up against your will

Savannah Cleary. 22. Werewolf. Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me up in your arms Too late to beg you or cancel it Though I know it must be the killing time Unwillingly mine Fate, up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until you give yourself to him In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels The killing moon Will come too soon

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01. Welcome to New Orleans

Savannah ran her thumb nail between her teeth, fighting the urge to bite it off. It'd been ten years since she'd kicked the nasty habit, but in the last two days she'd nearly gnawed off the tips of every one of her nails. With a sharp sigh Savannah threw her hands into her lap, clasping them together and forcing herself to stop. She'd never admit it, but Savannah was dreading the day and what was to come. It made her feel different, almost sick to her stomach, and not quite herself. She'd spent the night before laying out different clothes, hoping to find something that might impress the big city pack, but looking over everything she became even more aware of how different she was.

They weren't the same. They'd never be. If the Cleary pack wasn't so big that thought might have scared her, but she had to remind herself they they were five, only five werewolves, and her pack was forty. Numbers were about the only thing Savannah had on her side at the moment. They were the only thing she could cling to, reminding herself that they needed her -- they needed her pack -- that she had the upper hand. Savannah let out another sigh, a much more steady sigh, as if to set the thoughts into her mind permanently.

A tap on the door interrupted her mental pep talk, followed by the sound of her mother's silvery voice, "Honey, they're here. The Ramsey pack is here." Savannah took a quick glimpse around her room, taking in what very well could be her last moment alone for a long while. "For the pack," she muttered at a barely audible volume, before heading out the door of her little house on the bayou. 

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Savannah Mae Cleary: Moodboard [1/?]

"Yes, I live on the bayou. Yes, I drink more sweet tea than water, eat crawfish at least once a week, and sometimes I go catch catfish with my brother and pa'. I'm from the South, what the hell did you expect? Just because I'm a walkin', talkin' Southern stereotype that don't make me any less of a person -- or a werewolf for that matter."

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Under blue moon I saw y o u        So soon you'll  --- take me                     

     Up in your arms          T o o  l a t e to beg you or cancel it  Though I know it must be the killing time

                           Unwillingly m i n e

THE -- B A S I C S

Savannah Mae Cleary

August 11th, Leo

Werewolf

Cleary Pack

{ + } caring, empathetic, self-sacrificing, protective, kind

{ - } stubborn, reckless, vulgar, hot-headed, immature

panromantic bisexual

T H E P A C K

Father: Travis Cleary

Mother: Marlene Cleary nee Thornton

Brother: Colton Cleary

Sister: Willow Cleary

Sister: Autumn Cleary

A B O U T

Savannah Cleary, the eldest daughter of the Cleary pack's alpha, Travis Cleary, is the alpha heir to the Cleary pack. She has three younger siblings Colton (20), Willow (17), and Autumn (12). 

The Cleary pack lives in more than a dozen small houses built out on the New Orleans bayou. They very much represent the Southern stereotype -- crawfish eating, catfish catching, sweet tea drinking, bayou bathing, and all. 

Just like her father, Savannah works at the local car garage as a mechanic. She's been helping her dad out since she was seven years old, and has loved every bit of it, even the grease, ever since. She gets a lot of cat calls from the male customers and "hon you can't work here!" from the ladies, but Savannah isn't hesitant to put them in their place. 

The Cleary pack has always been looked down on by other packs. They look at them like backwater hicks who aren't that different from their canine counterparts. Savannah is determined to change that. She knows she's a Southern stereotype, and she owns up to it. She doesn't think that makes her or her pack any less important as werewolves. 

A pack of misfits, the Cleary pack has quickly become the biggest pack in the South, with nearly forty 'wolves pledging themselves to the pack. Unlike many other packs, there really isn't a hierarchy to the Cleary pack. Of course, there's an alpha leading the pack, but it's lead much more like a family. 

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