* WEREWOLF

IONA REID. est sept '19

[nihtfrowann]

The  moon  is  a  loyal  companion.  It   𝐍 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑   leaves.  It’s  always  there,  watching,  steadfast,  knowing  us  in  our  light  and  dark  moments,  changing  forever  just  as  we  do.  Every  day  it’s  a  different   version of  itself.  Sometimes  weak  and  wan,  sometimes   𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆   and  full  of  light.  The  moon  understands  what  it  means  to  be  human.  Uncertain.  Alone.  Cratered  by   𝐈 𝐌 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 𝐒. 

  ind. sel. multi. ft. women from: ACOTAR, ADOW, WESTWORLD, TOLKIEN, VIKINGS & MEDICI THE MAGNIFICENT ©

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾       beastingtm·:

       SHE WAS BEGINNING TO FEEL like the dirt under his nails and he hated it. Vincent doesn’t even know what it is she wants from him. He perhaps also doesn’t wish to know. Preferably, he wants for her to forget he ever existed, and in return he wants to forget they have ever met. Vincent could feel his fury pull at his nerves and he hates it. The very moment he loses control over himself, she would likely just regret pushing him so far. He doesn’t want for it to happen. He knows he won’t forgive himself if it does…

       “This isn’t about trying! This is about you leaving me alone – stop putting your nose in places it shouldn’t go. It’ll get both of us killed. I don’t care if you don’t care about my life, but you make it sound like you care about yours, so for the sake of your own: leave me alone and don’t come looking for me, ever.”

                𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴   𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳   𝙱𝚈   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙼𝙰𝙽’𝚂   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃   𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃   𝚃𝙾   𝙿𝚄𝚂𝙷   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚈     -was her offer of help truly that disrespectful ? Finally she could feel the smile on her lips falter, a more serious look appearing across her features. One Iona did not like, truth be told, but was necessary during certain occasions, it seemed.

     ❝   They call you a beast, and for a good reason, I assume.   ❞     Masses of creatures dwelled this earth   &   she was one of them. In fact, they were not that different. She had been called a beast countless of times. Not a lot of people understood what she was, despite the many stories, including modern fiction, that told about her kind                           werewolves. The wolf genes inside her were more dominant, giving her, and others like her, the ability to change at will. Only completely losing control during the full moon                            the one time during the month people would not want to bump into her.

     ❝   Not that special in my book, however you are the first of your kind I have come across. Now I have your scent it will be difficult to get rid of it, Vincent. You can run all you want, but I am only here to help.   ❞

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾    @fangedpeace​​​​ asked the moon:                      “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ”

                    𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙸𝚁𝙴𝚂   -   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙻𝚈   𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼   ?     -yes, she could. Heck, she was married to one                            Iona briefly chided herself for even daring to doubt that. Seconds lost, again quick to look over her shoulders. Hunters were about, lurking in the dark of night. Centuries would pass, but these things would never change   &   why, the she-wolf sometimes asked herself.     there would always be rotten apples ruining it for others.     ❝   But where would we go ?   ❞     Plenty of safe houses out and about, but to reach them would still be quite a challenge at this point.     ❝   I do not trust the night tonight.   ❞     How had it gotten this far ?

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾       shehound·:

                     ❛  i know, right?  ❜   baring a toothy grin, mandy allowed for the topic to rest lest she get carried away completely. instead, she studied the other with piqued curiosity.   ❛  you know a lot of wolves in the area?  ❜   or any other creature, for that matter.

                 𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰   𝙽𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙳   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳   𝚂𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙻𝚈     -but at the same time her shoulders were raised in a small shrug. Yes, she knew plenty of them, although all of them were male. Female wolves still seemed rather rare                            or she just hadn’t been so lucky to bump into a lot of them.     ❝   I know a few, yes. I have lived here most of my life. They took me in, in a way, when I fled my own sire because I loathed the man.   ❞

[promptfairy]

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

[reveriiea]

        “ What will you do? ”

                                            “ Show them what a 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 looks like. “ 

[fearolc]

oh yikes   the p.orn bots found this little cub

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  @gorgns​​​ asked the moon:                       “ every single day , i fight another war . ”

               𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽’𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈   𝙰𝙻𝙻   ?     -yet pity surfaced, features softening as but an inaudible sigh was pushed past coloured lips. She knew what it was like to fight, to battle day after day in hope for survival                              and what for ? Spoiled she felt now, having stepped out of the shadows, accepting a life away from the streets and dark alleyways she had called home before. A warm bed could feel as such a luxury   &   it was something Iona would never take for granted. Thus a gentle smile was summoned, understanding washing into the back of her eyes.     ❝   I can feel that part of that war is against yourself, which hurts, I know. We have all fought it, most still do. But for one who has lived as long as you have, why let it conquer you ?   ❞

[promptfairy]

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

some lyrics slightly modified.

