Noel Osway @noelosway - Tumblr Blog

alessiakcne‌:

The candles were lit like dozens of earthbound stars and the evening was peaceful with the grief-subdued wolves crowding around the treehouse. Alessia got most of her initial anger out during the day but she wasn’t done just yet. She just pushed it down in respect to the boy that they’d lost and forced it to brew quietly just beneath the surface of her grief while watching Rose. With tears in her eyes, her niece had gone to the front with the rest of her classmates to lay a drawing she had made for Clarence and to leave one of her only toys for him. Alessia stayed back, watching as more and more wolves both old and young placed candles, gifts and offerings and said their own silent prayers for the little boy.

The Spade’s she-wolf hadn’t taken a candle for herself since she was busy carrying Ivy, a confused and slightly cranky toddler ready for bedtime. Alessia felt a lump in the back of her throat as she watched Rose in the front mourning with her small friends. Her precious little niece had not just lost her mother and her birth pack but now she was losing her friends? Knowing Rose, she was quite possibly wondering when she might be next to lose her life. The thought itself was enough to shatter Aless’ heart to pieces and threaten to break through her grief.

She was on the verge of replacing sadness again with anger to prevent the emotional pain from seeping through when a gracious distraction arose. A fellow Spade walked up beside her and Aless turned to look at them, relaxing significantly at the sight of Noel. She immediately wanted to rant about her fears and worries but the pain in her friend’s eyes was apparent and Alessia quickly remembered that they were a teacher. “Noel… Did you know him?” She paused, gulping. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Noel was no stranger to heartbreak and death. It had been their norm for so long now, they weren’t even sure if they remembered the peaceful life before all this tragedy happened. Before their pack had been torn apart and tossed to the wind. Before their kind were rounded up like vermin. It was enough to make Noel seethe with anger on a daily basis, but today was different. Today, in this new prison they called home, tragedy struck in a new and viscerally gutting way.

Clarence was one of Noel’s students. A timid, kind, perfect little boy who’d lost his parents like so many of the children had. It wasn’t his fault that he’d been shoved into a torture camp, or that he’d been given the werewolf gene. Not that he should have to apologize for that fact, but it wasn’t his fault. The guards knew that. They knew and they didn’t care. Not that Noel was surprised. But to kill a child? In cold blood?

It was unacceptable. Something needed to be done.

The crowd slowly grew around the candles, each flame standing out like a small beacon of solidarity. It didn’t matter the pack divide. Every wolf here knew the gravity of what Clarence’s death meant. Noel felt their heart rate rising, anger furiously beating against their every fiber, threatening to lash out at any given moment. In every child’s face, Noel saw the new shadow of death and loss falling over them. None of them deserved this.

Spotting a familiar face, one who Noel was sure would understand the pain they felt, Noel approached their packmate. “It’s not your fault,” they replied, fury inundating their every syllable. “How are the girls taking the news?” It nearly broke Noel’s heart, the very thought of telling the boy’s friends that he wouldn’t play with them ever again.

#c: alessia1 #event2

xjust-milo‌:

Milo didn’t often find himself wandering near enough to hear the school lessons but he had to stifle a snort at the monotonous chanting drifting out. Reclaim our heritage. What the fuck kind of bullshit was that? Even if they did somehow manage to destroy Blackbriar and get out - they’d all be living a life on the run on borrowed time. There was no pride or honor to be found in their existence. There never had been because it was a numbers game. And unfortunately there were and always would be far more humans than wolves and only if that balance ever got shifted, could they take the place that Noel so clearly believed was entitled to them. Didn’t they know that?

But Milo wasn’t in the mood for arguments or misplaced pride so he continued to the meet he was headed to, concluded the transaction and was on his way back when someone bumped directly into him. It was a move he’d usually ignore but when he glanced up and caught sight of Noel well, he wasn’t one to let opportunity slip by. “Noel.” He greeted mildly. “You should, yeah. Never know around here when someone’s spoiling for a fight.”

