinging to him. He held Callum close and took a deep breath of his beta’s scent. He’d missed that smell so much. He bitterly remembered the way that scent faded from the house, from his clothes, and from his bed as time went on. Eventually, it had disappeared entirely. But Callum was back now, and it felt like a hole in his heart was finally knitting itself closed again. “They couldn’t hurt me more than by taking you away, dummy.” He teased, rubbing his cheek into the older man’s hair. He sighed and met Callum’s stare. He held onto Callum’s wrists, keeping the older man close and letting out a soft sigh. “I’m glad you did. You just disappearing like that was killing me.”

               A soft whimper escaped his throat and he had to close his eyes since Scott’s gaze was too intense after all this time. It made his skin tingle with electricity, his stomach fluttering with all the emotions he’d been pushing away all this time. ❛ I doubt that. I’ve seen what they can do and... I’d rather see you with a broken heart than a broken neck. ❜ Callum stepped closer until his chest was touching Scott’s and he wrapped his arms around him. All this solid, warm strength. Home, he thought and nuzzled Scott’s neck. ❛ I’m sorry, though. It was killing me, too. I never stopped thinking about you. ❜  In fact, it was the only thing that kept him alive while he was with the hunters.❛ Was there... I mean... was there someone else? I’m not blaming you or anything. I just... I want to know. ❜ 

[darkesthowl]

( Hayls ;; ):

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊  he knew all too well at his comedic timing, she rolled her eyes with a snicker under her breath.  “ As will you if you keep it up. ”  She had comedic chops herself, smiling up kindly at him before offering a quick wink. He wouldn’t get the worst of it this go around. Swiping away the small boy’s tears, she grinned when their son mimicked her actions and began to talk to each other in a way only kids could. Hands rested on her knees as she straightened up, shaking her head to the idea of them taking a kid home with them while her eyes scanned the park.  “ I doubt that would be a good idea, especially if his mom or dad are looking for him. Just imagine if someone had come across little Cal before us. ”  No, taking him home would give his parents a heart attack in an instance. Her smile widened at the sight of Cal lowered down near the two, seeing the little nod of both their heads with the mention of hunger.  “ Guess it’s a good thing I packed extra. ”

Leading them all away from the fray, she settled down near a tree that cast a nice shadow over the ground and opened the bag she brought with food inside. A little container of fruit for their son and his newest friend to share together was set between them. She held another up to Cal when he neared, nodding to the empty spot near her. “ It wouldn’t be a fun day out without a little bit of chaos. We met thanks to chaos, you know? It’s bound to follow us wherever we go too. ”

               He sighed heavily and scratched the back of his neck before he sat down next to Hayley. Thankfully their little guest seemed to have calmed down as he was digging into the fruits as if there was no tomorrow. Hopefully no one would choke on a grape or something. Callum took an apple slice and munched on it highly concentrated while his gaze flickered between the two boys and the people cluttering the playground. ❛ Okay, you’re right. We can’t take a strange kid home with us. But how do we find his parents? There’s people everywhere ❜, he said with his mouth full. Instinctively he scooted a little closer to Hayley; as if he was afraid she could disappear as well.

               ❛ I wouldn’t mind a day without chaos following us. Especially when it includes lost little boys and a park full of potential pedophiles ❜, he mumbled and leaned his head on his wife’s shoulder. Feeling her warm skin always helped to soothe him — maybe it could also help him think and find a solution to this mess. It was then that their own little boy climbed into his lap to offer one of the cut up strawberries to him. Callum grinned. ❛ Thank you. It’s very nice to share, Peanut. Mmmh, yummy! Do you have one for mommy as well? ❜, he asked with a wink and nodded towards Hayley.   

[tomhordy]

Henry Cavill as Marshall NIGHT HUNTER (2018)

[darkesthowl]

" this secret. it doesn't protect us. it kills us. " -sam

          ❛ Fuck. ❜ Usually he was the one for loud curses, tantrums and throwing things in the heat of his temper. This one however was quiet. Almost inaudible. Whatever it was it had been stewing between them for weeks, months now and there was no energy left in him to yell or rage. With a heavy sigh he let his head hang, shoulders sagging right before he slowly turned around to face Sam. ❛ I won’t, Sam. This secret exist for a reason. To protect people. To protect us. We both know what happens when people know about our existence. ❜ He pushed one hand into his hair and tugged, the soft sting on his scalp helping him to focus. ❛ Yes I do love this town but I won’t do this, Sam. I won’t. ❜ There was a sad smile on his lips but he shook his head in determination — and stubborness. ❛ I rather be killed by a secret than a bullet through my head. ❜ 

