#wolfcanon

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//Vampires show deep affection, care, and acceptance to other vampires by gifting them with half dead prey because they have no interest if it isn't at least sort of kicking They're furiously, animalistically possessive of their food, so when they share it you better believe they like you

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//A vamp's biological killswitch is flipped on the moment a potential victim turns their back or makes themself smaller by crouching/bending over etcetera And people wonder why it's hard for Rowan to be the good guy when he's got nommin' on the mind

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Let’s get a little nsfw this morning shall we

//To Rowan, sex is always more than a physical act, even when he’s not in love with his partner. I feel a lot of vampires get taken to a moment of intensity that is so extreme it’s almost bestially enlightening for them, when they’re with a partner in that way. Sex is already a very base urge for some but for a vampire -- by all intents and purposes an apex predator of the mortal world, in their own right -- it takes on an even deeper, wilder significance. It’s what makes them feral and bitey. 

For fledglings still so new to the change I imagine it would be more difficult to distinguish whether the feeling is love or just that connection to their wilder selves. Something Ro probably had problems with after getting his mitts on female vamp booty, to Cormag’s utter delight

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Little Thought

//I feel like Ro, in spite of being quite the extrovert, has the potential to give much of himself to an encounter with another person like introverts do, but takes energy into himself in the process. He’s boosted by helping others, telling funny stories, things like that

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☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate? ♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

“I think in some way we are paid for our deeds, whether vile or kindly, and I think the Gods bestow their favor on a chosen few. Luck, and fate... I’m not so certain they are anything more than terms for men to describe the elements in our lives which are beyond our control and fullest fathoming.”

On table manners...

“I was raised to sit so straight at the dinner table that the glass whisky dram placed upon my head would not fall and break,” Rowan chuckled. “And if it did, I would be responsible in paying for it. That should tell you how quickly I learned to watch my posture and chew slowly. Even the simple motions of my jaw could make the dram totter about. But it was either this, or lessons with Misses Laoghaire. She was a mean old bird, so I went with my mother’s lessons.” A break of thought. “I’m more concerned with my family’s eating habits, and my own, than the rest of Skyrim. Have you seen Farkas demolish an entire pot of venison stew? It’s not pretty.”

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//casual reminder that Rowan speaks a smidge of Bretic guys but not like full on Bretic because those magical homos were smart and stayed the fuck out of Rowan’s dangerous af homeland for the most part

he only knows what he knows from schooling

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5, 12, 14, 18

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

//Does his sporran count? Because Ro doesn’t have pockets

Anyway on most days Rowan carries a smart amount of money on him, a small enchanted flask of whisky (or blood, depending; the enchantment is actually for keeping the blood from being ruined and he’ll sip on it in moderation if he begins to experience distracting cravings around people he doesn’t want to hurt), and some sort of tie for his hair in case he feels the need to pin it back

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

//Probably the moment he just... let everything go and allowed Farkas inside (no innuendo intended). He spent year after year after year putting up stones to keep other people out. The Breath of Life verse details Farkas taking them down one by one, but the final one, the very last one, is taken down by Ro himself and it’s very liberating for him, very weight removing

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

//Ro’s the type to remember both but it’s a learned ability really. In childhood he was expected to learn to match names to faces so he wouldn’t be considered rude for forgetting any other nobles living in the clan territory. He greeted them at parties when prompted. There were dozens so the process was painstaking af

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

//Both? The second, he thinks, should always be self-monitored, but he realizes ambition is what pushes men to progress 

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For Ro: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Cedric Diggory

Have you ever been forced to do something you never would do otherwise?

“Cormag… forced me to choose.” His voice was so small, barely existing, frail. “He forced me.” 

And yet no matter the amount of times he said it, desperately wanted to believe it, it was too tall a mountain for Rowan to climb over. It wasn’t the actions of his sire that killed her. Cormag may have given the order, made his threats, lodged him in that ultimatum… but it was his own fangs that severed Indara from her right to live. Would he have taken Caesa, instead? No, not in a hundred lifetimes– but he’d still done this. 

Near a century of discipline, refusing to harm a single hair on an innocent mortal’s head, and now he walked in a horrible, unforgiving dreamworld where convictions weren’t made of steel, but glass. 

“Gods… I’m so sorry.” His speech cracked, and he wept until his whole body was shaking. He hid his eyes with his arm, which he propped on the table he sat before. He didn’t want to see, or be seen. “I’m so sorry.”

Have you ever felt pressured by your expectations?

“So much so that it pains me. My expectations are goals and I have every intention of reaching them. It is a long road to get there, so long I cannot see how far it stretches into the horizon. Disheartened? Aye, there are days I am. My husband is...” Rowan sighed, “good for consolation. There is a weight on me that is indescribable, I can admit that. I brought it on myself and I’d choose no different if given the chance to change it all. But when Farkas wraps me in his arms, I feel... for a moment, anyway... that all my screaming worries are silenced.”

Do people generally consider you strange?

“If we start to speak of the creatures detailed in books and chronicled by the tales of fearful men, then I am not a conventional vampire,” the Gael laughed warmly, the smile in his eyes as apparent as the one on his lips. “I have heard I am peculiar. Aye.”

Would you put your life on the line for honour?

“Not for honor. For family. How can honor mean anything when you don’t fight to keep the people you love alive? I would die for them, gladly, if need arose, but pride... no. Never.”