#tetheredwolf

[shaltsteal-moved]

        “  just  fuck  me  up  with  whatever  you’ve  got.  ”  //  @tetheredwolf​  ♡‘d  for  a  starter

[amcracchius-a]

@tetheredwolf

Michael knew about shapeshifters, he’d met the Alphas and seen how they worked, what they could do. This wasn’t anything like the wolves he’d come to know - this was more feral, wilder than the Alphas ever were. This one radiated a sense of danger that had every hair on Michael’s body stand up. 

He raised Amoracchius, holding it diagonally across his body there weren’t any vulnerable places it could get to, and settled into stance. He’d wait for it to attack first.

[hvnaa]

@tetheredwolf​ said:  “ i will not wait for a sign to tell myself i can grow ”

“that’s good because you’d probably be waiting forever.” she mutters, placing the lid on her cup of chai at the small counter and then she sunk right down into the bench of the booth. “just saying, the world tends to do everything it can to keep you from growing.” she wasn’t saying it was the truth for everyone, but collectively it was more known than was the feeling of growth; the struggle for growth was a battle more frequently fought and more often lost. “seeds don’t ask for permission to grow, they just need the right environment but that’s...a terrible analogy because most of the time their ability to grow is in the hands of people. and people generally suck so...there is that.”

[klarsynt-arc]

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

           there is a moment of confusion which runs through him, a puzzled expression entering his eyes as they settle on max. it goes against everything he was trained for to accept protection. he is the one who is supposed to protect  (  or harm, depending on who is paying  ). but, when she looks at him like that he feels seen in ways he is not accustomed. he is used to any care being akin to the way one would treat an expensive gun. you keep it well oiled, take so it does not gather too must rust or damage, but at the end of the day you use it. or you put away in a box until you need it. 

she doesn’t seem to be looking at him in that way, however. and he isn’t even sure if it is his body or his soul she speaks of preserving. maybe both. it feels like she is looking past his flesh and into his heart. is that how other people feel when he sees and knows things about them he shouldn’t? it’s both terrifying and comforting all at once. perhaps one day, he will figure out how he is supposes to feel about all of this. about her and what he has become. because right now it’s just confusing. emil shakes his head a little before speaking, his voice a quiet mumble  “  you don’t have to do that.  ”  // @tetheredwolf

[savagc]

@tetheredwolf​ sent:  max scoffs as she hands the magazine to luna, disappointment in the wrinkle between her brows. the wolf sits on luna's back porch, under the stars that illuminates in the sky. "the damn quiz says that i am a summer's day, but i think i'm a winter's breeze, don't you think?"

luna pursed her lips lightly, a thoughtfulness filling her eyes. it lingered only for a moment as she collected the magazine that max had handed to her. “neither.” she murmurs, shaking her head. she saw max as neither of those things actually. a brow arched softly at the other girl, wondering if she was curious as to what luna felt when she was near her. “a spring thunderstorm.” she says, opening the magazine to look through the quiz that she had been taking. “lightning and....breeze carrying lilac.”

[rdrngr]

     daybreak had fallen like a knife through the shadow of the night and with it, the pain and the shifting of bone and muscle beneath skin as the power of the full moon faded but his harrowing night did not end with the daylight. he couldn’t say how they had found him or why they had targeted him but the panic and the fear of being the hunted and the prey stuck to him even as his skin became that of a man once more.    as a wolf he had fled, carried across the plains by instinct and no short amount of fear from the stench of death that had clung to the armed men that had dogged his heels since he had run from angel grove. but now he felt sluggish and slow, fear morphing into desperation as he threw himself through unfamiliar woodland, drawn by something in the air, a feeling or a scent that he could not explain until he spotted a house hidden among the trees.

he hesitated at first, blue eyes wide as he inspected the surroundings but he could practically feel his enemies at his back and he propelled himself forward. jason snatched a pair of pants off of the line -- still slightly damp from the night before but he jerked them on one leg at a time despite that. his heart was in his throat as he caught the familiar and daunting scent of death, knowing that his hunters were only an hour behind him but it was only when jason lifted an arm to knock on the rear door that he realized that adrenaline, fear and the last remnants of his painful shift back into the form of a human had masked an injury.

    all at once, the scent of blood was thick enough to drown in. jason gave a start, his whole body curled forward as he wrapped an arm around his stomach -- there. two inches to the right, just below his forth rib was a bullet wound. his fingers came away slick with blood and suddenly he was on the ground.   jason grimaced, dazed and dizzy, fingers digging into the bottom step of the back door as he tried to make a sound that should have been ‘help’ but was just a barely audible whimper of pain.  //  @tetheredwolf  ♡’d  for  a  starter

[painfades]

                 @tetheredwolf​​     /     starter.

         “      look,     if it’s what     YOU     WANT,     if it makes     YOU    HAPPY,     then go for it.      “

[chronickled]

3,     4,     5    sentence    starters    →    sentence   prompts     (     x     )         ↳     “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ”     →     @tetheredwolf​​

perhaps    there    was    some    truth    in    her    statement        ...        her    entire    state    of    being    rendered    silent    by    some    unseen    villain.          there    was    a    pain    beneath    her    alabaster    surface,     one    she    usually    hid    well    with    her    childlike    bravado          ---          but    not    this    time.          this    time    her    thoughts        &        memories    were    plaguing    her,      her    personal    demons    wrecking    havoc        ...        she    was    a    dragon    for    gods    sake      !      she    was    built    of    stronger    stuff,      fire    burned        &        kneeled    before    her,      but    what    was    destroying    her    was    her    own    mind.

aithusa    was    ripped    from    her    own    world        &        brought    back    to    the    physical    one,      a    sad    smile    upon    paled    lips    but    a    smile    nonetheless.            ❛ ❛      i’m    fine          ---          can    we    go    now        ...        please      ?      ❜ ❜