kieran graves || he/him || alpha || southern pack
&& the doctors were nice enough they just said i'm fucked just like my mom is fucked
"I BET YOUR DAD'S FUCKED UP"
( JOSH HEUSTON / HE/HIM / CIS MAN ). Meet KIRAN HUXLEY. Lunaris’ very own 25 year old BETA who belongs to the WESTERN pack. They are a NIGHTWATCHER and the Moon Goddess has blessed them with the special ability of AURA READING. It seems the Elders believe them to be PRAGMATIC and CYNICAL. I hear they are secretly AGAINST the new law. You also didn’t hear it from me, but DESPITE WAVING AWAY MOST SUPERSTITION, HE KEEPS A GOOD LUCK CHARM ON HIM.
i feel when i question my skin starts to burn
full name — kiran elias huxley
nickname(s) — ki, kir (family only or he'll get huffy)
age — twenty five
date of birth — march 8
gender — cis man (probably)
pronouns — he/him but indifferent
romantic/sexual orientation — grayromantic bisexual
height — 5'11
family — unnamed bio parents, asher huxley (adoptive father), deniz huxley (adoptive sister), harper sinclair (adoptive sister), tbd, tbd
known languages — english, tamil & sinhalese (mostly understands when spoken, can't read either, can sort of cobble sentences together, he's doing his best!!!)
why does my skin start to burn?
you weren’t born into the huxleys, but you might as well have been. asher raised you like his own, folded you into the rhythms of pack life without hesitation, and for the most part, that was enough. still, there’s always been a shadow of otherness, a reminder you’re not bound to your family by blood, not tied to them purely by the moon goddess’s decree. in a way, that otherness feels...comforting. there's comfort in knowing you were chosen. wanted. but there's a sting to it. wanted, but not originally. not at first.
you’ve always been better at watching than playing the game yourself. you see more than you should, and you don’t always know what to do with it. aura reading is a gift that makes you indispensable on night watches, but it’s also a curse. you can’t help but notice what others feel, what they try to bury. the fear they mask with bravado, the bitterness in their loyalty, the loneliness stitched into every smile. some gifts have to be used intentionally. the goddess deigned that yours should just...always hang around. you've learned what most of it means, but people are so messy. it's rare that you only see one thing, or even two. people are a mess of auras and colors and emotions and you barely even understand your own.
you try not to think too hard about what people see when they look back at you. you play your role well, but there’s an ache under your skin, a restless sense that you're...missing something. something everyone else seems to find with ease. it feels like everyone else was taught the rules before they got here, meanwhile you're having to learn as you go. and the rules are never that clear. you don't mean to say the wrong things, say them the wrong ways, but you do. some of it gets laughed off. other times...it isn't taken as well. you have no idea what you're doing. so you learn to just watch. to observe. to try to learn quietly, like maybe one day you'll untangle the whole complicated mess of how to be a person.
mating is supposed to be the pinnacle of that picture. permanence, power, the goddess’s blessing sealed in flesh and soul. unsurprisingly, given your general quiet floundering, you’ve never felt the pull the way others describe it. gray edges where they see absolutes, a muted hum where they feel lightning. sometimes you wonder if something is wrong with you, if your blood sings out of tune so much that even something everyone claims doesn't come with rules escapes you. sometimes you think it’s freedom. but more often, it just feels like another reason to keep quiet. adolescence was a time of nodding along when your friends talked about a classmate they liked, giving a noncommittal answer when the question is turned back on you. you don't think this is something you can just observe. maybe you inherited the same stubborn refusal to bend beneath expectation. maybe you just don’t believe in forever. still, you catch yourself staring at the threads that tie other people together, the way they lean into each other’s strength, the unspoken intimacy of belonging to someone. there’s envy in it, though you’ll never say that aloud. envy, longing, and a sharp ache you push back into silence.
you’ve always been better at silence. better at slipping into the background, a steady figure where others are loud and demanding. your siblings burn brighter, walk with a certainty you've never mastered. so you learn to shrink back. not out of fear. not out of contempt. just...because it's easier. you’re content to guard the night, sitting in the stillness when others sleep. there’s a kind of safety in the solitude. a kind of peace. the moon doesn't demand anything of you. the moon sees you. sometimes, you wish you knew what she saw. other times, you're glad you never can.
sometimes you wonder if the goddess made a mistake. if she just forgot some vital part of you, or if she stitched something into your soul and then forgot to tell you what to do with it. you’ve thought about asking her, but the moon has never answered you, no matter how long you’ve stared. she hears you. she sees you. the elders say that with certainty. but still...nothing.
so you keep watching. you keep waiting. and maybe that’s all you’ll ever do.
capital loss, love was the law and religion was taught
how much longer 'til the morning? are my legs gonna last?
