Isea, as we all know, is like a wolf man tarzan senario. However! As he was around 13 (i think i said) he knew how to speak and read. That doesn’t mean its anything past a 7th graders vocabulary. He actually kept up his vocabulary and readin skills durring that time reading the books in his father’s cabin and occasionally stealing other campers materials. (He never went to other for help or even showed that he was in fact not missing as record show. His aunt ((which is a whole nother story)) found out he was still alive via a camping trip and demanded him be integrated into her care. This did not go over well.) Since his re-introduction to society, he has gotten and maintained a vast vocabulary and is very knowledgeable about many things. Sadly one of those things is dating...and parenting...and being social in a non weird way...so maybe theres a few things he should work on...
Summery: Lea managed to get himself int a real shitty pickle and in turn meets a mysterious boy in the woods. Word count:2,500
He shouldn’t have done that.
He knew damn well what they’d do to him if they caught him. He’d been outed, and worse punched the guy who outed him. This town wasn’t fond of those like him, he knew what they would do. So he ran. He ran past people and their kids, through traffic and at every turn he saw them. Their words were getting to him, but he had to keep running. He knew that he couldn’t go home, if he did they’d know where he lived and there's no doubt they would just wait for him. He couldn’t stay in his house forever. He could fight sure, but eight guys? No way was he walking away from that. What was left? The town center? The river? The woods? Out of those options, his best option is the woods. So he took a sharp left and shot towards the woods. He may have known them like the back of his hand, he knew them well enough to escape the gang of testosterone stampeding behind him. Each of them were yelling something out, threats and the like. That only made him push forward, his lungs burning.
Soon enough he had entered the woods and while he had fallen here and there, nothing was gonna stop him from running. He didn’t care if he was broken or bleeding, he had to escape them or something far worse than a broken bone or scraped knee was in store. He figured he’d have to dodge roots and rocks; what he didn’t take into account, however, was the small cliff-side overlooking a lake. Had this always been here? It wasn’t very big or steep, he’d surely survive the jump, but would he really have to? The group of boys had managed to keep pace with him throughout the chase. They’d be here any second now. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. What now? If he jumps he’ll survive but walk away with a broken bone if he was lucky to not hit any rocks. He could wait to see if they’d even find him, but then he’d have to accept he’d be dead at fifteen and that his body would most likely never be found. Just as he was about to make a decision the thicket before him began to shift and move. They’d found him.
“We got you now Sinclair, youse got nowhere to go.” The greasiest boy of all of them, Tommy Sykes. He was known for being a weasel in life, seven-teen years old and had more “experience” than anyone else in their school. Did people treat him like a slut? No they honoured him, worshiped the guy. It only Infuriated him further. “What’cha gonna do now Sinclair? Your too much of a pussy to jump.” Tommy’s group snickered behind him. They practically surrounded him. He’d die here in the woods, and the only person who’d know hes gone would be Arlene. The goth girl told him his impulse control would get him in trouble. Why couldn’t he just listen? Why did he have to kiss that boy? Why couldn’t he see it was a trap?
“C’mon Tommy, let’s get this shit over with, I ain’t missing tonight’s game.” One of his lackeys said spitting afterwards. Tommy only smiled, his swollen cheek straining his face. What was he thinking?
“Yeah, y’know you don’t deserve the long drawn out beatin’. So,” he paused, drawing a knife from is back pocket. “I’ll make this quick.” This was it, he was gonna die alone in the woods. Before anyone could move a muscle, howling was heard. Tommy and his group looked around for the source but he hadn’t dared to take his eyes off of them. His eyes widened when a large pack of wolves slowly came up behind Tommy and his posse. They were all boxed in. One of the boys went to kick at a wolf, trying to be a tough guy and scare it away, but that only resulted in a nasty bite to the ankle. The kids screams filled the woods, jolting them all. A few of the other boys went to help him but were halted by the snapping of more wolves. The first wolf eventually let go, blood dripping from its grey fur. It snarled and bared its teeth. Was this better than dying by Tommy’s hand? He had no clue. He could feel his sweat seeping through his thin shirt and gulped back his fear. He decided if he was gonna go out he’d go out his way, even if it means slowly at the bottom of a cliff. So in an instant, he had turned away from Tommy’s group and bolted forward, jumping right off the cliff.