Not that he was, currently, but someone might be. “Interesting lesson you had going on there. Is chanting a proven way to build werewolf pride?” He kept his voice low, always mindful of the eyes and ears Blackbriar had that both were and weren’t visible. But he honestly didn’t know - had they all been chanted and bullied into believing certain things as part of their packs before coming here? Was that a normal thing? It seemed so fucking ridiculous to him but maybe that was purely ignorance. It wasn’t like he could really ask anyone - prior packs seemed to be a continuous sore for people and thus, they usually refused to share anything about it, even if he did ask.

Through gritted teeth, Noel addressed their Beta. “To be fair, who isn’t really itching for a fight around here?” Guards and wolves alike, Blackbriar seemed to house an enormous population of people willing to throw themselves into the fray, Spades especially. Not that Noel could blame them. After all, if given the chance for a fight, they were one of the first in line. If it served a purpose, at least.

They knew their pack was supposed to be family, but Noel didn’t want to be here. They still had a pack out there somewhere. They knew it was naive to believe that, but they had to hope. In the meantime, Noel tried to love the family they were taken into, but some members made it hard to accept this new life. The least they could do was throw themselves into the education of the pups and if Milo wanted to critique them, then so be it.

Talk about itching for a fight.

“Sometimes, yes. I find around here, a lot of us forget what it is to be what we are. Chanting a mantra has been proven to help center you.” Noel listed their head to the side, a sly smile creeping along their face. “Perhaps you might find some use in that practice.”

#c: milo1

atlasxrowle‌:

Atlas didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but the curtness in their tone was the closest thing to friendly that the other wolf ever came to. Not that Atlas took offence, quite the contrary, he felt sorry for anyone who couldn’t find some peace here. It was prison, torture, there were days when he wanted to scream and lose his mind, but he didn’t. He kept his head down, he did the work he was supposed to do, and somehow that added up to being nearly halfway happy. He smiled at Noel, laughing only lightly, but this time it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“The kids are lucky to have you Noel,” Atlas offered, he didn’t want to stay here, didn’t want families being born into this place and growing up. What would happen when all their tests had run out? Atlas supposed the government wasn’t about to just release the werewolves they’d gone through all the trouble of hunting. No. Their time here had an expiration date, he knew that, but what was out there? Atlas didn’t know. “maybe we should join our classes together sometime, I do some pretty wicked riffs with my acoustic.”

“Do you know if there are other places out there?” Atlas asked, his voice was a bit lower know, he didn’t know who could be listening, where microphones were places. Someone had once laughed about a guard only to be beaten to a pulp when they’d been well away from anyone’s earshot. Surveillance made them dangerous, that and the apparently fragile egos of the Blackbriar staff. “Like this one, I mean?”

Noel busied themself by cleaning up a few papers left over from her class. It wasn’t much in terms of supplies, but it was sometimes more than what Noel had growing up. Homeschooling in their pack seemed very informal, but the lessons they did learn they learned from a teacher with an iron fist. Lessons, traditions, history was ingrained into them from a young age. Noel took a similar approach when they taught here, despite more than a few parents not quite understanding their methods. A lot of these kids had gone to school with humans, been in “real” schools with real supplies. It was a hard adjustment, but Noel was figuring out how to cater to the parents while still making sure the kids would know true werewolf traditions.

Their packs may be different, but they were all the same larger family. That’s what Noel’s parents had always taught them. We may have divides, but when it comes down to it, it’s us against the humans. That’s how it’s always been and how it always will be.

“I hope they agree,” Noel replied, their eyes fixated on the small stack of papers. At the mention of joining classes and the perky tone with which he references “riffs”, Noel arched a brow and returned her eyes to the boy. “Sure, that sounds...interesting.” Noel couldn’t imagine what good an accoustic performance would do aside from make a few more potential “Dave Matthews Band” wannabees. Honestly, they couldn’t think of anything else they would rather do. But for now, they would bide their time.

“Prisons, you mean?” Noel lowered their eyes. In the weeks before they’d been brought here, they had listened for any sign of information. The scientists and researchers had been more than tightlipped around their subjects, but the guards were more handy. Noel averted their eyes again. They’d never been comfortable with emotions, that had always been their brother’s area. “A few. This is the largest, though.” They paused, awkward silence hanging in the air. “If you’re hoping someone you know or love may be living a ‘life’ like this rather than being tortured to death, I wouldn’t hold your breath.”

