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post battle high.

@feydaeyong

he knew the other werewolf was going to submit before he felt muscles relaxing under his teeth, clenched to pin a body to the ground yet not quite harsh enough to pierce skin. jiayi had gotten used to this by now. he knows what signs to watch for, what weaknesses to recognize. he’s been at this for months by now; if he wasn’t improving then he wouldn’t have lasted... and a brand new wallet would not be thick with cash won from previous fights. he’s come out on top of more than he’s lost lately, though the advantage of being underestimated has long been stripped away by a new reputation for being clever and stronger than one might think.

truth be told, he’s relived when tonight’s opponent finally backs down, relaxing to the point where jiayi lets go and the other stays still, throat exposed as a white flag of surrender. he huffs, raises his head and tail in a position of dominance despite the complaint of sore muscles. there’s wild cheers around him and when the other wolf finally stands, he licks at jiayi’s muzzle submissively. the victory is confirmed.

an excited bark turns into a whoop of excitement when jiayi shifts back to his human form, pulling a robe over his nakedness for the sake of the audience rather than his own modesty. they cheer along with him and despite his aches and the bloody rip in his shoulder that nearly cost him the fight, he’s never felt better or more alive. the high of victory races through his veins stronger than any drug could, a breathless laugh on his lips even when his celebrations are over and someone is ushering him out of the arena to make way for the next matchup.

daeyong is here. jiayi has been aware of that all night, a quiet reminder even in the most demanding parts of his fight. daeyong is here and he’s watching the fight and jiayi won. he bounds up to him as soon as he locates him among the crowd, as if he ever lost track of him, as if his scent and his voice haven’t been lingering in jiayi’s mind since they first had to split up, jiayi to prepare for the fight and daeyong to join the audience. he’s still dressed only in the robe, still grinning wildly. jiayi knows he’s gross, covered in sweat and dirt and blood, but he doesn’t care. he pulls daeyong in for a kiss before anyone can stop him with excited sort of urgency, as if he can share the energy and adrenaline with him through their lips.

he breaks away only becuase he can’t speak otherwise. so what if others might be watching them; jiayi can only revel in their jealousy right now. nothing can dampen his good mood. “what did you think?” if his tail was a part of his human form, it would be wagging a mile a minute like an excited pup looking for praise. “god, that was fun. and pays for dinner and drinks tonight, wherever you want. unless you prefer the ‘good old days’ and dumpster diving for scraps, then you’re on your own.” he laughs, an excited bark of a sound, and runs a hand through his own hair, wrinkling his nose only briefly when it catches on partially coagulated blood. it reminds him that he should probably at least rinse off before they go anywhere.

#feydaeyong #p: post battle high

ooc update!

hey y’all! i don’t know if anyone noticed i haven’t posted in a while but because i haven’t, i just wanted to give a quick update before i get back into the swing of things.

long story short, you haven’t seen any new posts from jiayi because i kind of lost my direction with him for a while. he’s still a really fun muse, but his original purpose got derailed over time and it became really difficult to stay motivated to write with him. i’m giving it another shot before i can call it and declare the time of death though! i wasn’t ready to part with him just yet.

this is also a plot call! please send me a message or like this post if you’re interested in plotting with wolfboy jiayi; i’m really looking forward to getting him involved again!

under the cut i’m gonna post a few updates and plotting i’ve been able to do with previous connections/in progress connections during my dash absence. hopefully this can help inspire some new connections and plots as well!! (anything that may seem lore-relevant was run by the admin and approved btw)

#.ooc #just a quick update on what's happened since we disappeared from dash #also a plot call.... please

rock bottom.

jessicafey:

though jessica is relatively ‘new’ to the heightened senses that come with being a werewolf, there’s no mistaking the difference in the overall air of the city. there’s a certain way that it feels heavy with tension, a rubber band likely to snap at any given moment. it has her on edge too, the hair on the back of her neck standing on edge with every mildly tense encounter. as if she can counteract the feeling and distract herself, jess digs in to her daily routine, baring down on anything she’s deemed ‘normal’ and praying its enough to keep her from scratching the itch that her wolf gives her.

ever since the attack, it’s harder to drown out the sounds of everyday life, let alone the ones she didn’t hear before. headphones have become her favorite friend, familiar and comforting and all too easy to fall into distraction with. still, that doesn’t stop her nose, the scents of the city and overpowering perfumes or general odor bombarding her senses as if she’ll never smell truly clean air ever again.