The only sounds he heard other than the wind rushing past his ears were wolf snarls and snapping along with the yelps and screams of the gang. Was it bad to leave them at the mercy of the wolves? No. They deserve what’s coming to ‘em. The lake surface was rushing up faster than he could register, and in a moment he was under the water. Struggling only a moment, then he breaching the surface. He gasped for breath, that was the most intense thing ever and judging by the fact the only sounds were the water and swaying trees, it was safe to assume the gang either ran or were subsequently eaten by wolves. Though it was unlikely Tommy’s gang met their demise, he had hoped that was what happened. The shore wasn’t too far away so without another thought he began swimming. There was no doubt his shitty phone and wallet were ruined. Meaning he couldn’t call anyone, he’d have to trek back into town and all the way home soaked. Maybe he could stay out in the woods in hopes someone would come looking for him, but really other than Arlene who was gonna look for him? He wasn’t popular in school and his brother and dad had disowned him. They couldn’t care less about him. The only thing he could do was trek through the woods and hope he doesn’t get lost.
He reached the shore quickly, thankfully he was wearing some light jeans as opposed to his usual baggy choice. He crawled on to shore and flopped on his back finally letting go. Hot tears rolled down the sides of his face. This was his life, why was it like this? Couldn’t he have been born straight? Why did god hate him so? Was there even a god anymore? After everything he’d been through, if there was a God then they absolutely picked favourites. He was suffering from being alive, being who he is while people like Tommy and worse roam free. Why why why? It was all he could think, his small sobs turned loud. He curled in on himself, sobbing loudly. He couldn’t understand why things were this way, he couldn’t understand what made him this way, he couldn’t understand why he was alive. His mother could have chosen her life over his, if he could go back in time he'd make sure he'd never been born. Then he wouldn’t have to suffer. His sobs died down, now becoming small sniffles. He wondered how long it had been since he left town. Slowly he sat up and brushed the red hair from his face, he hated this. He didn’t know how long it was he sat there, he just knew his tears had dried and he was more damp than soaked. He wanted to stay here, rot in the woods, he wouldn’t bother anyone that way. But he knew he couldn’t. He was either too stubborn or a coward, he couldn’t tell which. He sat in silence, his head swimming with thoughts when rustling came from behind him. Had Tommy come back for more Did they live and decide to come back and finish what they started? He didn’t care anymore.
“If you’re comin’ back to kill me, you best make it quick.” He spoke to the person behind him. It wasn’t an animal, they were too heavy to be a small animal. Maybe it was a wolf, but even still his statement still stands. He heard a grunt from behind him and he furrowed his brows. He turned to see a taller boy. He was maybe 5’11” with black hair. He couldn't be no older than seven-teen. He wasn’t wearing much it looked like some torn shorts and shirt. He was breathing heavily and holding his side like he was in pain. Who was he? He wasn’t part of Tommy’s gang, he would have remembered that. The boy limped closer to him, grunting with every step. What was he gonna do? Was he gonna bully him too? He couldn’t take anymore. A clunk was heard and looking down near the boys feet was Tommy’s pocket knife. It was bloodied and bent but it was there. It was like a trophy, this boy was there, this boy defended him without knowing him, and this boy won the fight and had the knife to show for it. It clicked with him then, he got stabbed in the process of protecting him. He cleared his throat and began to strip his shirt.
“Come here,” he paused looking at the hesitant boy. “You’re bleedin’, please, let me help you.” The raven haired boy slowly got closer and sat down in front of him. Lifting his hand he could see bright red blood. Immediately he got to work. What seemed like a stab was really just a shallow slash. It shouldn’t need stitches, at least he didn’t think so. He tied the shirt tightly against the strangers waist and sighed at the sight.
“What’s your name?”
He got a grunt in return. Of course he wasn’t gonna get a name, he probably didn’t want to be associated with him. His face dropped and he looked away from the boy and towards the knife on the ground. He showed it to him like it was a trophy, like he was saying I won on your behalf. Why?
“Isea.”
“What?”
“Isea...Marshall.”
A name he got a name. Maybe it was hesitance but he got it. He smiled lightly at Isea.
“Well then Isa, I’m Lea, Lea Sinclair. Nice to meet you.” Lea stuck out his hand to Isea, and slowly Isea too his hand and shook it. Isea had a firm grip but it didn’t hurt. It matched his physical appearance, mean and rough but not out to kill you. “Did you fight Tommy? By yourself?” He asked with genuine worry. It was bad enough he was on Tommy’s radar, he didn’t want the Isa to be on it too. Isea shook his head and picked up the knife.
“Not alone. Family helped.” His voice was hoarse like he hadn’t talked properly in years. Man could Lea fall in love here and now? You bet you sweet bippy he could.
