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I can't keep putting him off. It has been weeks since I've seen either of my brothers, or my grandparents, and Lux is starting to call more and more. I... I've always been close to my little brother. Some of the things that I've done, I've done for him. For his wellbeing. They may have been... brash, sure, but they were necessary so that he could be taken care of by the right people. By people who loved him. By my grandparents.

Now, he feels like I've abandoned him. The truth is, since triggering the wolf gene, I'm terrified to see him. Will I hurt him? Will he be able to tell? Can I hide it? Then I wonder... what if he has the gene, too? What if he has triggered, or will trigger soon. If my grandparents don't know where it came from, how can I guide him without being able to fully guide myself?

I need to talk to Simon about it soon...

Maybe... maybe he can help.

#ccitytask019

prismatiiicx

"Never, ever." She smiled and walked in, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the table and put the things down - containers of grilled steak and mashed potatoes and broccoli. There was also a container of lasagna, and of course, desserts.

"Who doesn't love impromptu dinners with a friend in a messy room?" She teased, putting the utensils out. "How have you been?"

wolfknightpoe

Vincent was not expecting so much to be in front of him. "This is looking less like lunch and more like dinner now. I thought it was more leftovers than a full meal."

He took everything, though he took an obviously small amount of the broccoli. Definitely not one of his favorites. "Been pretty good. Plenty of work to go around, but nothing too heavy. How're your things going?"

prismatiiicx

She laughed. "Well, I figured that there would be enough left to make leftovers. Food doesnt really go to waste if you eat it, even if it's a little over time." She took her own plate and began to scoop out some of the different foods. It all looked good. She expected nothing less.

"Hell yeah," she smiled, sitting her plate down and sitting in a chair. "Tiring. A lot of work, but... a lot of work. I have to make sure that I keep everything separate so that I don't have any scheduling conflicts. I have to keep double checking behind my agent, just to be sure."

#event: coviwood #wolfknightpoe

prismatiiicx

"Just wanted to stop in and bring you some lunch," Ellie smiled, holding up the bag of food. "That is, if you're hungry. Otherwise, I guess... maybe I won't scare you away with me stuffing my own face." She had met Vincent on set. She was making quite a name for herself in the television industry, but she tended to shy away from fellow actors. Most of her friends were behind the scenes.

They shared more in common with her.

wolfknightpoe

She was given a warm smile. He normally didn't make many friends around Coviwood. Not that he didn't like people, he just usually was busy helping with so many of the sets around the studio. So he usually didn't have many relationships other than his pals outside the studio. But Ellie had just had a way of growing on him.

"A wise person never turns down a free meal." He cleared a spot on the couch for her and coffee table. "Or time with a good friend who doesn't mind a bit of a messy room."

prismatiiicx

"Who doesn't love impromptu dinners with a friend in a messy room?" She teased, putting the utensils out. "How have you been?"

#event: coviwood #c: vincent

prismatiiicx

"I haven't seen you in quite some time. I was starting to think you were scared of me," she teased. For the most part, Ellie was back to normal after everything that had happened. The heightened senses were growing back to their usual heights after being so dulled.

sui-generis-elessar

Elessar looked up at the teasing words. Half of his face still a mass of healing burn scars. He looked the pretty civilian over, thinking about their last encounter and just how enjoyable it had been. He smirked and replied, "What kept me away was the rather unhappy instance of nearly being incinerated." He gestured for her to sit down, "Come sit with me Eleanora and tell me how you are adjusting."

prismatiiicx

She smiled at him softly before nodding. Even with his burns, he had such a handsome face. Ellie sat down, putting her messenger bag on the floor beside her. "Better. I couldn't... feel anything for a while. I couldn't feel. Taste. Hear, really... but... I'm better now."

"The whole wolf thing is still a little chaotic," she gave a soft laugh and looked down. It was a nervous laugh. One with some shame. She had killed her assistant, after all.

#c: elessar c.

sui-generis-elessar

@covairecitystarters

Elessar's went up to the person that was looking at him. Where he was sitting, enjoying a little food as he sat at an outside table. People often looked at the still healing burn scars. He gave a small smirk as he asked, "Can I help you with something?"

prismatiiicx

#c: elessar c.

wolfknightpoe

Break Time Spoiled?

@covairecitystarters

There wasn't anything on the schedule today for another few hours, so Vincent was back in small workshop taking some time to himself. He didn't often get much time to catch up on one of his favorite book series, and he was quite enjoying the time to himself. So he wasn't exactly expecting a knock on the doorframe.

