* MAN / WOLF @thewclfman - Tumblr Blog

derrydeathly

derry’s first cursed mother.

indie abigail from the IT mythos

#self promo

omgluciferlover

#&& . V I S A G E

aintthatakick

#&&. P A S T I N C A R N A T I O N S

alpacinosgf

So you know that one too, eh? Of course. Everyone knows about werewolves

The Wolf Man (1941) Dir. George Waggner

#&&. P A S T I N C A R N A T I O N S

starter call

saferintheshadows·:

Her eyes shined in the meager light of the candle. Though she had never met him before, she felt an inexplicable familiarity with him. He was like her even if he was a complete stranger. Proverbial hackles lowered, and she gave a sniff. If he had wanted to harm her, he certainly could have done so already. But that didn’t necessarily mean she had to trust him.

“Mar Sangre,” she said. “Why are you here then?”

Equal, yet not equal. That was what they were. In society, Sir Lawrence Talbot would always be wildly more successful, but when the full moon overtook the star blanketed skies, they were equal. Their animals came out and the world was a sharper place, one where predator and prey were held in equal standing.

“Take it from a seasoned professional,” words laced with the honeyed accent of his forefathers, “This forest is not the wisest of places to let the beast run free. Any wolf hunter could have easily found you.”

#saferintheshadows #&&. CARNIVORE INCARNATE ( m o d e r n )

santango

#☾ a e s t h e t i c s

thewclfman

I am what they say I am… I’m a monster.

#self promo

* ALEERA

the village, late at night, in transylvania, was dark and quiet. the only sound came from the wind, the crackle of the torches, and their voices. she stood out in her rose-coloured finery, the sheer white and jewels against the bright red of her hair. why she was here was a mystery — but judging by his clothing, his reasons were not. aleera’s accent was thick, her tone mocking. ‘ oh, my darling man, don’t ask me that question. you do not want to know the truth. ‘ she gestured, with a hand. ‘ where is your victim? do they live to tell the tale? ‘

Clothing fell in tatters along lithe body as he tried in desperation to figure out where it was he had found himself and what the wolf within him had made him do. He could taste the familiar copper aftertaste, that told him that he’d slashed into something -- or God forbid, into someone. Staring up at the mysterious red haired stranger, Lawrence could only stare at her for a moment longer. Her scent, while different, didn’t fully register nor did it give him any stirrings of danger. For now, in such a distressed frame of mind, all was lost. “I --- I don’t know --- I don’t even know where I am.”

#unholybrides

* CHARMING PROFESSOR

“ Quite a bit, actually. I’ve had seniors come in and take my classes to finish their degrees. I think it’s a good thing. ” She gave a light shrug– but she had been gaining knowledge for years. Centuries. She was very hard to argue against; she had seen science change and form since the 1800s and had followed right along with it.

She noticed scar, but she didn’t say anything. It was not her business, and unless he wanted to bring it up– she wouldn’t answer, though it left her mind wandering about what it was. Curiosity will get you killed, doctor. She took his hand politely and shook it, her hands a little rougher than expected– a side effect from handling all the chemicals and bottles and things that she had to keep organized.

“ I don’t know too horribly much about genetics, but what I do know could be of some help to you if you’re interested in that subject. ” She had once been a biology whiz, too, after all– and did substitute for biology classes if need be. Charming smile played at hand again. “ I could at least give you enough information, I think, to make the play. ”

Inspiration played upon his features as she agreed to his suggestion. Charm and a handsome face were more than enough, but it always added more resonance when it the suggestion was to fulfill a work of art. While he wished to know the science behind what it was that had made him transform beneath the moon’s sway, Lawrence could always benefit from a nugget of knowledge from the scientific community rather than the one that delved into myth and legends from the old world.

Lawrence Talbot was indebted to her; ready and willing to learn and soak in what the young professor had to offer to teach him.

“It may just end up in a scrabble of author’s note,” he offered, words wholly honest as he placed a hand upon his heart, “But I’m afraid that is the way in this business. We learn all that we can and only a small morsel if taken to the public. A rather sad thought, if you really think on it, don’t you think?”

#dullreverie

foxxy’s blogs

LISA// TWD // @motheriing DRACULA // NOVEL // @wampyrr JACK SEWARD // DRACULA NOVEL // @asylumman ARIEL // THE LITTLE MERMAID // @mcrmaidscales LAWRENCE TALBOT // THE WOLFMAN // @thewclfman

#ooc

im going to be doing replies here when i get off work at 2