( EMMA CORRIN / THEY/THEM / NONBINARY ). Meet SAWYER MOORE. Lunaris’ very own 28 year old OMEGA who belongs to the SOUTHERN pack. They are a PATHFINDER and the Moon Goddess has blessed them with the special ability of SONOKINESIS. It seems the Elders believe them to be DILIGENT and RECKLESS. I hear they are secretly FOR the new law. You also didn’t hear it from me, but THEY’VE ALWAYS BEEN CURIOUS ABOUT LIFE OUTSIDE OF LUNARIS.
is it too much to ask?
full name — sawyer ophelia moore
nickname(s) —
age — twenty eight
date of birth — december 14
gender — nonbinary
pronouns — they/them
sexual orientation — demisexual
height — 5'8
family — lucas owens (father), vivian moore (mother), rebecca moore (older sister), blake moore (younger brother), oliver moore (younger brother), zephyr marsh (godson)
spoken languages — english
is it too much to ask?
cw death
you're born into normalcy. mediocrity, even. the second of four, none of you especially remarkable by pack standards. your sister helps care for the pups now, your brothers...they occupy their time. somehow. you aren't sure about specifics. you visit your parents on occasion. they were in love, once. that's the thing about mating, your mother explained to you once, softly, like she was terrified of being overheard by anyone else, like the moon goddess herself might smite her for blasphemy, it's forever. it's the only thing that lasts forever. so your parents don't like each other, you barely know your brothers anymore, your sister still throws herself into caring for everyone else, and you...exist.
you exist restlessly. even in the southern pack, there are traditions you never break. you stick to your pathfinder duties, even when curiosity burns in your soul. you've wondered about out there for...years. but you don't dare draw attention. life in lunaris is...safe. predictable. you couldn't imagine acting against that, no matter how deeply your curiosity burned. and then you met her. she made you...braver. maybe a bit too reckless. both of you were too curious for your own good, speculating in hushed whispers, daring each other to approach the boundary lines, closer and closer. you never got close at all, but it still felt like rebellion.
she was a whirlwind made mortal, loud where you were quiet, bold where you'd always shrink back at the last second. she wasn't a total stranger, but it was working together that brought you this close. too close. she wasn't an alpha. the elders would have been outraged, your head alpha would have been disappointed, your parents-- so you just...said nothing. took that feeling and tamped it down and buried it. the two of you were friends. if she ever felt the same, she never said it. just as well. any admission on her part, whether an admission to wanting you back or a rejection, probably would have shattered you. this was safer. this was better. feelings aren't forever. you knew that.
you still remember when she told you something worse. not...not worse. not really. she'd seemed fairly happy when she told you. she'd been courting. some guy she rambled about to you endlessly, who you'd smiled and nodded about, who you'd burned with jealousy towards, even if you kept it silent. he got everything you'd wanted, and the worst part? he didn't even want her, not really. you'd suspected it, judged their interactions with utmost scrutiny. you knew. the confirmation only came after she found out she was pregnant. she'd seemed happy when she told you, but you could also feel the anxiety. they were courting, not mated. but, she'd assured you --assured herself, more like-- now he'd have to make good on his promise to settle down. right. the promise you saw straight through, but she never did. she had always been too trusting.
she might be crushed when he runs, but you aren't surprised. she knows the scandal, the stigma, and yet she faces her new reality the same way she's faced everything else. overjoyed. determined. laughing. goddess, she was always laughing. that's what you remember the most, now that she's gone. four years on and it still doesn't feel real to talk about her in the past tense. zephyr has her eyes, has her smile, the sort so wide it crinkles your eyes and blinds everybody else, has her penchant for questioning too much. why's the sky blue? why's water wet? what else is out there? why can't we have ice cream for dinner?
it...isn't the life you'd imagined. you'd never thought of yourself as the parental sort. you'd laughed when she'd said she wanted you to be zephyr's godparent. but you'd still said yes, because she asked. because she trusted you. and, anyway, it was just a worst case scenario sort of thing. the worst has happened. you've had to learn how to cope. you think you do an okay job. and zephyr's...mostly domesticated, so you think you're doing alright there, too. when the new law came down, you didn't care. you'd never intended on taking a mate, anyway. things for you are fine just the way they are.