#c: atlas1 #53VER LATE

alessiakcne-deactivated20190820

♤ THE SPADES ; a moodboard

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#pack #aesthetic #omfg

danikawwolf‌:

Danika had been at Blackbriar for seven years and every year, the Heart pack seemed to like to put on some form of summer evening entertainment. They were soft and fun loving, always making Danika laugh and asking her why she wasn’t a member of their pack. The Club pack had called dibs on her first and she was a hard-worker, a common trait of the Club pack, as she often reminded them, before insisting that they go and enjoy themselves while she walked around the outside, looking in with a twinge of longing. Even as a part of a pack, she had never felt like she fitted in, having spent far too much time with humans growing up than her fellow werewolves would have liked.

Walking around the shore, watching her fellow wolves and keeping an eye on the guards that often stared at her to freak her out, she almost bumped into someone but managed to stop short before colliding with them. Noel’s sarcasm was completely lost on her, soaring over her head without leaving so much as a scratch.

“No, no it’s fine, I wasn’t watching where I was going either. I was to busy keeping an eye on… well, my eyes were focused elsewhere” she said, glancing back at the guards she had been eyeing with dislike and slight fear, before turning back to the werewolf she had almost knocked into. She bit her lip, wondering if she should carry on walking or attempt a conversation with them.

“How are you settling in, Noel?” she asked, choosing the latter.

Noel resisted the urge to roll their eyes. Sometimes the wolves in this place astounded her with their obliviousness. It may be cruel, but they weren’t surprised that so many of them had been caught and rounded up like this. They didn’t bother to lump themselves in, after all, they’d gotten caught too. They were in this same prison, weren’t they?

Noel’s eyes followed the girl’s, coming to rest on a particularly disgruntled guard. Her eyes held fear, while Noel’s were filled only with disdain. It took every ounce of willpower they had to keep from racing towards that guard, knocking him to the ground and showing him exactly what kind of monster they were really dealing with.

The image floated out of their mind when the other wolf addressed them. “Not well. But would anyone, really?” Everyone seemed to be asking them that. How did they settle in when they first got here, Noel wanted to ask. Was it butterflies and rainbows? Or did everyone want them to recount the horrors of losing their family? Of not knowing if their siblings were dead or alive? Of being reprimanded, beat and tortured by guards who knew nothing about them or their life? Who treated them just like any other stray?

“But no one really wants to know the answer to that, now do they?”

#c: danika1 #event1

Have you ever been in any other packs in your life?

Only the one I was born into. We were close, closer than blood. My immediate family had been part of the pack since it’s inception and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Unfortunately I have to accept a new family.

#answered #blackbriar.tmi #alessiakcne

If you were given the chance, would you kill a human without a second thought?

I suppose it would depend on which human –

Of course. Without hesitation.

#blackbriar.tmi #answered #Anonymous #I'M AN IDIOT

TMI Tuesday!

#send me things while i work through replies!#blackbriar.tmi

alessiakcne-deactivated20190820

(♠️) THE SPADES

❛ the WOLVES will CHASE you by the pale moonlight; DRUNK and DRIVEN by a DEVIL’S hunger.❜

#aesthetic.

liamwardx‌:

The newer ones always had a false sense of hope and pride. It was one his favourite pasttimes to help remind them that they were all freaks of nature. They of course didn’t know that automatically defaulted them to be his playtoys and muses to his torture methods. Liam had been demoted to take care of the populace of puppies in Blackbriar. He wouldn’t forget what war looked like when he saw it in front of him. This place? Was far from the war he saw. Though he often toyed with the thought of fuses to build a bomb. That would take one of the mutt’s lives too quickly though and that wouldn’t be fun to him.

A body was a puzzle to Liam, especially an animal body. It just needed him to take the pieces apart one by one. He hadn’t looked lower or else he might have noticed how close he was to them. The guard didn’t make the first comment to the mutt, no. Instead he sneered down to Noel with a brief nod. “You should. Watch where you’re going.” Liam shot back in an aggigated low tone, and his eyes narrowed down to them intently. “Trying to..escape.. are you?” They weren’t, but really who around them was going to tell a single soul?

