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@theunfinishedwolf
Swiggity Swag
Deactivating accounts time again.
This is due to a primary inactivity and total desertion of muse, primarily due to a new outlook of Tumblr and having found the whole craze completely drain from me.
The following accounts are going to be deactivated. I’m reblogging it on every account I own— which doesn’t necessarily mean I’m deleting all of them. If one is bold-faced, this is the account.
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OOC:
I put this under a cut because I feel like I've been posting random, insignificant OOC shit a lot lately.
I'm just gonna be lingering tonight.
My muse has been weird lately. Oran's been there, but when I go to RP, he's gone.
Monroe just sorta floats about.
Add those on to my other RP accounts, no one has really been around except for one: Roy, and I don't use him too much. I RP with him outside of Tumblr.
Idek, guys.
I wanna write headcanons, but I can't think of any.
I love writing drabbles, but I've been having massive lack of confidence in my writing.
I just wanna talk to people, and nothing seems to work.
I don't wanna beg for asks and attention. I just want Tumblr to go back to the way it was 3 years ago.
Additionally, don't be surprised if I disappear the week of Christmas break.
Headcanon: Oran's Werewolf P1
Size/appearance: He's a biped werewolf, holding a total height just short of 7 feet tall. This form tends to slouch, causing him to typically appear about 6'8" at most, but he's still tall.
His coloring includes dark grey fur, darkest on his shoulder-blades and in a line down his back, where the hairs are tipped with black. Most of the coloring simply blends together, so it's not terribly noticeable.
When Oran began greying, so did his wolf form: he now has tufts of grey fur growing over his shoulder-blades, temples, and lower parts of his ears.
Reference pics: X (This shape, but not even close to this size), X (Closest repesentation)
Strength: He does have improved strength in his form, which could be calculated by about three times his human strength-- However, he hardly uses it full-scale. His power is mostly focused into his incredible agility.
If Oran can help it, he will not raise a hand to anyone.
Injury: His strength turns into durability as well; due to enhanced stamina, agility and power, he can withstand injury better and typically avoid it. However, he is as vulnerable as a wolf as he is a human. Silver bullets are not required to hunt him.
If he is shot in his wolf form, it will transfer to his human form if he shifts back. Although, for example, if he is shot in his wolf form in the shoulder, he can still go one. He can run and use that arm, withstanding the pain better and receiving a much greater adrenaline kick to drown it out. If he shifted back to his human form, that arm would likely be in excruciating pain and cause him to be useless.
Energy: In order to shift, Oran needs to have the energy. This is really just as simple a concept as human beings needing rest and food and water to function; prolonged time in his wolf form will lead to eventual exhaustion, forcing him from said form and likely causing him to pass out.
This is highly dangerous, as his wolf form requires significantly more food and water to be sustained. After that's all used up, his energy's out; he's a passed out body on the ground, unable to receive the nourishment it needs, which could result in accidental starvation, sleep exhaustion and or dehydration.
The longest time which he has lasted in his wolf form, beginning with a satisfied stomach to draining himself entirely was 6 days; intentionally remaining in his transformed state was a requirement by his Clan, forcing each member to push themselves to the boundaries to understand the experience, and importance of sustenance, even with such power.
If the wolf regularly hunted for food, they could go for as long as they please.
Moons: Phases of the night only effect Oran in one aspect: On a Full Moon, he's slightly stronger. His form will last for longer without needing to stop to 'refuel'.
Speech: The werewolves can speak, though they typically do not. This is simply a preference.
Clothes: ...For the sake of easier RPing, Oran's clothes remain just as they were before he transformed, which rolls right into the next bold-faced topic:
Shifting process: This particular Clan of werewolves are commonly misconceived as skin-walkers, due to the way by which their pelt generally forms overtop of their flesh, covering cloth and skin. While they share many traits of skin-walkers, this is not so.
((More things to be added later. This is it for now.
Quick thing: Oran's Werewolf is essentially aspects from several different types of lore, combined into one, as well as certain facts I've implemented. He's not the classic lore werewolf, but quite possibly a weaker form of.