“Your family? Where are they?” Lea had only asked out of curiosity, but to his surprise Isa turned his head and howled. Like straight up Howled to the sky. At first nothing but then a pack of maybe seven or more wolves howled back and Lea could hear the shrubbery rustling around them. The pack of wolves was his family. Isea didn’t live in society, he lived in the woods. Behind Isa, wolves appeared. The exact ones that distracted his bullies long enough for him to escape. This was their doing. And Isa was smack in the middle of it. Isea looked behind him to see his family sitting down in a semi circle around the two of them. They understood what Isea couldn’t. He didn’t know what made him jump into action, he just knew he couldn’t let them hurt this boy. They’d have to go through him. And he’d make damn well sure they wouldn’t even get that far. “I don’t know what I expected but it wasn't this.” Lea spoke suddenly breaking the silence between them. Isea nodded sadly and went to move away from him when Lea grabbed his hand. It was much larger than his with literal claws. “Stay please.” Lea’s voice broke slightly.
Isea only stared at him before getting up and pulling Lea along with him. Lea shivered due to wet and cold. He looked to the sky to see the sun setting. Had it really gotten so late.
“It’s late...go home tomorrow.” Isa’s voice was low and hoarse, but he projected it so Lea could hear. It hurt him he could tell so rather than asking any questions when Isea began to walk away, Lea just followed after him. The pack lead the way for the two human teens, Isea was staying very close to Lea. They walked a short distance before coming up to a small alcove in the side of the cliff. It was their den. While the wolves got settled in the den Isea made quick work on a fire pit for Lea. He didn’t much like fire pits as he used the warmth of the den to stay warm but he felt that Lea would be more comfortable if he wasn’t surrounded by large predators. Soon enough the pit was made and lit thanks to Isea and the two were left outside the den while the wolves were left to their own devices.
“I don’t know if I thanked you earlier but thank you. Seriously I would’ve been dead meat back there.” Lea spoke softly, afraid he’d break out into tears again. Isea only nodded and scooted towards Lea, who even with the fire was still shivering. He got close and when Lea showed hesitant he backed off a bit. “What are you doing?”
Isea nodded to the den behind them. “Warmth.” It clicked again. Body heat would help get him warm. He nodded slowly and leaned towards Isea, who sat a bit behind Lea. They touched slightly, then fully. It was like neither have ever felt affection before. They both wanted it more than anything. But they both stayed put. Isea was basically cradling Lea who had finally stopped shivering and was passing out from exhaustion. Isea himself was drifting into a light sleep when Lea asked one final question.
“Isea, are we friends?” Lea’s voice was so soft it almost hurt him to hear it. He grunted in response and nuzzled his face against Lea’s forehead.
“Yes...friends.” His own voice was slow and low like he was already asleep. Lea smiled a very small smile and curled into the warm body behind him and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Maybe, it was best he didn’t change. He liked this a lot. And if he wasn’t the way he was, he wouldn’t have been snuggled up to a cute guy. A real Tarzan scenario but he enjoyed that movie a lot.
Isea Blake Marshall. Married to Lea Sinclair, only child, past is mostly a secret. Isea has always been known as a bit wolfish. At a young age he learned to hunt and survive in the woods. He was known to the animals specifically the wolves. Know how wolves can adopt researchers into a pack? He’d already been a staple in the woods helping them out of inhumane traps set by other hunters and hunting for and protecting the young. Isea’s father passed when he was around 11, this lead him to live with the wolf pack full time. Over time his features changed, his teeth got sharper, his nails were considered claws from how tough they’d gotten, his eyes seemed to glow like ambers in the dark. His growth was stunted so his maximum height is only 5’11”. Which is short for his family, their shortest man was his great granddad at 6’0”. He eventually was ripped from his life in the forest by a distant family member who finally cared enough to claim him. Many of his features returned to normal except for his teeth and nails. No one knows how those changes happened, they just know there’s something about Isea Marshall that isn’t human.
His appearance is something akin to Saix, The same face shape and hair. His hair colour used to be black but he dyed it blue when he was reintroduced to society at the age of 17. Smack in the middle of teen years he met Lea. Lea was his first friend, he is older than Lea but shorter. Isea’s beefy, like god he looks so strange but at the same time attractive?? Being Asian american he lacks typical body hair but is no stranger to facial hair, he prefers to stay cleanly shaven. His natural eye colour is deep brown, though since their change in colour they have been amber ever since. He has a scar on his belly from when he had surgery as a child.
Isea is protective, he was raised by a father who wasn’t traditional in any sense. He’s just glad his father wasn’t abusive. Isea is strict and mostly passive but once his pack is threatened he will do anything to protect his family. He’s been known to act like a wolf in human form, growling and snapping, scenting and hunting. He’s strange for sure, but he can be strange with the people he loves.