To be certain he did a scan of the room, before his apathetic eyes swooped to challenge theirs.

Though they hadn’t been here long, Noel was all too familiar with the guards. They liked to make themselves known, throwing their power around like a weapon. Noel supposed it was, for them. Guards might be outfitted with silver bullets and all sort of torture weapons, but Noel was a killing machine all on their own. They didn’t need additional weapons. But numbers were not on their side, not yet.

Patience was the name of the game at the moment. So they would have to play nice.

The dark haired guard sneered down at them and Noel recognized the look of disgust and superiority. It took all the willpower they had not to slap the smug smile off his wretched face, to give in to the animalistic urges and let their true nature take over. Noel was sure in a one on one skirmish, they would come out on top. However, they also knew with the bonfire going on, guards would be on high alert, not to mention whatever sadistic surprises this one had up his sleeves.

“You’re so right, sir.” Noel’s eyes narrowed to slits. “But of course, why would I ever try to escape? I know someone as capable as you would have me back here before I even thought about it.” The demure act felt bitter on their lips. They’d have to scrub themselves raw to get rid of the feeling of their skin crawling.

#c: liam1 #event1

atlasxrowle‌:

Atlas dismissed his own class and decided to check-in on Noel, it wasn’t like he had been here for very much longer than them, but he knew how hard it was to settle in to the world of Blackbriar when you were used to running free. Which was the case, Atlas might not have remembered much of the outside world, but he remembered freedom before he became a lab rat, before everything had turned kind of gray.

As it happened he ended up colliding almost directly into them and stumbled a couple feet back, an apologetic look on his face which was not met in the same kind. He’d caught the tail end of Noel’s directive towards the class, part of him wondered if he should be treating them the same, but he shook the thoughts away, no, they were kids, not soldiers. What Noel did was their business, not his. And if the children did need that specific lesson, let them be the one to deliver it, he was content with letting his group color outside of the lines.

“Hey - sorry,” Atlas grinned, “uh I was actually looking for you. How are you settling in?”

Ah, Atlas. He was a Heart, and one who often kept his own on his sleeve for the entire world to see. Noel wasn’t unfamiliar with the type, their own pack had even had a few of the more empathetic members. That style simply wasn’t one Noel could ever employ in their own life. Though it definitely lent itself to their “profession”. Compassion and feeling wasn’t one of Noel’s strong suits, despite the passion they had for their cause.

“It’s fine.” The words said ‘fine’, but the tone was short and curt. Noel didn’t have time for small talk, but it seemed that’s all anyone around here ever wanted to do. Their head tilted to the side, eyes calculating. “I’m particularly unsettled, to be frank.” Why would anyone want to be settled here? Settling was admitting defeat. It was allowing yourself to give up, to lay down and accept your position. Noel refused.

They shrugged, allowing a sly smile to cross their features. “I don’t plan on being here long.” This response was usually met with a snort of laughter. Noel wasn’t an idiot. They knew the chances of getting out of this prison alone were slim. But if they could convince the rest of the packs to reach out and take what was theirs, to fight for the freedom they deserved, then maybe they would all stand a chance. “And it’s not exactly my idea of home.”

#c: atlas1 #event1 #one class over

dreamlandrpg

The Zealot

Noel Osway || 24 || They/Them or She/Her Spade Member

THE STORY SO FAR

The Osway family had been pack royalty in Southern South Dakota for as long as anyone could remember. Their very blood howled with centuries of lycan lore, ancient secrets passed down from Alpha to Alpha. The Osways never wanted for any sort of life among the humans, and never showed even the slightest interest in trying to blend in. They were pillars of the werewolf community, a beacon for keeping age old traditions alive. Families lived and thrived under each passing full moon, reveling in the shadows of the forest, never seeing a human, never fearing for their lives or the lives of their children. They wanted for nothing. Life under the canopy of trees had always been calm, peaceful, ideal. Even when someone challenged the Osway’s authority, confrontations were quelled with ease. Until one day it wasn’t.