[darkesthowl]

" when you first saw me, what did you think? " -reid

               A soft smile played around the corners of his lips. It was a fond memory, one he treasured more than anything else ( along with all the other memories of Reid ). Callum licked his lips and lifted his hand to cup Reid’s face ; soft and warm and alive. ❛ Do you want to know the real first thought or the romantic version of what happend? ❜, he returned the question with a grin. Of course nothing was ever as poetic as it was described in movies and books and the endless line of lovesongs. ❛ Well, I thought I saw an angel, a broken and yet still beautiful angel. Someone who would never notice me let alone stoop to talk to me. And that you were cute. ❜  Once again he grinned widely and pressed a quick peck to the tip of Reid’s nose. ❛ Now you have to guess what’s the real and what the romantic version. ❜ 

[darkesthowl]

mccallofthewild​:

Scott crossed his arms over his chest, frowning at the larger man. He didn’t like the sound of anyone threatening the muscular beta. He sighed, wrapping his arms around Callum’s shoulders and pulled the big beta’s head to his shoulder when he stood up again. “You should know better than to leave. I guess you went with them then? What happened? You’ve been gone for so long…” He murmured, his nails scratching at the older wolf’s scalp. It was hard to stay mad at him when he knew that Callum was telling him the truth.

               He clung to the back of Scott’s shirt and inhaled his scent. God, how he missed him. Scott’s scent immediately gave him a sense of home and belonging and security. Callum closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being held by his alpha; and not being pushed away. ❛ Of course I went with them! I didn’t have a choice — they were threatening you. I would never let them hurt you ❜, he added in a whisper before he buried his face even deeper on Scott’s neck. ❛ Apparently they didn’t like that I got away the first time so they decided to, well, make up for the lost years. I really don’t wanna talk about this now just... I got away. And made sure they wouldn’t come after you again. ❜  Slowly he lifted his head, cupped Scott’s face and looked deep into his eyes. ❛ I had to come back to you. ASAP. ❜ 

[darkesthowl]

woodsbled​:

@darkesthowl​ said: ‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’                                  between you and these bones. ┊  (accepting)

                  A POIGNANT way of putting it, Dvalinn cannot help but think as the two of them shelter out of the bright autumn sun. Or, should be autumn. The sun is always warmer, harsher, clearer for Dvalinn’s presence, the grass always greener, the trees always thicker with life as they sway with the slow-crawling breeze drifting lazily by. All is peaceful, a moment of summer in the encroaching cold–but his companion, as it seems, is anything but peaceful. The spirit is quiet as he gazes long and pensive around the planes of the other man’s face, the colour of his eyes; and his brow furrows minutely when he finds each of them to appear troubled. ‘…But what feeling blooms there within you? Does your heart flower with joy and sun as the trees in summer, or does your heart crawl with thorns. With dread, or with sorrow? Pain?’

                   A huff spins from his broad chest, gloved hand riding its palm absently along the grass bending in the wind. ‘I ask even with the suspicion that I might already know. You are troubled, aren’t you?’ A glance, a blink. Invitation brightens Dvalinn’s eyes. ‘If it suits you, tell me why. I might be of use to you.’

               Callum rolled to his side, his hands idly running over the full grass beneath him. It was soothing, the soft and yet sharp edges sending soft shivers through his fingertips right through is body. It had always been a bliss to be in the woods; connect with nature — and yet it never helped to ease the pain. ❛ Thorns. So many of them. Thick and sharp and ugly ❜, he replied in a whisper. The man next to him gave him the same feeling as the grass; soothing and yet sharp. His voice was pleasant but his questions cut right into his core. For a reason he didn’t quite understand yet it felt almost... natural to open up and expose the raw wound that was his heart for the past decade. Slowly he tilted his head up once again to look at Dyalinn. The light breeze ruffled their hair and made Callum sigh gently. 