Most of the references by which I gather my information are found in his "Headcanon" or "The Wolf" tag, under my Navigation page.))
Open; Oran
A metallic scent lingered in the air, reaching the Irishman’s senses through a puff of cigarette smoke, which escaped his lungs and billowed into the night sky in a twist of frozen vapor. He stepped from his apartment for a craving, falling victim to pleading lungs and a body that ravaged the nicotine with every drag.
Now, the rolled tobacco stick dropped to the ground, smashed by the leather heel of a running man. Oran pulled out his phone to check the time of night. 12:32AM.
He was safe.
Ducking into the nearest alley, his bones began to pop and shift; his shoulders expanded, face contorting as his flesh was overcome by a shaggy bed of thick, coarse fur, fending off the bitter air of the night that was biting at his lips and throat seconds beforehand.
He hadn’t time.
Raising his muzzle to the air, his jaw spread as he inhaled the familiar aroma: blood, and something else. A pheromone, laced beneath the thick bed of copper-scent. The universal language of the east— not grunts, nor body languages. Wolves did not speak.
They saw. They perceived.
The scent of fear.
Claws pounded down the roads, propelling the massive grey-and-black body across the asphalt, keeping to the shadows with as much silence and haste as he could bear. Someone was dying. He was a guardian of the humans, of children and the wounded. The lost. Empty souls which needed him, needed a guardian angel but didn’t have one. Oran’s ears twitched, attempting to receive any sounds or voices— Anything other than the bleeding creature.
He was close.
Open; Oran
A metallic scent lingered in the air, reaching the Irishman's senses through a puff of cigarette smoke, which escaped his lungs and billowed into the night sky in a twist of frozen vapor. He stepped from his apartment for a craving, falling victim to pleading lungs and a body that ravaged the nicotine with every drag.
Now, the rolled tobacco stick dropped to the ground, smashed by the leather heel of a running man. Oran pulled out his phone to check the time of night. 12:32AM.
He was safe.
Ducking into the nearest alley, his bones began to pop and shift; his shoulders expanded, face contorting as his flesh was overcome by a shaggy bed of thick, coarse fur, fending off the bitter air of the night that was biting at his lips and throat seconds beforehand.
He hadn't time.
Raising his muzzle to the air, his jaw spread as he inhaled the familiar aroma: blood, and something else. A pheromone, laced beneath the thick bed of copper-scent. The universal language of the east-- not grunts, nor body languages. Wolves did not speak.
They saw. They perceived.
The scent of fear.
Claws pounded down the roads, propelling the massive grey-and-black body across the asphalt, keeping to the shadows with as much silence and haste as he could bear. Someone was dying. He was a guardian of the humans, of children and the wounded. The lost. Empty souls which needed him, needed a guardian angel but didn't have one. Oran's ears twitched, attempting to receive any sounds or voices-- Anything other than the bleeding creature.
He was close.
The Irish werewolf is different from the Teutonic or European werewolf, as it is really not a “monster” at all. Unlike its continental cousins, this shapeshifter is the guardian and protector of children, wounded men and lost persons. According to some ancient sources, the Irish werewolves were even recruited by kings in time of war. Known in their native land as the faoladh or conroicht, their predatory behaviour is typical of the common wolf, not beneath the occasional nocturnal raid on local sheep or cattle herds. If attacked or surprised while in wolf form, they usually simply run off because this causes them to shift back into their more vulnerable human form. However, after changing back into a man or woman, evidence of their lupine adventure remains on their bodies. If wounded, the injury remains. If they kill a sheep or cow, the telltale bloodstains stay on their faces and hands.
The most famous of the mythical Irish werewolves are the people of Ossory (modern day Kilkenny) whose legends live on even today. Among other lingering tales, the Ossory folk were documented by none other than Giraldus Cambrensis who, in the year 1185 transcribed what was no doubt a much older, oral folktale. According to Giraldus, the Ossory werewolves worked in pairs, male and female. A chosen couple lived as wolves for seven years before returning to human form to be replaced by a matched set of two others. During their time as wolves, they fed from the herds but this was taken as their due for watching over wandering children, healing the wounded, and guiding lost strangers to safety. Despite the fact that this is a pre-Christian folk belief, the Irish werewolves eventually gained a reputation for being under a curse from either St Natalia (St Nailè) or, naturally, St Patrick as punishment for some vague transgression committed long ago. If you read Giraldus’ account of these creatures, it is easy to separate what may be the original tale from his preachy commentary at the end.
http://www.ancientworlds.net/aw/Article/1203825
beatfist:
Werewolf from 13 Monsters.