"Need something?"

prismatiiicx

They shared more in common with her.

#c: vincent #e: coviwood

simonhbishop:

The tremors, the moans, her scent, her body, even down to those teeth that he finds so goddamn adorable and charming, she’s driving him crazy. He just wants to keep fucking her until they both fall asleep from exhaustion, but it’s not a good idea before her first full moon.

Her last comment makes him chuckles gently, and he presses his nose to her neck. “I’m the one who should be saying that…” He whispers, still thrusting his hips slowly. Though, he forces himself to just ride his last orgasm alongside hers, and calm himself for a moment. “We’ll need to sleep at one point… you need to catch some rest.” Though, he has yet to stop moving inside her, as his large hands caress her face and her hair softly. He leans down and kisses her deeply, it’s slow but full of fire nonetheless. “Wrap your legs around me baby…” He whispers, and once she’s done it, he sits back on his heels, bringing her with him to sit in his lap.

"One more time… just one…“ He promises, before lifting her little body almost completely off his cock, then pulls her back down completely. The wolf groans lustfully, before he keeps the rhythm slowly, but makes sure to make her feel the full length and girth of his cock inside her.

—The next day ~ full moon night

Simon had lent the woman one of his looser t-shirt, knowing it’d look like a mini dress on her. Then he brought her to a place by a lake in the wood where he knew would be relatively quiet. Then, he’d made them both undress fully, before having a short swim in the lake.

ow, as the full moon is about to rise, he knows what’s coming. "Your whole body is probably tingling. Ellie…” He says and cradles her face into his hands to make sure she’s looking at him. “It will hurt, don’t resist. The less you resist, the faster it will go. If you get scared, focus on my scent, and just roll with it. You’ll be alright… remember don’t fight it…” He says, and kisses her forehead, before he takes a step back, cracking his neck. “Once shifted, you’ll never feel as free than during a full moon."

Simon’s shift is almost elegant, as he bows his head, and leans forward, growling under his breath for a moment as his begins to change. Then, he lets himself fall on all fours, but shifts as he does so, and it’s a wolf that lands, not a man. He sits back to encourage the shewolf to join him.

. . . .

The day before had been lovely, but even the orgasms that she very vividly remembered couldn’t keep her nerves down. She was a mess internally - a huge whirlwind of fear and worry. What would happen to her tonight? Ellie was terrified of that answer.

The lake was calming, albeit only a little. The sound of the water brought some peace. She tried to remind herself that she was small in comparison to the grand scheme of things - a tiny little human, alongside a large world. The evening carried, passing both painfully quickly and tormentingly slow... she frowned while back on shore.

“I don’t want to do this...” she gasped, leaning her head into his hands. She didn’t want this.

Don’t fight it.

She didn’t know if she couldn’t. She stood there, both in amazement of his shift... and fear of her own. Ellie was scared.

It hit her suddenly, a sharp pain through her spine, rendering her down on her knees in a matter of seconds. “FUCK!” She gasped, panic clear in her eyes as her head began to feel as if it would split open. Her nails clawed down into the earth beside her, and she cried out.

Don’t fight it. Don’t fight it. Don’t fight it.

It took longer than his shift. It was painful... but when it was over, a little white wolf lay there. Golden fur was mixed in with her otherwise white coat, giving off a shimmer under the moonlight. Everything looked so... different. Raw. Beautiful. It only took a moment for her lavender eyes to find him, and she pushed herself up on shaky legs that soon stabilized.

#c: simon b.

magisterleonedupont

@covairecitystarters

Leone was beyond bored. And physical therapy had done little. Or more like the fact that it wasn't just temporary nerve damage just hadn't sunk in. The mage was stubbornly holding on to the last strands of hope that their condition was temporary. The last thing they wanted was to be left wheelchair bound.

And on top of everything, the pain meds had them really unaware of who they currently were incoherently babbling to. But the stranger seemed to be tolerating the presence at the bare minimum. Then the mage noticed the presence of someone else in the room.

prismatiiicx

magisterleonedupont:

@covairecitystarters

Leone was beyond bored. And physical therapy had done little. Or more like the fact that it wasn’t just temporary nerve damage just hadn’t sunk in. The mage was stubbornly holding on to the last strands of hope that their condition was temporary. The last thing they wanted was to be left wheelchair bound.

. . . .

Ellie’s eyesight was back. Her hearing and taste were still dulled, but her speech and hearing had returned. She took an appointment with a physician that she was friends with and while he could give her no definitive answers, they were both happy with the outcome. None of it was permanent.