               ❛ Everytime I come back here it feels like I’m bleeding inside. ❜ Callum closed his eyes and licked his lips. So many years and yet he couldn’t talk about it without choking up. Carefully he fisted the grass, ripping out individual blades he crushed between his fingers. ❛ Talking about it doesn’t make it any better. There’s just this gigantic... hole inside my chest and I’m afraid it’s growing; spreading and blooming like a flower. ❜ He swallowed heavily. ❛ An ugly flower. ❜ Another sigh followed before he rolled over to the other side, turning his back toward Dyalinn. ❛ I’m sorry. I don’t want to burden you with my problems. Forget about it. ❜  

[dylanholyhellobrien]

“This may be a sad chapter, but you are not a sad story.” [x]

[persephonememes]

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You’ve tasted the power. How can you not want more? ❜

❛ What is it you care about so much? ❜

❛ If you’d like to see what I’m capable of, just watch. ❜

❛ None of us are worth saving unless we’re all worth saving. ❜

❛ You are the heart of this Pack. Without you, it’s nothing. ❜

❛ So maybe they’re wrong. Maybe this whole system of rules is wrong. ❜

❛ This secret. It doesn’t protect us. It kills us. ❜

❛ There is no middle ground. I don’t make these rules. ❜

❛ You left me to fend for myself and nothing is resolved? ❜

❛ I think it’s understated, with a hint of whimsy. ❜

❛ You’re asking me to risk everything. ❜

❛ When you first saw me, what did you think? ❜

❛ What the hell is that supposed to mean? ❜

❛ You’re chasing the wrong enemy. ❜

❛ I hate that it took me so long to find you. ❜

❛ Hidden military bases aren’t supposed to be easy to find. If I could I would, but I can’t fly around looking for red roofs and lavender. ❜

❛ You witches and your talk of communing with nature and you don’t know enough not to wear heels in the forest. ❜

❛ I just feel so powerless. ❜

❛ You want to end this now? ❜

❛ It’s sort of like a gin hangover. Or, worse, schnapps. ❜

❛ It’s like a witchy Skype call or witchy Face Time. ❜

❛ I don’t believe in ghosts and neither do you, right? ❜

❛ I don’t laugh at much anymore. ❜

❛ Everyone’s afraid of something, even the devil. ❜

❛ I’m from nowhere and even I wouldn’t say this place is somewhere. ❜

❛ You sacrificed our love for my life. ❜

❛ Seems a waste. All this history, torched if we go down. ❜

❛ Say what you really need to say. ❜

❛ Neither of us can change the past. ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ You gave us quite a scare. ❜

❛ I’m so scared. My heart’s going to explode. ❜

❛ I have to get out of here! ❜

❛ I’ll come back for you when I can. ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ Are you mad? It’s all gone to hell in a handbasket. ❜

❛ Better to face the music. Even if it is a swan song. ❜

❛ I hear you’ve had a change of heart. ❜

❛ You always were such a serious child. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ Just one more thing I need to fix. ❜

❛ I’ll be right back. ❜

❛ I’m going to miss the hell out of you. ❜

❛ Did you sleep? ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I convinced myself that one morning I would just wake up and they’d be there. ❜

❛ What we have here is violence and death. ❜

❛ Of course I’m angry! How can you you be so complacent? ❜

❛ Being consumed with bloodlust is not in your nature. ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ Everything’s different now. ❜

[dylsexual]

[darkesthowl]

( Scott ;; ):

Scott closed the door behind Callum. Part of him had, of course, wanted to slam the door in his face. He wanted push Callum away. But he knew the other man better than that. The larger wolf wasn’t his father. He hadn’t left because he didn’t want them. And he didn’t come back to try to force himself back into their life. He’d come with an apology in mind first. He came back with a purpose. “You shouldn’t have.” Scott agreed, taking the flowers and leading Callum into the kitchen as he listened to the larger man’s explanation. He kept his eyes on the older wolf as he cut the flower stems to put them into some water for his mom. “You shouldn’t have.” He agreed easily, setting the flowers on the table and turning back to Callum. “So what do they have to do with this?”

               This wasn’t easy to talk about and if he was honest he had no idea where to start. Taking a deep breath he played with the edges of the table cloth. ❛ They threatened to kill you. All of you ❜, he replied so softly that he barely heard his own voice. Callum’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head. ❛ I saw them one day at the mall. They were just... there. Like normal people. But I knew they were looking for me and boy, was I right. ❜ Callum huffed a laugh and shook his head. ❛ A few nights later they came to the bar. I swear, I have no idea how they found me after all these years... Anyway, they made it very clear that I should’ve died a long time ago. ❜ He ran is fingers through his hair and got up again. It was impossible for him to sit still. ❛ Of course I had no interest in getting murdered but they had a very convincing argument. If I didn’t come with them, they would rid Beacon HIlls of the Supernatural. All of it. Wolves, Banshee, shifters of all forms... ❜ Finally he was able to look at Scott again. ❛ I couldn’t let them hurt you. Not you. ❜      

[darkesthowl]

( Hayls ;; ):

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐒  meant as a way to escape the confines of home.  She thought it would give him the reprieve he needed, while also giving their son a way to exert the boundless energy he had in his tiny body. She couldn’t imagine that so many other families would have the same thought in mind, or worst, that she would lose their son in the fray of bodies. Instincts dictated her movements, stepping away from his side in an effort to lay eyes on tiny Cal. By the time she caught up to him, laughing at the way he spotted her and ran off with a trail of giggles left in his wake, she would return to find a young boy staring up at her much taller husband. Balancing their son on her hip, she watched as Cal looked around for the child’s parent, looking caught off guard in the attempt.