jessica is torn between acknowledging the benefits or disparaging a lifestyle that was forced upon her. it tears her mind into two, debating back and forth with herself when she’s not focusing on classwork or her internship duties. it doesn’t help that her brother, oblivious as he is, constantly updates her on anything supernatural, the latest helping of which includes hefty warnings about staying away from any of her friends that seem to be acting odd, that there’s territory fights between the werewolves and to keep her phone on her at all times. ironic, that he hasn’t yet figured out his own sister is one of the beings he hunts.

pulled from her thoughts by the smell of fresh blood, jessica’s head whirls around in search of it, following an unfamiliar path in spite of her inner voice telling her not to. in spite of the new changes she’s undergone, it’s always been jessica’s nature to help anything in need, unable to stand the suffering knowing that she might make a difference. just once, she follows her nose, right to the bloodied body of a werewolf, mauled practically beyond recognition.

without much thought, she drops to her knees, shedding her jacket and balling it up to rest under the wolf’s head. “ah…” she sighs, concern in her gaze as she takes note of how badly beaten he is. her hands hover over his head, fretting with the idea of whether or not there might be just enough energy in him to bite her for helping. “they really got you good.” she tsks, sliding her bag off of her shoulder and rummaging through it for the medical kit her mom mailed her last week. “maybe i can get you half patched up enough to get out of here, before whatever hated you so much comes back.”

he’s only vaguely aware of her at first; unfocused senses let him know that he’s not alone but not who exactly he’s with. her scent is familiar enough that it doesn’t send off warning bells in his head, though he can’t quite recall where he’s heard this voice before. not at first, at least. the wolf jiayi finds his voice enough to give a gurgling warning snarl, torn lips parting to reveal bloodied fangs. it’s just to remind the stranger that even though he’s downed, he’s not to be messed with. if her hands were anything less than perfectly gentle, if she halted or staggered in her movements in any way that seemed suspicious to a defeated werewolf, he could gather up that remaining strength and turn on her.

it’s not safe to shift to human yet, even if she speaks to him with soft words. jiayi’s bigger, stronger in this form. a short lifetime of living wild has trained him better than any gym or coach could. instead, he focuses his energy on identifying the familiar sounds, scents, on focusing blurry eyes to see if he can recall a face.

suddenly it comes to him. he’s smelled this all over daeyong, he’s heard this voice arguing with him on his own expertise. the emotions come to him before a name does; frustration, apprehension, exasperation. he has the makings of an alpha and he knows it; she would refuse to listen to him despite only being a baby in the world of wolves. old anger resurfaces. another displeased sound rumbles in his chest. he doesn’t shrug her hands off of him or refuse her aid, but he does try to remind her that he’s not to be messed with, that he was a respected beta when he was part of a pack and deserves the same respect now that he had then.

jiayi doesn’t quite realize how unrecognizable he is at the moment. first of all as a wolf, secondly as a half-mauled wolf with his face swollen and disfigured from the pack’s bites. all jess must see is an irritable animal, alone and wounded. possibly scared, though jiayi would never admit it. she doesn’t know who he is, how she had sworn off contact with him after one too many arguments. and maybe that’s a good thing; maybe if she had known that it was wu jiayi sitting in this puddle of blood, she would have never come to his aid.

#fey; tensionbreak #jessicafey #p: rock bottom

rock bottom.

@jessicafey

cw: violence, injury

he hasn’t been in town long enough to memorize the safest routes, to know which areas are strictly claimed and which are less so. until now, jiayi had thought that he was doing pretty well at learning to navigate around the established packs of seoul. at least he had never had a serious run-in with them before. but his luck was doomed to run out, especially as the tensions rose between the packs. even as a stranger in the area, an outsider looking in, jiayi could feel it. he’s no stranger to the sharp scent and the aggressive air of angered pack wolves; he had been among them in a different place, in an earlier time. it’s much more intimidating to be alone and on the other side of it.

bad luck catches him in a quiet street corner with a quartet of young wolves stalking up to him with purpose. he doesn’t know what pack they belong to, he doesn’t even know their names. but he knows their purpose even before they state it: leave now. a prideful young wolf like himself doesn’t back down, chin raised and hair on the back of his neck standing on edge as the patrol group forms a loose circle around him. he can’t watch them all at once, not on two feet or four. he knows they don’t like how he doesn’t duck his head, admit his inferiority and submission to their will. when their words start to catch that inhuman growl in them, he raises his lips in the slightest hint of a snarl.

