From the other side a terror to behold

Declan Parker. 29. Mechanic/IGNIS Alpha Motor oil & Sandalwood &Luka Eriksen. 41. Butcher/Hunter Scotch & Gunpowder &Aiden Davidson. 32. Logger/Terra Alpha Sawdust

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elixhowls‌:

There’s something twisted about how much she’s silently enjoying this. The burning sting of his hand crashing down against her tender ass. The echoing clap bouncing around the walls of their home, partnered with the melodious sounds that escaped her. The dominant voice inside of her mind scolds her for being weak, for submitting so effortlessly to the male, but her inner-wolf stands proud, urging him to shower her in his birth given authority. Elizabeth would never admit this, not outwardly, not to him or anyone else, but this was exactly what she demanded. Reassurance in the form of punishment. And oh how it made her want to change her ways, to be his good little omega, instead of the insufferable brat she’s been. Smack after smack sends her feet popping up, her wrists straining for freedom, her body jolting forward again and again. A heavy surge of enthusiasm and pining flows from her sex, coating her inner thighs, the scent of her own arousal leaving her heaving. His words of torment only add to her arousal, talons abusing the pads of her palms. “B-But I so you with her!” The cherry-haired omega attempts to justify, as though it would do anything to assist her case. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.” Fuck, she sounds pathetic, whiny and needy. “I-I just-” The apples of her cheeks flare to match that of her plump ass as he accuses her of enjoying the torture he was currently inflicting upon her. “That’s no-” But before the lie can spill from her lips, his thick, rough fingers are abusing her in the most glorious way. “Ahh…Mm, fu-Declan!” The leather begins to strain as her figure tremors in place, her head falling forward as her back arches. Her determination to fulfill his simple command was quickly shattering, crumbling around her like the ruins of a fallen empire. Her hips buck back and forth, sending a fresh stream of plaints cascading from parted lips. “P-Please… Please!” In that moment, she’s not quite sure what she’s begging for. Is it for him to continue? For him to release her? Or was she solely pleading for him to completely fill her with all he had to offer?

Her defiant little comment makes the male growl before he’s forcing two thick fingers inside her depths, her tight walls eager to accommodate the invasion as she stretched around him while his thumb joins in, delving inside only long enough to saturate the digit and bring it to her puckered entrance in a clear warning. 

“And if I had wanted to fuck that little blonde, I would’ve been well within my rights to do just that,” he said cruelly, knowing his words would further torment the restrained girl. This was a punishment after all. But knowing how she would react to hearing such things, the Alpha made sure that his forearm kept her firmly in place and nowhere to go as he mercilessly worked his fingers in and out of her. 

“Bet she would have liked that --she would’ve been a good girl for me.” He twisted his hand then, so that instead of teasing her tight opening, his thumb is now at her clit, brushing against the bundle of nerves with every surge of his fingers inside her depths. Loving how absolutely needy she sounded right then, which she could probably tell judging by the way he was hardening underneath her. 

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Closed starter for @vintxgechxrm || Declan & Cleo

It felt like he was drinking molten lava; the poisonous concoction of wolfsbane and silver nitrate searing his insides as he forced it down his throat. Declan’s ribs had not properly healed from his last visit to ‘The Pit’ a couple nights ago, the ingestion of said brew severely weakening and slowing down his regenerative abilities, yet there he was again, ready for more. 

The place was as packed as the last time, various spectators filling the abandoned sewage tunnel running underneath the town, which had been repurposed as the place for the underground fight club to take place. Something that had flared up after the appearance of hunters in Wolfstone. 

Declan had been frequenting the place since his fight with the Hunter, subjecting his body to cruel and incredible amounts of punishment in his pursuit to strengthening himself and make sure he would not be losing another fight to the new threats that roamed their town. 

Hollering bodies surrounded the arena as a limp body was cleared from the center, readying the next set of fighters to take their place. The redhead being one of those. 

