#hawk.

[2le9ander]

[whitmcres]

   𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓   𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒     ──     ft.   @moskohwitz     (    ©   stcrgirl   )

[peacock-sylv-blog]

✉️ JAMIE > SYLV

[Jamie]: Sylv, my favorite little vacuum, how've you been? I know Bisi said he's staying with you and I must ask you to let me know WHAT your punishment is for me. Sylv, my precious little peacock, do it asap, okay? OH-- and, I have your favorite crystal dust, ready for you to collect again :) Give me a texty text, Hoover. Ciao !

Sylv: Hello babe, I've been waiting for this message

Sylv: Crystal? I'm offended that you would even consider that I'd be the type to do crack cocaine.

Sylv: This is cruel of me, I'm sorry, but you hurt my feelings. Your task is to get rid of that motorcycle of yours; it's for your own good anyways.

[peacock-sylv-blog]

@cagedhawk

Despite the cold that Sylv had managed to find herself plagued with-- the brunette refused to let her quarantine in Whitebridge keep her from indulging in her usual activities. Fashion week would have to wait, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t get dressed up and attend to her obligations. A last minute email from one of the many associations that she belonged to meant that she was required at one of the many events that they were hosting, and this one required a date. Victor wasn’t answering his phone, which made sense when she realized what the actual event was, but it made way for her to select the perfect person to invite.

All it took was a slip of a mention that it was a bachelor’s auction for Jamie to agree to come. The brunette pulled a suit from a bag; it had been one of her final choices for Peter, but it would fit the other man just fine-- minus the cropped fit. Sylv whipped the door open, sniffing and gesturing for him to come inside. “I’m on my fourth sudafed, you’re going into med, right?” She closed the door behind him, “If I drink on top of it, will I die or feel fantastic?”

[peacock-sylv-blog]

@cagedhawk

The pier wasn’t anywhere that Sylv had thought to visit before, and despite the fact that Jamie’s description of the place hadn’t brightened it in her eyes— she still dressed up to go. Long legs looked even longer in striped palazzo pants; despite the fact that she attempted to keep her appearance casual with a t-shirt, when she stepped foot onto the sandy lot that she’d parked her car, it became awfully clear that her shoes would not be making it out of their adventure unscathed.

A cigarette found it’s way to her lips and she took a few pulls to quiet her nervousness. The action won her the disapproving gaze of several mothers and their tiny charges, which in turn made her smile. Jamie was late, fashionably so and his arrival was announced by the loud roar of the bike that she despised, screeching into the space beside her. Sylv pushed herself off of the side of her vehicle, “I’ve already seen at least three people in Tevas, I think the world might be ending.”

[peacock-sylv-blog]

@cagedhawk

The tension after dinner had seemingly dissipated, but for Sylv, she imagined that instead of disappearing completely-- it simply relocated, it lived now in the space between her brows, in the knots that made up her spine. She moved through the Manor silently, picking out the spots on the hallway that wouldn’t shift under her feet, a practiced dance as she sought out a room on the other end of the hall. 

Jamie. Thin fingers curled up in a fist and she gave the door a tentative knock before pushing it open slightly, “Can we talk?”

[ofwrxth]

BASICS

Name: Howard “Hawk” Weston

Age & Birthday: 44 & June 13, 1979

Gender/Pronouns: cis man / he & him 

Birthplace: Los Angeles, CA

Time in Hollow Cove:  TBD

Species: Werewolf -  Medina Pack  

Roles in Hollow Cove: Soldier / Watcher

Positive traits:  bold, direct, fearless, spontaneous, 

Negative traits: irritable, incorrigible, unpredictable, violent

ABOUT

Bear and Hawk are names always spoken in tandem, as no one ever sees one Weston brother without the other. They were born into the criminal Medina wolf pack of Los Angeles, a place where their father had carved a name for himself as a brutal and merciless figure. He was a cruel collector, often leaving people he visited hospitalized. But it was no facade he wore for work, as even behind closed doors, Jonas Weston remained violent and cold. Even their mother fell victim to his cruelty, succumbing to her injuries with only her sons at her side.

It was then that something snapped within the brothers, and just like that, Bear and Hawk knew instinctively what needed to be done. Despite only being teenagers, they were already hardened by the harsh realities of their upbringing and wasted no time. Jonas Weston disappeared a few months after their mother’s death, ending years of misery and violence. The brothers were independent enough to survive without a guardian, but the Medina pack offered them support and work to help keep them on their feet, eventually shaping the Weston brothers into trusted henchmen within the pack.

Hawk is known as the louder of the brothers, speaking for both of them or sitting back with an amused grin when Bear decides to open his mouth. He's a force to be reckoned with, and anyone who sees Hawk knows that it's about to get loud, or violent, or both. Together, there’s almost no hope for any respite but despite their frenzied ways of working, they take their job seriously. The two of them capable and unfazed by any grizzly task or violence.

When the war engulfed Los Angeles in 2020, Bear and Hawk managed to escape together and joined with another group of Medina survivors, led by Beckett Rhodes. They have remained with the group ever since, fairing well in the wilderness and doing whatever is needed to survive. There may not be anybody Bear and Hawk search for specifically, but both brothers agree that the group and pack is the only family they’ve ever known aside from one another. Even if Hawk can't stop complaining about the Canadian weather and asking why they couldn't go to Mexico instead.