#lotteft.ian

[botrusanimarum]

@untilweblvvd​

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ WOLFSBANE RUNS THROUGH HER VEINS, captured during her wedding’s festivities to pressure her family, as well as her new husband’s clan, to give away power and recede from the land in order for another alpha pack to claim their territory. Wrists are sore from the shackles that bind her to a concrete wall, a rib broken and possibly about to rip into her lung if she were kicked one more time. Her knees are weak, her ankle swollen and her face mingles between purplish as well as crimson blood at flank of it. 

They will come, Charlotte knows they won’t leave her to rot in that place, much less be touched by their filthy hands as the leader of the opposite pack has bragged to the others. Head rests back against the wall, breath slow, thoughts overwrought. Suddenly a hand covers her mouth and a scream is muffled by it, cinder hues brimming with fear and tears before realizing it is him, her husband, and not some other intending to cause her harm. “Are you mad?”. Lotte whispers frantically. “—tell me you didn’t come here alone”. 

[botrusanimarum]

@hiighhcpes​

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ ENTITLEMENT WAS GRANTED SINCE MERE DAY SHE WAS BROUGHT UPON THE WORLD, four years old and she had found herself bound to another. Apparently, imprinting had occurred amongst young heirs of very distinct lineages. Pierce progeny has held ascendancy of the most alphas the entire of packs had known of,  and for the youngest borne to be mated to be with another of the oldest most respected lineages had been celebrated for weeks to no end. 

Years came to be and both were obliged to visit one another, the foremost time had been when she was scarcely twelve, and he sixteen. They had been formally introduced to one another, but she had been timid back then, far too unsure of how she ought to approach the one she would have to be with for the rest of days when she came of age. 

Years went by and male alphas in her family had forged alliances, becoming one with their mates and even going as far as bearing cubs. Reagan, the wife of eldest of Pierce, became with child but a few months back. Charlotte remembers how proud Aleksandar had been... and how joyous she had felt to know they will have their own little family. But then news of her betrothed and impending nuptials had been established and she was left with disheartened. 

Eighteen as she was, brunette had grown to be a woman, petite yet strong, curves becoming pronounced, cinder blue hues ever radiant with enthuse about her nieces and nephews, yet fearful whenever it came to men. No other would dare approach her because of her betrothed, which left her wondrous if her mate would find her suitable, it has been, after all, four years since she had last seen him. 

Charlotte stands at side of her brother as the other tribes come to their land, all coming to bystand coalition of two of the most dignified packs. Eyes meet his and belly writhes with anxiety, pull she feels is now unmistakable. As tradition dictates, he approaches, and she proceeds to welcome him into their territory. “Ian... welcome to our home”.