Immediately after the drink from his flask Declan felt the weakening and painful effects of the brew, and swallowing back a groan he tossed the container on his dufflebag before he went to take his place. His opponent for the evening a male wolf from the Caeli pack that, had it been any other time, the Alpha would have probably made quick work of, yet in his current condition he knew would be one hell of a fight.

“This is what I’m fighting?” The Caeli wolf asked mockingly as a feverish Declan came to stand on the bloodied dirt, looking worse for wear as he tried breathing through the pain and keeping a tight hold on his control. “This bitch won’t even give me a warm-up.” That elicited a round of laughs from the people waiting for a show, but Declan could do nothing more than grunt as he lifted his hand and made a come hither motion, body adopting a defensive stance. 

As expected, and while the fire wolf managed to make the other somewhat regret his ridicule after a barrage of punches were exchanged between the two, the fight ended with Declan being dropped to the ground, the air driven from his lungs and the scent of his blood permeating the air as his body screamed for a reprieve; all the while he faintly heard one of the organizers bark orders around him. 

“Alright, get him off the ring, next fight is coming up.” 

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elixhowls‌:

‘That’s a good girl,’ Those simple words shouldn’t send her reeling, but they do. Her inner wolf perks up proudly, loving the way his praise cascades over her frame in heated chills, causing the tiny hairs at the back of her neck to prickle. But the sensation was shortlived, his cruel palm responding with a force that sends her nearly toppling over his legs. “AH!” Her yelp is laced with a moanful giggle, her breathing beginning to escalate.  Her plump cheeks throb lightly, turning sweet shades of pink from his tormenting clap. “Three…” Elizabeth nearly pants, peeking back at him once more, a kittenish smirk twisting strawberry lips. “Yes, sir.” The bridge of her nose crinkles, her dark hues swimming with the same passionate fervor that swelled shamelessly between her thighs. Her mouth opens, a reply playing on the tip of her tongue but the crashing of his palm against the center of her ass sends her jerking forward, wrist straining against the leather restraints keeping her hands secured behind her back. “Fuck!” Cursing loudly, she nips down viciously on her lesser lip, her head hanging forward to allow messy ruby curls to shadow her face. Whimpering softly, lids shut tightly as the gentle ache from his slap painstakingly begins to fade. “F-Four…”

Declan delighted in the way the girl writhed on his lap, crying out after each blow he peppered her beautiful ass with; each smack harsher than the last. There was nothing that thrilled the Alpha more than his mate relenting control to him when everyone knew Elizabeth was not the kind of woman to easily relent. Matter of fact she fought him every step of the way, seemingly relishing the opportunity to challenge him constantly, as if longing to be reminded that while she was granted the freedom to do so, in the end he would always be there to put her back in her place when she needed it the most. 

A beautiful cacophony of moans and whimpers spilled from between her lips, and he could see her muscles straining with with the effort to remain still as she pulled at her restraints. But he continued to bring his hand down to her flesh with great force, loving the way it rippled with every spank. Her skin smooth and hot under his punishing palm as he alternated cheeks, before moving lower, raining hard blows to where the swell of her ass met her thighs. And as he did so, Declan couldn’t help but notice the fresh spill of arousal that came trickling out from her saturated opening, and seeping into the denim of his jeans. 

“You were such a bad girl, pulling that stunt out there where all the neighbors could see--” the male began, pausing his punishment to soothe the sting with a rough palm across her abused flesh before easing the cleft of her beautiful ass (now tinted a bright shade of red) open. “Shit-- you think they have any idea what’s happening now? How I have you over my lap, spanking you like the bratty little girl you are... Think they can hear how much you like it.” He emphasized his taunting words by slipping his fingers between her hot, slippery folds -swirling his digits in the wetness of her feminine warmth. “Look at you, you’re fucking panting and dripping for me right now.” 

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lcdylvke‌:

Kate had his undivided attention; she could see it as he watched her move. Perfect. It was a shot in the dark and one that paid off handsomely so far. 