“  it’s just another day to pretend.  ” “  emotions are too much for me.  ” “  every single day,  i fight another war.  ” “  i lead my life within a lie.  ” “  i’m not ill,  i’m just driven.  ” “  underneath it all,  we’re all human beings.  ” “  don’t fuck with me,  hoe.  ” “  every single night,  i feel more powerful.  ” “  the less you feel,  the more you know.  ” “  i’m human,  too.  ” “  you should never be ashamed to have it all.  ” “  i’m not here for love tonight.  ” “  you’ve come a long way.  ” “  come on,  talk to me.  ”  “  your bullshit ain’t fooling me.  ” “  i didn’t even leave my house last week.  ” “  i see you watching me.  ” “  i’m doing this for myself only.  ” “  you’re so forgettable.  ” “  i know i can do better than them.  ” “  nobody’s gonna shine like you   &   me.  ” “  they think that i’m crazy.  ” “  burn bright,  don’t burn out.  ” “  i never would have guessed that we’d be friends.  ” “  what if it all went away today?  ” “  i’m just like you.  ” “  i know what you did last night.  ” “  what’s another life out of seven billion?  ” “  i got a hundred tabs open in my mind.  ”

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾       fangedpeace·:

        “ Blood or not he’s still 𝐌𝐘 brother. ”  Thumbs hooked in the edge of his dark jeans, a single finger tapping on his thigh as he waited impatiently for her to talk. Vlad’s eyebrows were raised while looked 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 at her. He wasn’t very tall, but just like his father Vlad was stuck in a perpetual cycle of arrogance. It didn’t matter how tall he was, he’d still look down on people when a challenge was flaunted in his face.

He knew Wolfie belonged to another world, his little brother was half 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 … just like Vlad had once been half human. Their Mother ━ no, Magda, had always been so quick to leave him behind when he became a nuisance. Patrick sure didn’t seem to notice if he was missing or not. Wolfie had just become an 𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓.  

He was an accident that people only cared about when it became beneficial to them. And now? hearing that a pack wanted to take him in. Well, Vlad couldn’t help but stand in the way.  “ He belongs here with us as much as, you think, he does with you ”  stern, the young vampire stood straight  “ he’s not goin’ anywhere. ”

                   𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂   𝙵𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾   𝙸𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝚁     -actually it was something akin to admiration that appeared on the woman’s features. Who was she to tell anyone where they belonged ? She, too, had fled her former pack because she felt unwelcome, unappreciated. For decades she had roamed the streets as a rogue, a homeless girl surviving with whatever she could find out on the streets. Dire situations had forced her to join another                         but she had found family there, even a father figure in the Alpha, while her own father had been brutally murdered by her former.

     ❝   I am not here to take him from you, boy. On the contrary.   ❞     Would she give up on her own daughter ? Born from a werewolf   &   mortal with vampiric blood mixing with his own. Her little girl, Ylva, had been a rare case, and although she took after her mother, she belonged to neither a pack, nor vampiric coven.     ❝   We merely want to help him, like many of us have been helped once.   ❞     It was not easy to live without guidance                           Iona could tell from experience.     ❝   No one will force him to join anything, but for a young cub like him none of this must be easy. We are all brothers and sisters, no matter if blood connects us. That is what a pack is about.   ❞

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾       ulfhrafnx‌:

                    she’d yet to earn her place and it shows in the manner lira regards her, carefully considering her request. she was young, far too young to live with such raw power. youth was both a danger and a disadvantage to their kind. it made them reckless, fueled only by their urges and often times difficult to lead as a result. she’d been there long ago , and she’d raised her fair share of whelps through out the centuries, each more rambunctious than the last, but even in spite of this chaotic disposition she senses the young she wolf poses no threat.

       it would be reckless to stir trouble in a den as united as her own, as seasoned, any wolf would be truly foolish to try.  she has others to think of first when making decisions such as these. there was order to maintain, the livelihood of the pack overall to consider. lira wasn’t in the habit of playing favorites, or taking in every stray off the street, but she wasn’t entirely heartless either.  