It was wrong for Ellie to go into a room of someone that she didn’t know. “I apologize,” she whispered softly, embarrassed immediately. “I thought that you were someone else.”

#c: leone d.

wolfknightpoe

@prismatiiicx

Vincent usually met the lovely Miss Warr at the Guild or the steps of the High Council's Building (Her workplace or the Dominion to anyone else), but tonight was different. Tonight the half-elf and the knight had other plans. Music, dancing, and maybe something more in the Entertainment District called VIP. Or that had been the plan for their date, but when Vincent arrived, Ellie was not looking exactly well.

"Lady Warr, this is supposed to be a frivolous and merry outing, but you seem to not be enjoying yourself. Is everything alright?"

prismatiiicx

This had been a horrible idea. Ellie knew that. She had hoped that she would be able to deal a little better, but she simply couldn’t. The lights were too bright, the noises were too loud, and she hated the feeling of people dancing far too close to her.

A familiar voice gave her some relief. Vincent. She exhaled softly, and smiled, “I know… I know. I’m sorry. Maybe… would you be okay with a walk instead? Somewhere quiet and peaceful?”

#c: Vincent p.

My senses are slowly returning, diary. That’s a good thing. At this point, I don’t care if they are overpowering. They are better than the silence. They are better than the screaming that I hear from her. The food may be bland, and the noises may be dull — but I can still hear her screaming as I rip into her… the taste of her blood. I still feel the nausea. Well… as a human, I feel the nausea, but the wolf inside of me has not stopped scratching at me ever sense. It’s like it enjoyed it. I’m sure it did, actually. I know it did. It wants more, and my dulled tastes do nothing to help with that.

it makes it angrier.

It almost feels like it’s starving, because nothing can satiate that clawing. It’s almost making me even more crazy than before. And… there’s something in the back of my mind that’s just telling me to go hunt. But I can’t. Not in the city. I have to be cautious. I need… someone I’ve never seen before. Someone I can’t possibly care about. Maybe some… No. i can’t do that. What if I lose control? What if I can’t get it back? I need to speak with someone. Simon.

…. how did he make that steak again?

#ccitytask019

lotsofcelebs

Sydney Sweeny

#♡ &&. loving her was r e d. // visage.

The news of the first explosion came as a shock to her – who would attack Covaire? The news swirled the city, planting feelings of uneasiness in her. Was it an isolated attack? Would there be more? Ellie chose then to close down her business until further notice and to instead work from home… home where it was safe, right? Perhaps it was a childish response to fear – one that she had been conditioned to do in her human life, to hide within the place that was most familiar. But she was worried. She was always protected – first by her family, and then by Simon, yet here alone… she felt exposed.

ii.

She didn’t want to be alone, and her assistant had called her in pure fear. She went to her home, but the comfort of being with another person didn’t last long. The sound was so shrill and sharp. Ellie felt an animalistic pull that she hadn’t felt in a month—and she couldn’t even try to resist it. The wolf was standing in front of the other girl in a matter of minutes. She was blinded by a feral drive to hunt… and within seconds she sprinted forward, releasing a deep roar from her chest as the girl ran from her.

She wouldn’t get far.

iii.

She had lost her mind – Ellie didn’t know what to do. She left Alessandra’s body there near the East Side, bloodied and mangled and though she’d cleaned herself up, she still felt nauseous knowing what she’d done to her. She felt nauseous because… it was the freest she’d ever felt. She headed home in the dead of the night. An eerie silence fell first, then her sense of smell began to fade, then her taste, and finally, her vision darkened to nothing but a black void. “H-… Hello!?” She couldn’t hear her own voice. She couldn’t speak – she couldn’t hear… and she was alone.

iv.

She was in a hospital bed – she only knew it from feeling the rails on the side of the bed. Someone, some sweet soul in the midst of all of this terror had helped her. She wanted to go home but had no way to get there on her own, and no way to really tell them that. Despite the first attack… perhaps, just perhaps she would be safe here, or as safe as she could be. She still worried though – was Simon okay? He’d become such a calming force for her… he was someone who cared, and she could not help but to care and be concerned.

“Nurse?” Her voice had come back, even though she couldn’t hear it to be aware. After a few moments, the nurse’s hand touched her own, to alert her that someone was there and that they could hear her. “I would like to go home.” A finger tapped twice on the back of Ellie’s hand – signaling that she could not. One for yes, twice for no. The next motion was slow and deliberate, to give the girl time to register what they said in her brain. The finger traced ‘F-I-R-E’ on the back of Ellie’s hand, a warning that she was better off in the hospital… her heart sank.

vi.