The day werewolves became something real and tangible to the rest of the world was the end of life as the Osways knew it. Darkness crept around every corner, and with it came hunters and scientists and activists who hated everything that werewolves were. They called them monsters. But the wolves knew better. Humans were the true monsters.

Some of the younger wolves grew curious about humans, hoping that maybe some might be sympathetic to their cause, and despite warnings from the elder and esteemed families, they wandered outside of the pack’s protection. Some came back. Most never did. Most of the older families knew better than to leave the safety of the safety of their home, but they needed to be proactive if they wanted to protect what they loved. Noel was born to one such family, and they began to infiltrate a nearby town. It was their grandparents’ idea that they needed to be prepared for what was to come. They needed to blend if needed, but to keep themselves apart from the humans. They needed to remember who they truly were, even if they were surrounded by humans every day.

Noel never questioned their parents. They agreed wholeheartedly that their nation required the utmost protection. What they didn’t understand were her neighbors, brothers and sisters by marriage and life if not by blood, who wanted to live among the monsters. Didn’t they know it was their mistakes that led to the capture of werewolves all over the country? Weren’t they afraid for the lives of their packs? Did they not feel remorse or disgust for their choices?

As the years passed and more of her brethren disappeared first into the world of man and then beyond into death, Noel’s heart grew colder and harder. Wolves were being rounded up daily, forcing the pack to move further into seclusion if they wanted to survive. It was Noel’s connections, carefully formed throughout the years, that kept them alerted to the goings on, but eventually it would also be their downfall. Normally so careful and cautious when returning to their pack, Noel was followed. It was a mistake that would haunt them for the rest of their life.

Noel was the reason their family was taken. Noel was the reason they were being sliced open, experimented on, tortured. It was their fault. They tried to help their friends and family, tried to keep them strong, telling them lies about what bright, happy rainbows were waiting for them just outside these metal laboratory walls. But most of them would never see the light of day again. It was weeks before Noel was told they were being shipped off to another facility. Only one of their packmates had survived as long. Only one member of their family was coming with, traveling to a place called Blackbriar.

The place was supposed to be a “haven”. The closest thing to a real life any of them would ever see again. Of course, they would still be poked and prodded and tortured, but they could pretend to live normal lives. Noel watched as fellow wolves sat and stayed like common house pets, lying down whenever a guard told them to.

It wouldn’t stand. Some of her companions may have forgotten what being a lycan truly meant, but Noel would not. The time for passive complacence was over. If they wouldn’t protect themselves, then Noel would have to do it for them.

NOEL OSWAY IS PORTRAYED BY TATI GABRIELLE AND THEY ARE TAKEN

#aboutnoel

“Now children, before I let you go for the day, what must we remember?”

A chorus of small voices rang throughout the small room. “We will not be silenced. We will reclaim our heritage. We cannot lose who we are.”

Noel grinned, their heart blossoming with pride. Some of these pups’ parents may disagree with them, but Noel would make sure the younger generation had what it takes to overthrow their captors. They would make sure the children knew their rightful place, that when push came to shove, they wouldn’t find themselves unprepared for the fight at hand. So many of the wolves here were soft, some even creating friendships with their captors, their torturers. It was disgusting.

“You may go, I’ll see you all next week. Enjoy the bonfire!”

The bonfire. A silly thing organized by the softest among them, the Hearts, but even Noel could recognize the need to let loose every once in a while. Not to mention the fact that most community events that shoved all the packs together usually demanded at least one all out brawl. Noel wouldn’t miss it for the world. Maybe if they were lucky, they could convince a few more wolves to reach out and grab what was rightfully theirs and they could all get the hell out of here.

Noel hadn’t been in Blackbriar long, as they were often reminded, but that didn’t mean all hope was lost. It didn’t mean that they had to lie down an accept their fate to die in here, an experiment, a monster.

No, Noel would not go down like that. Even if it was just their own pack that had their back, Noel would find a way out of here and rip out anyone’s throat who stepped in their path.

Daydreams of ripping bloody sinew from faceless guards’ faces flooded Noel’s mind, distracting them from the bodies crossing their path.

“Excuse me, I guess I should watch where I’m going.” Sarcasm dripped on their words, but Noel had resolved to try to be less confrontational. For one night, at the very least.