“Mm, you might have a point,” she commented. Though she firmly doubted anybody would care, nor would they appreciate her demanding attention, even jokingly. Most of the wolves would have gotten an eyeful of her at the party. Kate made no attempt to hide who she was, but she also made no attempt to be forthcoming about who she was. “Perhaps I could find a sympathetic ear to hear my sad tale of woe.” 

His face fell and for a moment, Kate cringed. This was a one-night stand; it wasn’t like some happy ever after. Good Lord, did they get some form of attachment from anyone who showed them a speck of attention? How sad. Briefly, she allowed her gaze to drop to his left hand. No ring. At the very least he wasn’t married. Girlfriend or fiancee was just shit out of luck. 

“Excellent. I might even let you take the lead on this little expedition.” She slipped down from the stool to hand her card to the bartender. 

Aiden had never felt this drawn to someone before. Of course he had felt that compulsion to take a beautiful woman into his bed, especially during heat season or when he fell into his rut. But even then, the Alpha had always been able to retain a sense of control over his more primal instincts. Instincts which this woman ignited in a way that had never happened before. 

Hell, he didn’t even know her name yet he found himself craving her more than he craved the next full moon. 

“That’s cute-” he said, waiting for her to settle the tab before placing an strong hand on her lower back and guiding her out of the crowded bar, and towards his parked car. The bar had been stuffy and warm in comparison to the cool night air that filled his lungs along with her scent as they walked across the parking lot, further away from the establishment, while he finished his statement “-thinking I would do anything other than lead.” That part was whispered as he pushed her up against the car (mindful not to hurt the significantly smaller woman) and pressed the wall of solid, ridged muscle that was his body against her. 

“Is this private enough?” The wolf asked, lips hovering inches from hers as he waited for her consent. He was still planning on taking her to his place, but his wolf demanded a taste to whet his appetite. 

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littlexvalentine‌:

“Hello…” Lux gawks shamelessly at the hunter, the male filling the doorway to his cottage as if he demands every inch of the space. Sapphire orbs carefully look him over, taking him in as though years had passed since their first meeting. “I’m sorry to bother.” Then again, other than plotting cruel and wicked things, what else could he really be up to in a town full of wolves? (Now freckled with demons. Don’t even get her started on that) “I recall the other day you mentioned being a butcher?” Not only had that been a gutwrenching nickname for the hunter, but it was also his profession. Sickeningly fitting. “That being said-” Her thin frame shifts to the side to reveal a deer carcass. The lifeless animal wrapped in a tarp, waiting to be properly dismembered. “Do you think you could assist me?” The omega questions, her head gentle cocking to the side. “I suppose you could say, I was suddenly in the mood for venison and thought why not get hands-on.” It’s an awful attempt at a joke but brings a light titter to her throat nonetheless. “If not, I completely understand.” -// @lycvnthrcpc 

Luka had been aware someone was outside before the knock on the front door came. The hunter had his sawed-off shotgun in hand, six shells of silver shot loaded and ready to be pumped into the intruder (his fellow hunters knew better than to come unannounced), but the knock made him pause on opening fire. Hiding the weapon from view, but aiming from behind the door, the man carefully unlocked and opened the wooden barrier only to find himself face to face with someone he had not been expecting to see. 

The surprise was hidden behind the scowl etched on his face as he remained silent, letting the girl talk while his finger remained on the trigger. Out of all the reasons he could come up as to why the wolf was there, her asking for his help in skinning a fresh kill never made the list. Did she not know how easy it would be for him to end her right there? But it was something about those hauntingly familiar blue eyes that made him slowly take his calloused digit off the trigger and push the door all the way open, revealing to her what had been behind it all along as he moved to place the shot-gun on the entry table. 