She did not hear the final explosion – but she did hear low, disfigured screams of pain. They sounded muffled, as if she was under the water, completely submerged while someone screamed from the shore. But it was better than nothing. It was better than what it had been. Her vision was still too cloudy to see safely, but her nose, while still dulled, picked up the faintest tint of blood and singed flesh. It too, smelled far away, despite it pooling through the hospital—so strong that it overwhelmed others. Perhaps it was a saving grace for now, at least.

#ccitysolo #event: titan's war

jingleilau:

“I mean, that’s just my education level. And Biology Majors are a dime-a-dozen really. I took the arguably easier route of just teaching versus trying to fight everybody with a B.A. or Masters for the ability to work in a lab somewhere. Then again, I guess some folks would say having to deal with lots of other people’s kids is harder. But I do love it a lot.”

“Historical art, huh? Cute, smart, and excellent taste in electives. Now that’s what I’d call intimidating.” He gave her a chuckle, trying to match her energy. She was interesting and cute at the very least. “What’s your favorite artist or cultural style if you don’t mind me asking?”

. . .

Ellie smiled. She was sure that he was a great teacher. Then again, she was sure that they all must have been to be in Covaire. Only the best of the best. She smiled at him. “I wouldn’t say that. You’ll give me a big head from the compliments,” the wolf giggled.

“Oh, gosh, there are so many.” So many different artists that she loved. “It’s so hard to pinpoint, but I will say, I absolutely adore Spanish style. I spent some time in Spain for a while, exploring the museums there and different architecture. They were absolutely beautiful. What about you? What is your favorite?”

#c: jing l.

erebus-richter:

“Did you not?” he asked, finding her admission intriguing and taking the opportunity to pick at it. “It’s better than human, isn’t it?” He considered her a moment, a short pause in which he rethought his question. “Or perhaps it isn’t yet. But you’ll adjust to the species change, soon. Everyone always does.”

“Mm. It’s all more intense. I am also still rediscovering food, now that blood is no longer at the top of the menu.” He wryly laughed and returned her smile. “I’ve been well. I didn’t think I would miss Covaire quite as much as I did in the end.”

. . .

“I always thought... I’d be a vampire...” The words are a whisper, and they escape her lips before she can even dream of stopping them. Though becoming a wolf had given her pleasures that she had never imagined - and she could safely say now, that she didn’t regret anything, part of her still wanted to be completely frozen — eternally perfect.

“I’m sure I will,” she responded finally and smiled. “Yeah?” her eyes perked up at that. “Tell me, since coming back to food, what is your favorite?” A childish question perhaps, but she was curious. “Welcome back.”

#c: erebus r.

simonhbishop:

Simon can’t get enough of her lustful screams and cries, it’s only adding more fuel to an already overflowing endless pit of desire and stamina. Though, it doesn’t compare to hearing her calling him Daddy———because truth is that he hadn’t really realised what he’d been saying until that precise moment. And there, she cums around his cock, cunt tightening so hard around him, he almost completely loses his mind, pounding so hard into her at an inhuman speed.

He’s sure he’d blacked out for a moment.

But then she bites him while in this mating press position, and whatever is left of his humanity in that moment completely snaps, and Simon almost howls, fucking into her so brutally that he can see in the corner of his eye her skin bruising. But he’s too far gone to care. She calls herself his, and primeval growls that comes out of his body next is something to remember— “Mine! My fucking bitch!” The snarls is animalistic, and even if he’ll be profoundly apologising tomorrow – not knowing if he had pushed thins a bit too far – for saying so much stuff in the heat of the moment, there’s no denying that if someone was to come in right now, Simon might attack them.

Ellie pulls him down for a kiss, where he forgets to breathe until her body starts to tremble as another orgasm rakes through it. Being forced to fight for air, brings back a bit of clarity to his mind, but barely. “Can’t get enough of you baby———” He cries out, as he feels his balls tightening and he shoots another load inside her welcoming pussy.

. . .

Even with healing, her body was delightfully sore. There’s no doubt in her mind that if she was still human, she’d have been shattered right there on his bed. His snarls and growls are nearly music to her hears - aggressive, yet oddly sweet promises, expressions of claim - something that makes butterflies ignite beneath her skin as her body trembles around him in a euphoric haze.

His. All his.

Her eyes, still lavender, are clouded with pleasure and exhaustion. “You don’t have to,” she whispered as their lips met once more, and she could feel him filling her once more, mixing his essence with her own again - a welcomed feeling.