Last one of these I’m gonna post, and my favorite! Magical transformation coat! Sort of a mashup of skinwalker/werewolf myths.
This image reminded me a lot of Oran.
Back in the years of his Clan, he was a noble warrior; he hadn't a care in the world, other than concern for his life. After fending off a raid, or a measly match of strength against his fellow kin, they would wrap their wounds and gather about a fire. Usually big meals, warm drinks, thick and heavy in alcohol content.
He frequently dreams of these days. When shifting his hand into a massive paw was simply a tool, not a fearful demon, blasphemy, blah blah.
Oran misses the careless freedom of no laws, yet respect that allowed the absence of laws to still hold an aspect of order. He misses thick, hide armors and swords strapped to his belt. He misses fistfights and the careless lifestyle.
OOC: Anyone wanna play with Oran tonight?
OOC: Bloopity doo
I'm gonna lurk for a little while.
My goal tonight is to look up some werewolf variations in lore and combine it into something that makes Oran.
He's a werewolf, but I feel like time sorta bent the species.
It's like anything. It evolves.
His werewolf form is different than there werewolves today.
So I have a bit of headcanoning to do.
Send me asks :D???
Collection of Drabble Prompts
(none of these are mine shh)
I'm Sorry: My character feels guilty for being behind the wheel during the accident that left yours in the hospital.
Drunken Mistakes: Did they get married? What's going on? Our characters can't remember and have to piece together the night before.
Dark Siders: Flip character alignments
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa
Dream: My character will have a dream about your character
Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
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Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.
Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift
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Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify.
Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.
Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.
Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.
Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.
Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.
Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.
Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.
Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.
Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.
Gloves: How my character deals with news from yours, Specify
Snow: Our characters in the cold together.
Rain: I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
Kill: I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
Love: I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.
Lust: I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.
Date: I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
Fight: I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.
Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together
Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another
Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other
Stars: Our characters under the stars together
Snow: Our characters in the cold together
Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.
Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight
Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present
Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other
Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.
~CUTSIE ONES~
A Little Sleepy: Your muse falling asleep on my muse.
Cuddles: Our muses cuddling.
Mmph!: Our muses accidentally kissing.
A Little Messy!: Our muses being adorable cleaning up a mess together.
Hold Me...: Your muse has had a nightmare and comes to cuddle mine for safety.
I Kind Of...: My muse confessing that they love yours.
~FEELSY ONES~
Don't Leave Me!: Your muse is dying in my muses arms and mine is frantic, doesn't want to lose you, and doesn't know what to do about it.
Better Me Than You: My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.
Goodbye: My muse dying in your muse's arms.
A Click And A Bang: My muse accidentally killing yours.
Together Or Not At All: Our muses dying together, telling all their secrets and confessing things.
HUSKY PLAYING IN THE SNOW (⊙‿⊙✿)
OOC:
I'm in a really weird mood tonight-- Not a bad one. Just like a...
I want to RP, but I don't know what to RP.
I want something short but I also wanna meet people.
Hmm.
In other news, I'm like 9 followers away from 100. Thank you, lovelies<333.
Reblog if I can jump into a RP with you via ask
“You know Frost?” A smile crept upon the Demonlogist’s face. It wasn’t much of an answer, but one nonetheless as he kept his eyes on the poetry book.
"Of course. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. A speck that would have been beneath my sight on any but a paper sheet so white," he began, but did not continue. He was pressing his memory for the poems thus far, let alone trying to go further. The poems were broken to him beyond specific lines, though he remembered concepts. Slipping the device back into his pocket, he reclined on the bench, glancing over to observe the stranger's face.
"I'm no aspect of a connoisseur, but I like reading and tucking things away for later.