“So you killed Bambi’s mom but want my help to skin it?” The man never verbalized an invitation into the cottage, but he left the door open, turning his back on her and clearly expecting her to follow as he went to retrieve his tools. The place was clearly only a temporary base, as he had forgone any luxuries or comforts save for the barest of necessities, but at least there was a dilapidated couch in what was supposed to be a living room, the only table in the place currently being occupied by an array of weapons. Save for that, a dufflebag with clothes, and a picture of his family on the nightstand next to his bed, Luka didn’t have many possessions with him. A Spartan way of life made being on the go much easier.

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lcdylvke‌:

Kate’s muscles hadn’t been worked in this manner in a long time. She knew better than to leave anything open, but she still learned. “I’ve been trying to make up for the fact I’m left-handed,” she admitted. She couldn’t let it continue, she needed to mind her blind spots. Her free hand stole over her side and grimaced ever so slightly. 

“You’ve improved,” he noted, an almost imperceptible tone of pride lacing his voice as he leaned to the right slightly to feint a jab to the face, only to go for the body. “And trust me, haven’t forgotten about that,” he said wryly, his lips curving up slightly as he recalled the powerful left hook the young woman had struck him with earlier. “Gotta push past that pain -you know they’re not stopping to let you catch your breath.” 

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honestquirk‌:

  “Well.. you’re not the worst I’ve had.” She teased, holding back laughter at his dramatic gesture. “Oh my god stop –” Mai waved her hands motioning to the table. “I thought you were going to teach me pool not how to be a wanna be actor.” Rolling her eyes, returning the shake she let out a soft sigh, gazing at the table. Her lips already in a thin line as she leaned against the table, one hand gripped the stick like a bat the other like a single chopstick. 

“Okay, now I have to know about the worst.” The male inquired, grinning widely at her as she asked him to stop with the theatrics. “You wish I would share my thespian skills with you. I’ll have you know I played Mercutio back in 11th grade, and let me tell you -Leonardo DiCaprio thirsts for my range.” Aiden joked while hunkering down to rest his chin on the cue stick, attentively watching as the woman leaned down to take aim. “First of all, relax --you’re gripping it so hard you’re gonna break it.” He instructed with a small chuckle as he sidled up to her to tap on the wrist of the hand holding the base of the stick with gentle fingers. “There you go, now this hand never moves,” he referred to the one at the narrow part of the cue. “And here, grab it like that,” the Alpha adjusted her hand position, putting her index finger on the top of the stick, making it curve slightly as he moved her thumb at the bottom. “Perfect, now widen your stance a little,” he moved behind her only to scoot her feet apart with gentle taps of his foot until her stance was open. “Now just line up the tip with the ball... aim... and give me a slow, easy shot.” 

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cfhowlings‌:

no precision. practically telegraphing his moves. leaving himself open in ways that a trained fighter would’ve never done. it would be all too easy to sink on of her knives into the side of neck and let him bleed out  ― make an example of what brash, raw anger would do for the wolves if they attempted to attack any of the hunters again. kelsey wanted more. she wanted to watch him suffer and realize that he wouldn’t be able to move, wouldn’t be able to do much more than bark for help. ending it right there would be too easy. she knew where to block and evade, where to duck and weave  ― but it wasn’t what she wanted. willingly, the blonde took the kick to the stomach, the sharp pain ignored in favor of making an attempt to sink one of her knives into his thigh and yank it back out harshly, other hand moving to block the other leg with the hilt of her knife. kelsey then easily skipped out of his range, ignoring the pull of her ribs to watch him carefully. it wouldn’t be long before he would be seeing five of her and ended up on the ground, but she was bitter. she wanted to prove a point. “ i am trying really hard not to kill you, but you’re beginning to work my nerves fido. ”

His vision swam, and there was a painful sensation burning its way through his veins, searing him up from within. And the fact that this Hunter wasn’t as easy as prey as he had firstly idiotically believed wasn’t helping matters. Declan had underestimated his opponent, never once considering she would make up for their differences in speed and strength by employing other methods. “What did you do?” He spat as he became sickeningly dizzy, his limbs growing heavier --movements sluggish after her knife savagely tore through the flesh of his thigh, eliciting a growl that -to his dismay- sounded like that of a wounded animal. “Shut the fuck up,” and stay still, he wanted to say, unaware that it wasn’t the woman who was making the room spin but the poison pumping through his system. Stubborn as always, the Alpha refused to back down, and despite his body’s protest he made a lunge at her, only this time it was noticeably slower and leaving various openings for her to capitalize on. If he could just get one more solid hit in, he could tell the fight was taking a toll on her as well... though not to the degree it was on him.