    ❝ —– if you’d like food and board, pup,  you’ll have to pull your weight. what are you good at ? we can start there and see how it goes.  ❞

                𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙷𝚂   𝙳𝙸𝙳   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂𝚂   𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙻𝚈   ?     -time had almost made the girl forget. Her time spend back at the farm                            animals surrounding her   &   the laughter of her family. Forgotten   &   because of what ? The brutal murder of her family, her own change. Oh- the girl had belonged to a pack once, but her so-called brothers had never accepted her as a sister amongst them. She had fled the Scottish highlands, chosen for a life out on the streets. Freedom came with a large price, it seemed.

     ❝   I have always lived on a farm-   ❞     Came in a soft, perhaps even embarrassed mutter. She did not possess the strength her biological brothers once had- her body stuck in that of a young woman, never having reached the age of eighteen before the wolf had found her.     ❝   I know how to tend to animals- but perhaps that is all I can offer for help.   ❞     Even the way the world changed around them was something she had not been able to keep up with.     ❝   I can not offer much in return, it seems.   ❞

[theboatbuilderswife]

when 2 minutes of vlad the impaler in caos was already better than the entire bbc’s dracula series

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾       beastingtm·:

       SHE CONTINUED BEING SO adamant about her intentions, it struck a nerve with Vincent. It shouldn’t be anyone’s intention to even want to look out for him. It shouldn’t be on her mind. He had enough people caring for him in the likes of only J.T. and it would always be the only pair of hands he will need to support himself. The less people Vincent meddles with, the less blood he could possibly get on his hands. Regardless of what she’s been through, what Vincent was going through he didn’t consider any of her concerns.

        A growl laid in the base of his throat when Vincent jerked his head back to look at her – she was met with the threat of a uncommon, bright golden shimmer burning in his eyes. It held nothing similar with the deep and gentle brown which would commonly grace his features. No, it was a glimpse of the beast. It laid thickly in the restlessness of Keller’s voice when he finally spoke up.

        “–You’re supposed to leave ! – Save yourself!” Vincent exhaled a deep sigh afterwards. It was filled with frustration, alongside exhaustion. He knows there is the fire within him – he knows he is slipping out of control, Vincent brought up his hand, and rubbed its back against his lips before he diverted his gaze. The gold was slowly fading and making way again, for natural deep brown warmth.

                  𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃   𝙷𝙸𝙽𝚃   𝙾𝙵   𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁   𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂      -he was a different kind of creature, but a creature nonetheless. For a split second the only thought that crossed her mind was if she would look more fierce if her eyes changed together with her transformation. No, it was a soft chuckle that fled her lips, although she could very well understand the dire nature of the entire situation. As said before- she too had been hunted, quite literally even. With pitchforks and axes, guns and crossbows. Internet and modern media was a different enemy they now shared.

     ❝   You do not scare me- if that was your intention,   ❞     Iona hummed softly.     ❝   You are certainly not the only different thing that walks these streets.   ❞     Hidden amongst the shadows, some in plain sight.  She, too, had found her path   &   learned to live alongside whatever could be found out there. Hidden, yes, but happy enough to help those who might need it.     ❝   I have seen enough shit, trust me. I have seen my parents get murdered by those who made me into what I am. I have wandered these streets without a roof over my head for decades, living from what I could find in trashcans. Honestly- try me.   ❞

[shock]

[fearolc]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  @lordelkhart​​ asked the moon:                        I see you've visited the leatherworker.

               𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂   𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙳   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙾𝚆𝙽      -leather resting on the vanity table right in front of her. Eyes then closed, a gentle chuckle fleeing past her lips as she gave another attempt to dry the tips of her hair.     ❝   You may thank Henry, for he directed me to him.   ❞     Iona admitted, lowering the towel to her lap just to rest her hand on top of the collar made, thumb gently dragging across the edges.     ❝   I thought you would appreciate it’s craftsmanship. The man is quite skilled indeed.    ❞     The intense black colour was beautiful, even she had to admit.     ❝                       do you want to try ?   ❞

[theboatbuilderswife]

branch-runes   shall   you   know   if   you   would   heal   the   sick   and   close   the   worst   of   wounds;   carve   them   on   the   bark   of   a   𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉   𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒   with   eastward-bending   branches.

             ind.   sel.   𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓰𝓪   from   History’s   Vikings   ↟   Est.   April   ‘15

[fearolc]

lordelkhart·:

fearolc·:

for sinday let it be known that Iona does like to wear a leather collar for her hubby.

I was summoned?

HUBBY BUBBY