She moved closer to the pair, setting Cal down to play with a new comrade as Hayley scanned the area for any sight of a frantic parent. None were in immediate sight. “Think we should keep him company for awhile? Or is this a lot… I know it’s not the quiet afternoon we had in mind.” There was still a picnic packed and waiting. They could easily find a spot away from the fray to seek that calm day they were hopeful for.

               Panic rose inside of him when the little boy’s lip started to quiver. He didn’t want to scare him but this whole situation was a little overwhelming.Thankfully Hayley came back and instinctively he took a step toward her — as if he wanted to hide behind his wife. But the little boy was tearing up now and he couldn’t just leave the poor guy alone. ❛ We can’t just leave him here. Look, he’s leaking! ❜, he mumbled and pointed at the boy whose cheeks were covered in salty tears by now. ❛ Wait a second... where’s our spawn?! ❜, he added as an afterthought, his gaze already flickering around frantically; thankfully he caught sight of their little one right beside him, happily doing... whatever he was doing with one of his friends. Honestly, he had no idea what they were doing but it happened with a lot of giggled ans gibberish.

               ❛ We cant’ take a strange kid home with us, right? ❜ Maybe it sounded like a stupid question but his parents had taken a lot of orphans in over the years to place them in good homes. Maybe this tiny one here had been abandoned? ❛ We should feed him. He looks hungry. Are you hungry? ❜, he asked the boy and crouched in front of him to make himself less intimidating. He looked over his shoulder at his wife and sighed heavily. ❛ When is there ever a quiet afternoon with our family? Apparently we attracted the chaos. ❜    

[darkesthowl]

wolfvirago​:

@darkesthowl​

When was the last time a wolf had passed through her woods? Probably not since her mother died. She had been the matriarch, protecting the woods with a power Robin had never known. The same power slept in her, too, but she wasn’t aware of it.

Her first instinct had been to try to make nice with the passerby, only to hear his growl. Instincts changed. This was her home, if he wanted it, she would fight.

Robin let out a low, warning growl, hunched over. Her hackles rose, fur bristling. Tail held high and straight. She was warning him to back off.

               Fangs bared, hackles raised, he uttered a deep and low growl when he approached the female wolf. Her scent was tickling his nose and he sneezed a couple of times before he shook his head and dug his claws into the forest ground. Leaves and twigs crushed under his paws but his attention was solely on the wolf in front of him.His tail swooped from left to right, his fur bristling.

               For a second his gaze swiped her body and he wondered if he could take her down if it came ot it. But if he was honest with himself, he didn’t want to fight her. Even though his gums itched because he wanted to bury his fangs into something he didn’t want to hurt her; let alone fight her for her territory. So instead of pouncing at her, Callum slowly lowered himself to the ground, his ears pressed flat against the back of his head.

               Despite him snarling like his life depended on it, he didn’t move but stayed flat on the ground, making himself as small as possible to show that he wasn’t a threat to her. At least not an immediate one. 

[gunnarstahl]

Henry Cavill as Marshall in Night Hunter (Nomis)

[darkesthowl]

( Scott ;; ):

Scott sighed, taking the flowers and putting his hand over Callum’s lips. Still as soft as ever. “Stop. I’m not going to let you embarrass yourself groveling out here. Come inside and talk to me.” He ordered, stepping to the side to let Callum into the house. “Something tells me you have a lot of explaining to do. I hope you do, at least.”

               He simply nodded and followed Scott inside, hands hidden in his pockets, head lowered. This wasn’t easy and he still felt incredibly nervous talking about it. But, on the plus side, Scott didn’t tell him to get lost. He was willing to hear what Cal had to say. And that was a start. So he took a deep breath and followed Scott into the kitchen; everything still looked the same and the feeling of coming home was soothing. ❛ Yeah, I do have a lot of explaining to do. And... I’d like to start with I’m sorry again. I’m really, really sorry, Scott. I should’nt have left without a word. That was wrong. ❜ He looked Scott in the eyes. ❛ Remember that I told you about how my family was killed by hunters? Well... last year... they came here. To Beacon Hill. ❜