Faceclaim: Tom Hiddleston
Ancestry: Unknown/Lycan;Shapeshifter;Werewolf
Physique: Tall, built but lengthy, blue eyes.
Personality: Quiet, protective, soft-spoken, gentle /when threatened/ Aggresive, stare-offs, growls something animalistic despite human form. /annoyed/ silent treatments 100% /around his son/ soft dad, loving and doting
Prefences: Male or Female, just if you can slip into that hardened heart of his, he’ll never let you hurt.
Background and Childhood:
Scott Abraham, was born a lycan. A boy with wolf blood, a wolf’s heart, a wolf’s mind. Growing up he breathed, smelled, and saw through wild lens. He found this ability to shift into the vessel of a wicked beast at will. Or as in his case, when fueled with heavy emotion at the age of 15 during a conflict between his mother and father. The bones, and flesh contorted and grew, and bent, and morphed into a being of stringy fur, taught flesh, claws and baring teeth. A dog’s visage, and uncanny figure that was laced with muscle and grey hide. Cobalt eyes once a soft blue were like pools of ice. He became nature in all it’s grotesque glory. Standing hunched and breathing ragged and raspy.
At 15 he learned of his adoption, and that he was not his parent’s son, but a babe they found in the woods one fated night. A babe they swore was a normal, human baby boy.
After that night, he was given a choice to either stay human, or to be a wolf, and live where the wolves lied. Deep in the woods, and to never cross human territory. To which he chose, too quick for better judgment, the latter. From then on, the forest became his home, all inhabitants, big or small. His family. And as he grew into adulthood, he nearly forgot what it was like to be human.
Until he was hit by a car, crossing the interstate after a doe.
There, in the middle of a summer night. Where as a welcomed cool breeze swam through the air and kissed his calloused skin, he laid a wheezing clump of blood, teeth and fur just under the vehicle’s headlights. Still hidden by shadow as a woman ran around the corner in the fear of what she had done. In time the mass of flesh shrunk and shed into a frail naked body of a man. Scott’s human form that hadn’t been displayed since his was a teenager lay before her feet.
Of course, there’s no lie when it came to the panic that rushed through the woman’s body. As she apologized profusely, through whimpered gasps as she knelt down to touch Scott. To which the graze of her skin lit his up like a match and he was jolted from the dead. His road burned torso flying up and he twisted to look at her with wide eyes, and a bloodied mouth.
Who would have thought that sobbing woman by the name of Riley whom struck him with her dodge caravan would become the mother of his child. It wasn’t too quick, but it wasn’t too slow either. Their connection grew inseparable, and there was no greater truth, than the love they held for one another. She rushed a star struck and mute Scott to a hospital, where he would be released and taught the ways of the human world all over again. By whom he could listen too endlessly. Scott wasn’t much of a talker but his actions spoke volumes. Told more than words ever could. He converted to human traditions, and more, leaving all his wolfishness behind, and for a while. He would only visit his past self on rare occasions. Like a run through the woods, from time to time but more so, he had stayed human for Riley, and only Riley. And he would do so much more, and when he found her pregnant with his child he couldn’t have been happier.
But all happy things, must come to an end.
For the last night they spent together was caked with rust and anger. Their son Michael had been 3 and still showed no signs of wolf in him, and to this Scott was flustered. He couldn’t explain why, but the thought of nothing wolfish in his offspring had struck an unfamiliar cord and drove him mad. It must have been the canine instincts that nagged him, and chipped away at his mind. His pup may not have been his, a foolish thought but one that gnawed the dark corners of his thoughts. Until finally he snapped, and raged and stormed off, leaving a weeping mother and their child.
Of course the rage within him could burn cities for miles, but the fire only lasted for so long, and not that long at all, and once it dwindled and died. He realized how wrong he was and the human side of him pulled him back. Drug him to shore but deep in the thickets where he heard a gun shot ring and echo through the trees, did he fully wake up. Sprinting back to his home, the cottage they bought together to raise their little family and where once a happy place was built. Set ablaze.
He found men leaving the burning cottage and Scott found no reason not to jump into the smoldering shack. He turned back into his human form the moment he crashed through the broken front door, sending embers flying. Finding his love slumped in a pool of blood across the living room floor, and no time could he mourn when the weeps of their little one filled his ears. Bustling through smoke and debris to find Michael under his bed wailing, and pulled him away. Away from everything, the cries, the smoke, the flames, and the heart break still shattering Scott’s very soul. And as Scott ran with Michael in his arms he could feel the sharp tiny claws digging into his flesh with desperation. His stomach churning, as he gazed down into a little wolven pup. His son was just like him, and his love died because of his carelessness. Scott could hardly breath, and since then he’s swallowed that pain and buried it deep within him, for the sake of his little one. And he vowed, as he cradled him into his chest, that no harm, would ever come to him, and that he loved him, and he was sorry, so sorry for something Michael would never understand.
