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She loved him like he was the last man on earth, gave him everything she ever had. He'd break her spirit down then come lovin' up on her. Give a little, and take it back.

She'd tell him 'bout her dreams he'd just shoot 'em down. Lord, he loved to make her cry. "You're crazy for believing  you'll ever leave the ground" He said, "Only angels know how to fly."

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"I am as a marionette. Lifeless, motionless and willing or not, able to live only in the hands and at the will of the master puppeteer."

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This was very Calsher to me... I dunno why

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Calsher Headcannon

Werewolves tend to be very peaceful and gentle, only fighting to protect their land and their Pack.

But what about those legends of werewolves slaughtering entire villages mercilessly? What about the wolves that have no shame in taking what they want, be it purity, wealth, power, lives? What about the werewolves that Hollywood made famous to strike fear into the hearts of many?

Well, every so often, a werewolf is born with a dark power inside them known simply as "The Bad Wolf."

This power is quiet, and usually remains unknown to even the holder for several years or even possibly all of it's life. The darkness manifests itself in little things like temper, apathy, and bitterness.

However, the holder of this power will often find themselves in the company of 'the wrong crowd', always hopelessly drawn to rebellion and immediate gratification, leading them to heavy addictions and petty crime, unless their darkness fully matures.

The holder will find themselves attracted to the darkest powers present, and if the dark powers are strong enough and lure out The Bad Wolf, the holder could be seen making a drastic chance from petty drama and crimes to things like major theft, adultery, or even murder.

One of the reason Packs were created, legend has it, was to protect the potential Bad Wolves and keep them pure, chasing away any dark powers, but if one such dark power were to slip through the cracks due to the ignorance of a Pack, who knows what could happen?

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"Y'know... I never thought Irish accents were sexy until I met Asher Roth..."

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Jumpin' on the "make-fun-of-Asher" bandwagon. 

If Asher were an animal but also a female,

He'd be Suzzy Kizoozle Curl, the Homicidal Squirrel.

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Silly Ziggy...

It's not the vampires you have to worry about...

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Is it sad that I can see something like this happening?

"Cal..." Asher whispered, pulling her into a hug. She let her arms fall over his shoulders unwillingly and sneered at him when he pulled away. "What do you want?"

"I... I wannae be ther' fer ya, luv. Fer th' kid, too." He lowered down to one knee and kissed her stomach which had barely grown yet, nuzzling into her. 

"Asher what the fuck are you doing?" 

"I'm nah a bad guy, luv. I wannae be a pop ta this kid. Now, is idda lad or a lassie?" He smiled up at her.

She rolled her eyes and looked down at him, unconvinced. "It's a girl..." She finally admitted.

"A li'al dadday's lass, then?" He stood and wrapped his arms around Cal's shoulders, kissing her passionately on the lips. "I know i' wus a mistake, buh it's ouah mistake, Cal, luv." 

Cal's doubtful gaze softened as he pulled away from the kiss. He was still holding her face and she brought her hands up to wrap around his wrists. "Asher... are you being serious?"

He licked his lips before the pulled into a large grin and he stepped away from her. "Nah! No way, Lassie!"

She snarled as he laughed, completely ashamed that she'd fallen for the Bastard's trick. 

" 'ave fun wit da mutt, though, darlin'!" He gave Cal a light slap on the stomach before trotting off to do whatever blonde Irish demons do, leaving Cal alone with the unborn demon-wolf bastard child.