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elixhowls‌:

It takes every ounce of strength that the Omega controls not to squirm in place as he begins his evil monologue. It’s far more comfortable for the female to justify her erratic actions than to accept that he’s entirely correct. But none of that mattered. Declan didn’t need for her to voice consent over his chosen form of punishment or hear her admit to being wrong. Her Alpha knew precisely what she coveted, and he’d happily give it to her. The painful fluttering of her heart echoed loudly in her ears, and with her chest hanging over his legs, she’s certain not only can he hear it, but he can also feel it. Closing her eyes, she shivers at the feel of his broad palm resting against the roost of her ass, taunting her with what was to come. “I-I do. I want to be your good girl.” It’s frustrating how pathetically needy she sounds, not only her wolf but her body giving into the male with little to no resistance. The power he possesses over her? It’s infuriating. Otherworldly. Unlike anything, she’s ever known. It’s entirely and utterly intoxicating. Leaving her ravenous for more, even as she attempts to deny her longing of it. But no matter how much she pulls away, struggles with the fact, he always comes through for her. Always ready to put his needy, attention-seeking mate back in her place. God, how she loved that about him.  Always so patient. Always so giving. Even when she didn’t deserve it, which was more so than not. The fresh air against her exposed bottom leaves her breathless, but only for a moment, his hand crashing down against the rosy flesh is quick to bring her back to life. “Ah.” With a gentle jerk, her frame shifts forward, her lips slipping to hang open as one of her feet pop up from the ground, her toes pointed. “O-One!” The word falls messily from her mouth, swells of excitement shamelessly beginning to heat her core. Jesus, there honestly had to be a few screws missing with her, because as much as the voice in her head warned her against ridiculing him, begged her to take her discipline as a good girl, it doesn’t hinder her from cocking her head back to steal a look at him. Large eyes drink him in, the sight of him holding her over his knees only fuels the sick desire that consumes her. Nipping almost bashfully at her lesser lip, the redhead finally breathes. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

His wife squirmed in the most delightful way against his lap after he delivered the first blow. Her lips parting to release the most beautiful sound as he gazed on the lovely sight of her bare, round bottom. The alabaster skin immediately gaining some color after the smack. 

“That’s a good girl,” the male praised as she did as told and counted. But of course, the girl couldn’t just follow orders without at least challenging him. Her taunting words being met with two successive blows that landed with a fierce and resounding smack on each globe, the force bringing out a soft pink glow to her shapely ass. 

“Is that more to your liking?” He mocked, allowing the roughened palm of his hand to caress the warming flesh, attempting to sooth the sting just inflicted.  “Or perhaps,” not giving her much of a reprieve, he brought his hand down hard right against the middle of her ass with enough strength to make her gasp. 

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elixhowls‌:

‘You will be.’ Three simple words sent a chill dancing along the length of her spine, a wave of heat pooling at the dip between her thighs. The tightness of the makeshift leather-bound around her wrists, causes a low growl to rattle in the base of her throat, the omega clearly not thrilled with the direction in which things were going. What the hell was he doing? And why must her inner wolf obey his sharp command, her head nodding as a soundless vow to remain in his control. Fingers curl inwardly to allow ruby stained claws to nervously punish the tender flesh of her palms as her frame is spun around, her gaze dropping to meet his as he lowers himself to the couch. Allowing her tongue to snake along plump lips, the redhead exhales a flighty breath, her jaw clenching. She couldn’t exactly argue when his words rang of nothing but truth. Elizabeth had been untamable as of late and it was clear Declan was no longer in the mood to entertain her shenanigans.  Gasping weakly as rough fingers slip up along silky flesh sending a heat of excitement coursing through her veins. Lids close momentarily as he removes her panties, her feet lifting just enough to completely rid her body of the lacy fabric. “I-I said I was sorry.” But his modest command causes the girl to whimper, ivory sinking viciously into the supple pink of her lower lip. Fuck.  Shifting her frame to the side, Elizabeth carefully drops her petite frame over the flat surface of his thighs, her cherry hair falling messily over her shoulders.

Declan granted her a moment for the words to sink in, seeing the myriad of emotions flickering across her face; apprehension, defiance, need. The male could read it all, knew every nuance that crossed her beautiful features before the girl whimpered. The sound nothing more than an attempt to garner some form of sympathy from the Alpha, buy herself some leniency that had been so freely given to her previously, yet it did nothing but further stir his wolf; to whom the plaintive sound was the start of a beautiful melody he wanted to compose. 

There would be some who would balk at the idea of using corporeal punishment on their mates. And while the male knew Elizabeth would claim not to want this, he knew full well this was what the young woman needed. Why else would her wolf comply so readily to him if not for the fact that the Omega wanted to be reminded she belonged to someone that was not afraid to put her back in her place when she needed it the most. 

The powerful specimen of an Ignis Alpha let her struggle for a moment, completely impervious to the pout that came to adorn full and pillowy lips that, under any other circumstances, would have been enough to make him yield, yet this time it was met with nothing but a stern face as she gingerly draped herself over his lap. A strong, stabilizing forearm coming to rest upon her lower back -just beneath her restrained hands- while the other went to her backside. 

“I know you’re sorry, princess. But we both know you’ve more than earned this.” He murmured to the girl, his hand caressing her ass over the fabric of her skirt which was still protecting the supple flesh. “You will count, out loud -and you will take your punishment like a good girl... because you want to be good for me, don’t you?” He asked, flipping her skirt out of the way so that his rough hand could and massage the globes. And as he awaited her response, Declan delivered the first smack; the palm of his hand rising and falling suddenly and with enough force to get her to squirm on his lap.   

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honestquirk‌:

  “Right…” She rolled her eyes, them landing on the beer off to the side. “Damn, I thought this would actually be a fun night.” She joked, “Well lucky me, get to loose and get free alcohol.” Mai stated, raising a brow as he came closer. His offer caused her to pause, dramatically she weighed the options if only to drag out the time between shots. “Okay – deal.” She’d probably eat more nachos than him anyway. “But we’re getting extra nacho cheese.” Mai pointed a finger before holding out her hand to ‘seal the deal’.

Aiden brought his hands up to his chest, as if wounded by her lighthearted words. “Ouch! And here I thought I was great company,” then just for the added flair of dramatics, he even shook his head dejectedly. “Hey, everyone loves free stuff, okay?” He said, watching as the Ignis wolf paused as if to carefully consider his offer; her antics keeping the smile on his face. “Extra nacho cheese? Damn, you drive a hard bargain but--” he engulfed her hand in his much larger one to give it a solid shake. “Deal. Let the lessons begin. Go ahead and get in place to take a shot and we’ll go from there.” 

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honestquirk‌:

  Mai smirked, “I thought you paid for this one?” She sure as hell didn’t, probably her friend off to the side had. Giving a glance to the others waiting for their turn her head snapped around as he knocked the three in. Letting out a soft groan and gazing upward, she didn’t agree to do things where’d she lose because she hated losing. “Both?” She sighed, a hand on her hip. “Okay I suck but I didn’t really volunteer as tribute for this.” She pointed a figure before gazing over the table, guessing she had the stripe as he had hit the solids. 