the first one gets him from behind.

teeth close around the back of his calf, forcing his leg to buckle. he hits the ground on paws rather than hands and knees, whirling to snap at the wolf hurting him or at least shake him off trying. three more wolves jump on him from all angles, the largest of them sinking teeth into the back of jiayi’s neck, trying to force him to the ground. the trespasser doesn’t go down easily, snarling and biting at anything he can, thrashing until he becomes impossible to hold, even at the expense of his own flesh and spilled blood.

four against one is a losing battle even for a wolf as experienced and proud as jiayi. they aim for his neck, his head, his face. they cripple him with a hard snap of a foreleg and force him to the ground soon after. this is just a warning, but a particularly harsh one. when he refuses to fully submit, still growling despite being overpowered, they continue to bite and chew at his muzzle. jiayi eventually goes silent and still, pain and exhaustion quieting the snarls on his torn lips until they stop altogether. his consciousness hangs on by a thread, just enough to understand that the pack wolves have decided that he’s had enough. they leave the animal bleeding in the streets. he’s a werewolf after all; they can take a beating and be walking again in an hour.

he closes his eyes, the last of the tension slipping away as the pack departs. he burns with the humiliation of what just happened, the marks on his face running deeper than physical injury.

#fey; tensionbreak #p: rock bottom #jessicafey #content warning #trigger warning #violence #injury

plot call!

i’ve been super slow to get started on reaching out and plotting with more people and i wanna fix that! i had a bunch of ideas and none of them were taken, so i’m reposting them below and trying to add a couple more.

if you see something you like, or want to plot with jiayi otherwise, please send me a message or like this post so i can come to you!

plots below:

#.plot

bite me.

feydaeyong:

jiayi cannot take a joke. that much is apparent in the way he pulls daeyong’s apart, dissects it mercilessly and drops the pieces of undeniable reality at daeyong’s feet. it is uncomfortable, to say the least. there are less opportunities to mask the miserable existence he has yet to come to terms with behind good humor and charming smiles when his mentor refuses to stay on that side of his walls.

“seeing you naked. it’s horrifying. every time. you should really get that looked at,” an expert dodging of the question, because he isn’t allowed to be afraid of anything, because fear is a weakness, and he’ll be damned if he’ll let jiayi, still a virtual stranger, use that against him.

he notices the shiver that passes through the other wolf, and wonders if he should feign a shiver as well. he’s used to the cold by now, having spent his earliest days as a werewolf held captive in the worst of it, in the wild’s winter. winter in the city, insulated by light pollution and the cold skyscraping towers, seems mild in comparison.

but he is grateful nonetheless for the go ahead to get dressed, to slip back into humanity permanently, for the rest of the night at least. but it isn’t soon enough, memories already cycling through his brain like film.

tw: animal attack, blood, abuse, suicidal thoughts, mentions of frostbite

#p: bite me #feydaeyong

bite me.

feydaeyong:

daeyong is not used to losing. before, when he’d only had two legs, when he was lightning fast with a knife or a crossbow or his fists, he was a force to be reckoned with, one half of a fearsome, merciless duo. but one misstep had seen his two legs chewed to pieces, then grown back into four, and he had sat under the weight of the wolf that still haunts him for months. there had been no time to learn how to fight in this new body, the body that hears too much and smells too much and feels too much, the body that houses razor sharp canines and inches-long claws and the inhuman urge to tear the flesh of his enemies off of their bones (perhaps the latter isn’t quite so new to the youngest song, but it does feel different in nature: more animalistic, less calculated, more instinctive, less complex).

there is frustration in daeyong’s expression as he shifts, gets to his feet, grudgingly brushes grass and clumps of mud from his skin, smearing streaks of earth across it. he is also naked, and perhaps equally unashamed; even as a human he had few qualms with nudity, why should it be any different now? the cold is impossible to ignore, but he is used to that as well - it harkens back to his early days as a werewolf, of curling up in caves or against the backs of trees or the sides of hills, natural barriers and the fur of his captor the only thing keeping hypothermia at bay. he shivers anyway, sweat and mud clings to his skin and cooling any breeze that might come by even further.

he decides on his own that jiayi’s first question is rhetorical, and, just as decidedly, ignores it. but it is impossible to ignore his next comment. because it is an instruction that daeyong has still not yet come to terms with on his own. there are times he can feel the wolf inside of him wanting to explode, wanting to take over and take control of his life. he was taught to fear nothing, was punished at the first sign of fear, but he is, absolutely, afraid of becoming the monster he was raised to destroy. he has humanity left to preserve, and he intends to keep it that way.