“No I’m pretty sure that drink is courtesy of the guy at the end of bar who can’t keep his eyes off you every time you take a shot,” the Alpha teased, though he wasn’t lying about the male whose gaze went to the woman’s ass every time she bent over to take her turn. A small chuckle meeting the small sound she let out after he widened the score between them by three. “Don’t matter you were chosen by the powers that be,” he said as he slowly made his way around the table so he could stand close to her. “Alright, I’ll teach you and buy the next round --but my services require payment.” Aiden did his best to keep a serious expression on his face, though the playfulness swimming in his eyes probably gave him away. “If I take you under my wing, we gotta split an order of loaded nachos after.” 

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honestquirk‌:

  Mai recognized the scent, it wasn’t her first run in with the hot head. They equally had … issues with what was going on. In fact she wasn’t the least bit surprised out of everyone he was here this late. Offering a small smile she shrugged. “Who can…” She replied with a huff, putting the weight down when she stood up straight.

     Moving towards the elliptical she paused raising a brow at him. She didn’t have anyone at home worrying about her, her friends had their own lives they’d never know she came out there this late. However she was sure the other wolf had, someone. “Shouldn’t you be home with your mate?” She questioned, though it wasn’t serious. More like… a friend asking curiosity. 

Declan had been setting up to hit the bag, forgoing wrapping his hands or putting on gloves, when her questions made him pause, lips twitching in wry amusement. “Elizabeth is actually at work right now, so me being here is also a way to keep me from hovering while staying close by in case she needs me.” He told the Beta before he took a few warm-up punches at the leather sack. “What ‘bout you? Got someone waiting for you at home?”

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closed starter for @lcdylvke || Luka & Kate

The man was not pulling his punches. After all, he wouldn’t do the younger hunter any favors in doing so. And in return, the woman didn’t seem to be holding back either. “You keep leaving your left side open,” the man grunted, spitting some blood that had pooled in his mouth after Kate had landed a blow to the face, only to emphasize his point by delivering a right jab in the opening he had discovered. “Can’t give these mutts even an inch.” 

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honestquirk‌:

   Mais fingers slide into the damp locks, she hadn’t realized how much she needed this. A work out, or trying to work out. Sweating was a good sign, right? A huff came out, moving away from the treadmill she spent the last hour and a half walking on. Once the locks were secured in place, Mai walked towards the free weights, debating if she actually wanted to do it.

              Choosing the middle of the night to work out was on purpose, no one to see her embarrass herself, the wolf would give up soon probably. Hand gripping the 35lbs, Mai stood in front of the mirror, taking in a breath before she bent down in a squat. By round 9… maybe 10 she wasn’t counting, the sound of the door opening caught her attention. 

After Declan’s run in with the hunter, he had come to a painful realization that if he was to be able to protect his mate and loved ones from all the influx of threats that now roamed their town, he would need to train. While the Alpha was a remarkable warrior, he needed to step up his game. Needed to learn control and focus that rage that overtook him in a more effective way. And he needed to condition his body into being able to take even more punishment. All reasons why the Alpha had now taken up training so late; when the bustle of town had died down and it was only things that went bumping in the night that were out. 

It was after a much needed run and hunt that Declan went into rat pack, and found none other than his packmate hard at work pumping some iron. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked the girl, his form of greeting, as he walked by her and headed to the back where the punching bags and sparring equipment was at. Not that it would be surprising if she couldn’t, not only were they nocturnal, but with recent developments it seemed sleep didn’t come easy in Wolfstone.

[beaurenaud]

location: downtown wolfstone - bar scene date: july 27 (backdating because i can so why not)

       “=-On the contrary, I don’t give a shit if you like me,” He breezily told the other, taking a sip of the vodka he requested be poured out for him as he continued to evenly meet their gaze. It was a common trend for folk to distrust strangers, and hate what they couldn’t or didn’t understand. But instead of being offended, the entity was instead amused, eyes gleaming with mischief. Sitting up slightly, he nodded towards a trio that stood at the opposite side of the bar’s counter. “Watch this,” Basileios murmured. Biokinesis was one of his specialties, and at the blink of an eye, the aforementioned bar patrons were beginning to sway on their feet, the affects of the alcohol they’d imbibed hitting them all at once. “And now here–” Again, he nodded, this time swiveling in his chair to point to a raised level where he next caused one to choke on their drink, their throat suddenly closed, and another to immediately lose control of their fingers and drop their shot (glass and all) onto their face. “Lastly–” And there it was, a distinct thud and shrill scream as someone in the back ‘mishandled’ a knife. “I’m here for a reason. And I’m not here to make friends. But, by all means, continue to pester me. Insult me. I’m sure that would look wonderfully on you.”

[lycvnthrcpc]

Though the display of power was certainly disconcerting, it wasn’t Luka’s first time encountering a demon. The warding sigil tattooed on his right shoulder blade, and iron amulet hanging around his neck a testament to that. Still, the aura surrounding this being was enough to have the Hunter treading lightly. “Just how many virgins did they have to sacrifice in order to get your ass in here?” ...or as lightly as someone like Luka could tread. “Or are you more of a goat kinda guy?”

[lycvnthrcpc]

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The brief silence was enough to gift her a second of meditation; Was this an intelligent idea? Inviting a hunter into a safe haven, she frequently coveted? Her sanctuary away from all the white noise and madness of a world moving too fast for a girl stuck in slow motion. Perhaps it hadn’t been one of her brightest ideas, but there would undoubtedly be no turning back now, not without raising suspicion from the male in tow. Cobalt orbs dance across the empty space between them, analyzing him once again, satisfied that his attention seemed to be elsewhere. He was absorbed in reflection, reliving something blithe within the depths of his mind. She can feel it in the way the air around him softens, and the darkness in his eyes suddenly hold a flicker of something joyous. It’s fascinating, and as much as the omega longs to prod for information, she doesn’t dare question him. “Years?” So he’d frequented galleries once upon a time? But it wasn’t his choice in a pastime? “Art isn’t for everyone. It’s painfully subjective.” Which was a tremendous reason why she kept her artwork concealed from the world; Only the very best made it out into the light of day. Criticism could be a cruel and painful mistress.  “That being said, what is it you enjoy do-” She pauses, hands awkwardly slipping into the pockets of her slacks. Did she really want to know what this hunter enjoyed doing with his free time? No. She probably had a pretty good idea of what it was. “Are you a sports person, or?” Awful recovery, even for her, but the brunette doesn’t allow it to fluster her too much. He had to know what she was trying to avoid. They didn’t need to make the other suffer more than they already were. “It’s just another block or so.” She explains, shooting another glance his way before turning back onto the main street.

It really did feel like another lifetime sometimes. And other times it was as if it had just happened, the memory of his family’s mauled bodies and their blood splattered over the walls of their home causing the man wake up in a cold sweat, his heart beating rapidly while the grief felt fresh after having relieved the tragedy in his nightmares. It was during those nights, where sleep became impossible that his resolve to avenge his family strengthened. And in order to do so Luka had to get close to his mark so he could keep tabs on her. 

“Maybe that’s why it’s so appealing, because everyone can take something from it --even a butcher. who has never had a single artistic bone in his body.” Though that wasn’t completely true, Luka’s ruthlessness had been called by many an art form of its own. 

At the young woman’s hesitation, his brows pulled together in a frown. It was painfully obvious she was trying not to cross any lines or give the man an excuse to lash out. It made something inside him soften infinitesimally, and decided to throw the wolf a bone. 

“When I’m not working I like to fish,” he grunted, keeping his gaze fixed ahead, taking in their surroundings, anything other than looking at the girl who, despite his best efforts to ignore it, reminded him of his wife. “And soccer -I don’t play it, but I enjoy watching it.” Though it had been a while since he had indulged in a good match while drinking some cold beer. 

“Are you just an admirer of art or do you also... create it?”