“little ol’ me?” he quips, managing part of a crooked smile through the dark frustration and heavy determination in his eyes, the rise and fall of his breath catching up with their sparring match, “what’s there to be afraid of?” he asks, knowing that once upon a time, there used to be a long list.

he narrows his eyes and stares daeyong down. their difference in size is more apparent on two legs than on four; as wolves with a bit of posturing, even a smaller animal can make himself look bigger. as humans there’s no denying that daeyong has a good several centimeters on him. some part of him, perhaps the wolf, resents having to physically look up to anyone. but jiayi has been on the small side his entire life and he’s gotten used to the bristling, uncomfortable feeling that settles in his stomach. he channels it into his gaze, scrutinizing his trainee and picking apart words spoken with faux-sincerity.

“well first of all, you’re not little.” there’s a quirk of the lips, a half-smile from the human jiayi who has a much better temper than his animal instincts should allow. “but you tell me. i’ve been a werewolf and surrounded by them my whole life. hunters kill us for a reason though, so what would you be afraid of?” jiayi knows the obvious answer: they’re a fucking hazard on the full moon. his first month without the pack had been a terrifying experience on its own, but it’s become more manageable since then. he’s not an alpha yet; he still can’t control himself.

every fine hair on his body is standing on edge, his skin covered in gooseflesh from the bite of the winter air. jiayi can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine, teeth gritting through the discomfort. they’re not getting anywhere by sparring right now, not with whatever’s bothering daeyong. he gathers up his clothes from some out of the way space and pulls a hoodie that doesn’t belong to him over his head. it’s cold from sitting outside as well, but at least it already helps with the wind chill. he redresses entirely, action rather than language telling daeyong he may as well do the same.

“seriously, what’s bothering you? you’re worse than last time, which is the opposite of what we’re trying to do here.” there’s genuine concern within the annoyance that things just aren’t going smoothly. jiayi likes daeyong; he wouldn’t be taking the time to train him as a werewolf otherwise. maybe they’re not best friends yet, and probably won’t be very soon, but he’d like daeyong to know that he can talk to him, at least about the werewolf stuff. he might not have the same experiences as a turned wolf, but there’s plenty that he will understand.

#p: bite me #feydaeyong

bite me.

@feydaeyong

“how’d you survive a year on your own when you don’t even know how to fight properly?” it’s not that daeyong’s weak (well, he is, but jiayi can see the potential buried under the months of neglect), it’s just that he’s not nearly as good at being a wolf as jiayi is. and he knows it’s not a fair comparison, that someone who has been this way since birth has a little more practice being on four feet half the time, but there’s some things he doesn’t get. like how daeyong seems so unwilling to try what jiayi thinks are simple tasks, though he doesn’t push, not yet. they’ve only just begun this haphazard training.

properly fighting, in his own humble opinion, isn’t with human hands grappling or with knives. manmade weapons are pointless when their teeth serve just as well as daggers; human hands are weak and useless compared to a wolf’s jaws. it’s clear that daeyong’s been trained in hand to hand combat, but his knowledge of paw to paw is abysmal. he’s lucky that jiayi’s such a good instructor.

he’s human for the moment, though naked and entirely unashamed. the normal humans, much less tolerant of public nudity than his pack had been, are safely out of the way. this secluded area of a local park smells like no one has visited for months, and jiayi suspects that the cold only has a small part to do with it. it’s just out of the way and maybe a bit creepy. it’s also far too cold to be hanging out in the buff, and he’d like to return to his wolf form quickly if daeyong will cooperate with the training.

“you need to get more comfortable with your wolf.” it’s his final diagnosis, though a severe one as far as he’s concerned. imagine being at war with your other half, a literal part of yourself. he wonders if this is a turned human thing, a turned hunter thing, or just a daeyong thing. he doesn’t know enough about him or the others in this area to make an assessment on that just yet. “you’re not afraid of yourself, are you?”

#p: bite me #feydaeyong

hi everyone and apologies for the late intro! holiday weekend and all; i was enjoying my couple days off of work. this is actually rian here w a 2nd muse after he grew overnight and wouldn’t leave me alone: meet wu jiayi!

i’ll get to my messages hopefully tomorrow evening, but in the meantime pls feel free to lmk if you’d like to plot w the boy! i’ll include a rly brief summary and a couple rough plot ideas under the cut for your consideration.

thank you!